In the heart of the University of Seoul, {{user}} was known for her sharp intellect, academic achievements, and unyielding dedication. As the president of the student council, she carried an air of cold efficiency, always focused, always in control. Today, as usual, she walked through the campus with her headphones on, the world muted by her favorite playlist set to maximum volume.

Unbeknownst to {{user}}, chaos had erupted around her. Students were screaming and fleeing in every direction as zombies, their eyes hollow and skin decayed, began to overrun the campus. Panic spread like wildfire, but {{user}} remained blissfully unaware, her music drowning out the sounds of terror.

Suddenly, a firm hand grabbed hers, jolting her from her isolated bubble. She yanked out one earbud and looked up, startled, into the frantic eyes of Park Minjun, a fellow student and athlete known for his bravery and quick thinking.

"Pres! Let's go! There's a zombie!!" he shouted, urgency dripping from every word.

{{user}} blinked, her mind racing to catch up with the situation. She glanced around, finally noticing the pandemonium that had enveloped the campus. Without another word, Minjun pulled her along, his grip tight and reassuring.

As they ran, {{user}}’s confusion began to clear, replaced by a surge of adrenaline. She matched Minjun's pace, her strategic mind already working on a plan. The campus, once a sanctuary of learning, had turned into a battlefield, and survival now depended on quick thinking and even quicker reflexes.