Everyone began to search for a phone to get help from the police until succeeded. When they called, you without wasting time throw off everything in your bag and then put a bag of chocolate that you didn't give yet to your friends. "Y/n, what are you doing?" Wu Jin asked.
"Preparing," you replied calmly, taking a few bottles of water into your bag, "we never knew how long we going to stay here, days or perhaps for weeks."
"But they would come to us, right?" Hyo-Ryung asked as you sighed deeply. Honestly, even if you didn't know but you only can hope that it'll truly happen.
"Of course. Just take a time since-" you glanced at the window, staring at the chaos, "they might occupy to stop the attack from spreading."
They all look at you, admiration glint could be seen in their eyes, especially Joon-Yeong, Gyeong-Su and Wu-Jin. You walk closer to one of the bags and notice that the size is perfect to put another bottle. "Whose bag is this?"
"It's mine," I-Sak said, "you can use it." Without hesitation, you pull out every stuff from her bag, giving a space for those bottles. "Anyone, if there any bottle that only filled half, please pour the water into another bottle so we don't have to bring too many. It's may make us slow down if the bag is too heavy."
Your friends do whatever you told as you wear your bag, then wrap a bandage around your knuckle and wrist that you bring from home. Sometimes you think that you're Doraemon because of your crazy preparation for anything. Wiping the knife with the towel that you used before then Na-Yeon began to impatiently demand Nam-Ra, "Hey, do something. Tell Miss Park to come and help."
You furrowed your brows, the thought that they want to fight right now is not a good idea in this insane situation that involved a monster that thirsted for blood. Watching them intensely without speaking any word, you know it worsens when now Gyeong-Su is involved. You slam your table loudly, glaring at them with annoyance while they stopped.
"Why stopped fighting?" you spat sarcastically, "I thought that you want to attract those zombies from outside to come here." They look at the ground and understand what you talking about.
You only sighed, disappointed with their childish manner. Think that you are probably too harsh at them but truthfully, you only want to make sure that nothing bad will happen to them. Ignoring the stare from the others, you packed up I-Sak's bag and then gave it to Wu Jin that volunteered to wear it while Joon-Yeong wear yours. Gyeong-Su huffed with anger toward Na-Yeon, holding the door but fell when someone forcibly open it, revealing their teacher.
"Mr Kang?"
"Are you guys okay?"
You and the others nodded, he told everyone to grab tables and chairs and then pile them up on the door to block the entrance. As the boys followed his instructions, you glance at On-Jo and I-Sak. They looking at Mr Kang's arm noticed there was a bite that was still wet. Out of instinct, you sprint in front of Min-Ji and protectively stand in front of her.
"Y/n, what're you doing?"
"He gets bitten on his arm, the right side," you whispered, pointing at the bite.
I-Sak and On-Jo announced their discoveries which lead to a frantic fight between them and Mr Kang. When he approaches I-Sak, On-Jo hit his head with her bag. As he takes a few steps backwards after the impact, his nose bleeding. You knew that he'll turn just like those monsters. He collapsed on the floor, a bone-cracking sound could be heard by everyone in the class.
The zombified Mr Kang stand, hissing and snarling at the view of people. He began to sprint in your direction, unfortunately. To protect Min-Ji, you jump a bit before kicking at his jaw and, you can feel his bone cracked. Once his face landed on the floor, you pinned him from behind, sweat trickling from your forehead.
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Fanfiction°Female reader insert° {Season One} You were a student at Hyosan School, studying in class 2-5. Having shitty parents and a ton of pressure from school for being a taekwondo athlete already makes you mentally tired. What if.....the undead apocalypse...