Lust Of Us | Gwi-nam

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"Hey, you're the whore, right?"

"Whore? Ah, don't tell me you're here for some fun. Sorry, but I'm not available right now. Maybe if you have money, I am available, but if not, then fuck off." Standing up and dusting off your skirt, you finally look at the person who disturbed your smoking time.

"Me? Want to have some fun with YOU? You're a good joker. Maybe you can put that mouth to good use." The person said with much distaste in their voice before turning to face you.

Oh, it's the mullet boy.

"Mullet boy?"

"What? Mullet what? The hell did you just call me?" Frowning with his eyes glaring at you, you step back and make your way to your chair.

"Are you here to smoke?" You ask him with a casual tone as if you've known him your whole life, yet you can't help but reminisce about his face in your mind.

He's handsome... a handsome douchebag.

"Smoke? Do you even know what's happening down there, dumbass?" Looking at him over your shoulder to see him still standing there, you signal him to come closer.

"Happening? Do I need to care?" Huffing under your breath, you pull out your cigarette box.

But before you can even pick a stick, he slaps your hand, making the cancer stick fall to the ground.

Staring at the fallen cigarettes, you look up in front of you to see him glaring at you again.

"Everyone's dying down there," he replied with a monotone voice as the deaths of his classmates flash in his mind.

Monsters who bite human flesh.

Monsters who crave destruction.

Monsters who want nothing but blood and death in their hands.

You can't help but snort at his words.

"You look like you really care, Mullet boy. I'm not expecting that coming from you. You're a bully for fuck's sake." It's true, the boy is the biggest douchebag in this school, yet the irony when he said that everyone is dying with so much hatred when he looks at you is intriguing.

"I don't care if everyone dies, I don't care about them. All I care about is my survival," he barked back at you.

"Mhm. Yeah. Survival... SURVIVAL?!" Standing up with much force, making the chair fall, you come face to face with him, even though he's much taller than you thought.

"I don't know. It's like everyone turned into monsters. Like zombies." He tried to find the perfect words to describe the craving monsters down there, but the word 'zombie' is the most fitting one in his head.

Shaking your head in distaste, "Zombie? Are you high?"

"Do you think I'm joking? If you want, you can go to the railings and look down yourself. Go." He looks at your face with an unknown and unreadable emotion, making you consider that he's telling the truth.

"Fine, but you guard the door in case someone tries to open it since you're insisting that everyone's going to be a zombie." Turning your heel to go to the cement railing, you look down.

Oh no.

Blood.

So much blood everywhere.

Running.

Smacking.

Chaos everywhere.

Chaos.

"Whoa... It's happening." Looking at the sky, you let out a laugh full of excitement, startling the boy.