“In a few countries, people would be sadder when the adult is dead,” Nam-Ra said, leaning at the window's frame, “while some of the countries toward a child.”
You twisted your brow with confusion, sitting on the floor beside Wu-Jin and resting your arm on the knee at that same level of your face. “But what about our country?” she added.
“What do you mean?” Dae-Su asked.
“If a child dies, we lose hope. If an adult dies, we lost skills. Hope and skills, which one is more precious?” Joon-Yeong replied for Nam-Ra despite his hatred toward her.
“Skills could make us survive in this wicked world but hope,” you said, looking at Nam-Ra and then Joon-Yeong who intently listen to you, “Hope would make us better even in this miserable situation. It's the one that makes us...a human while skill makes us feel useful.”
They nodded with the agreement including Dae-Su that finally understand what they talking about. Nam-Ra glanced at the sky, watching the helicopters. “Helicopters keep flying since yesterday,” she spoke, “if they want to save us, they already did earlier. If they come, it's not us who they save first. We're not important people. We're only a student, no more than that.”
‘While I'm the youngest NIS officer but they didn't know about it so...what am I again?’ you thought to yourself.
“They must be started the martial law a few moments later,” you suddenly said, remembering the lesson from the possibility that you learn in training.
“What?” Gyeong-Su asked.
“Since this is a zombie apocalypse, most of the media would make false news which makes the civilians panic. To prevent it become worsening, the military would control the media by...”
“Su-Hyeok!”
“Bare-Su!”
Everyone's attention turns to the window, looking at the boy panting tiredly. “Where's the phone?” Dae-Su asked. The boys help him entering into the room while On-Jo and Gyeong-Su frown. “Where's Cheong-San?” they asked.
“Su-Hyeok, where is he?” On-Jo repeated. He feels guilt, looking at the girl that looks so helpless for thinking about her childhood best friend. Gyeong-Su couldn't hear any words from Su-Hyeok so instead, he take a seat beside you and then rested his head on your shoulder. You didn't say any word or reaction, only rubbing his back while looking at them with worrisome.
“We got separated in the teacher's office but he'll be fine,” Su-Hyeok retorted, looking at On-Jo.
“You got separated? Fuck!” Dae-Su sighed, looking out of the window.
“I'm sorry for...coming back alone...” The others only prayed that Cheong-San would be fine.
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Cheong-San run away from the zombies for his dear life, he panted, searching for a place to hide until his hand could twist one of the knobs in one of the rooms nearby. He frantically slams it, leaning on the door.
When his gaze raises from the floor, he saw an awful situation between Gwi-Nam and the principal. The bloodied boy tie the adult with both hands and pinned him to the table. Cheong-San glanced around and noticed the limped zombie on the floor, blood covered the shiny floor of the office.
“Cheong-San, right? Now help me to tie this motherfucker,” Gwi-Nam suddenly said.
But instead of helping Gwi-Nam, Cheong-San only stares at him, confused with this whole moment. As for Gwi-Nam, when he saw Cheong-San, it reminded him of you. Did you survive? He thought.
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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...
