𝑈𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑤𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 || 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑂𝑓 𝑈𝑠 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑑

04

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As I was finally pulled into the secure room I could feel all my fear leave my body as I sat down from exhaustion yet I could still feel Wujin's hand on mine as I looked up to meet his eyes.

He smiled down at me, his thumb was rubbing circles on my hand as a way of comforting me from the near death experience I had just gone through. I smiled back up at him with one question lingering in my mind.

How have I never noticed that he was this handsome?

Our moment was quickly interrupted,however, when I got pulled into a very tight hug.

"Thank God you're alive!" Jiwoo exclaimed as I could feel Wujin's hand no longer on mine, causing me to frown.

"Yeah well maybe if you moved faster I wouldn't have felt my life flash before my eyes." My remark earned a few chuckles from the other students in the room as I could feel Jiwoo let out a huff.

"Yeah, well maybe it was you being slow." She countered, releasing herself from the hug, a frown evident on her face.

"Oh fuck off, did you not see yourself back there?" I looked up at the rest of the students in the class, only to be faced with the surprised expressions which laid upon their faces. "What?" I questioned concern evident in my tone.

"Well it's just that we have never heard you swear before so we didn't think you did." Daesu responded to my concern quickly earning a laugh from both me and Jiwoo as the groups surprised expressions turned into concern.

"What why are you laughing?" Isak questioned, probably wondering why we started laughing out of nowhere.

"Well it's just the fact that Jihye swears so much more than me," Jiwoo replied still giggling, "I just seem to be more open with it at school so we found it funny how you thought she was innocent."

Smiles were now evident on everyone but Nayeon's faces as we all seemed to cheer up a little before the moment was quickly interrupted by Cheongsans speculations.

"It's Train To Busan, isn't it?" This speculation must have earned him many judgemental looks from everyone as he continued to justify his claims, "they are just like zombies aren't they?"

This justification had managed to get me thinking about the speculations as well.

We saw them eating live people, isn't that what zombies do? But zombies are only in movies.

These thoughts were soon interrupted when someone had finally suggested looking for a phone and soon enough everyone had begun looking around the room.

I reached into my pocket to find that my phone was nowhere to be found. I panicked a little trying to check through every pocket I have but to no success. I sighed realising that I would be no help to the group as I sat back down, watching everyone look through different students bags, hope was the only thing they could feel in the moment.

Soon enough Isak had found a phone and they began trying to guess the owners password before Cheongsan stated that the owner was at the door. He grabbed the phone and turned the camera towards the door, trying to unlock the phone through Face ID causing me to let out a laugh.

"You really think that's going to work when she looks like she's been run over by a truck 5 times?" I questioned, earning a very unwanted response.

"Why don't you do it yourself then?" Nayeon questioned, making me get up, brushing my skirt to make sure there are no creases.

"And why don't you do it? Why are you questioning me when you haven't done anything either?" I asked back, annoyance slowly growing in me.

"I helped look for a phone." She raised her head a little to make it look like she was in charge.

"Wow, well done," I clapped sarcastically, "want a fucking medal?" Before the argument could continue Onjo interrupted.

"For emergency calls you don't need to unlock the phone." This caused Cheongsan to quickly find the dial and call emergency services.

Whilst everyone sat and waited patiently I could see someone in the corner of my eye sit next to me. I turned my head to see Wujin positioning himself next to me before turning his head to face me and smiling; after quickly smiling back I looked down at his hand to see a small cut that rested across his knuckles.

Slowly, I reached down to his hand grabbing it gently before pulling onto my lap so I could see it more carefully. My thumb rub against the cut lightly but immediately stopped after feeling his hand jerk a bit. I sighed lightly, realising that there was nothing I could do to help before looking back up to the others, his hand still in mine.

Everyone was most likely thinking of one question.

How do you tell someone that a bunch of zombies just turned up at the school and started attacking people?

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