til the end

8.

y/n y/l/n

Time around us began to slow as my heart beat sped, watching as the knife came closer and closer. I didn't know what I was thinking but my hand reached out.

Good news: I caught it.

Bad news?: I caught the actual knife.

A dash of blood began pooling on my hand and I reposition to hold the handle.

Cheong-san hasn't looked back at all so he didn't know I was bleeding but I didn't tell him. We got bigger things to worry.

He led me to another hallway until we arrived at the library.

"Idiot, it's even worse here." Zombies were crowded in one room. Only one boy was on the shelves, sweating.

We ran inside and climbed onto the shelf of the boy. I went first before Cheong-san.

"Were you bitten?" The boy asked frantically. "You were bitten."

"No." I sighed.

But of course, he saw my bloody hand. He looked at it before looking back up at me and Cheong-san. Thinking the blood was infected, he pushed us back down.

My knife slid away and I winced as my left arm landed on a couple of books. I rapidly stood up and climbed another shelf. When I made it to safety, I look for Cheong-san. He was on another shelf.

I saw Gwi-nam arrive, landing onto the shelf me and Cheong-san dropped from, pushing the boy off.

HA! Karma's a bitch.

See, if he had let us onto his shelf, I doubt that would've happened. Okay, maybe it still might, but I wouldn't have been separated from Cheong-san!

God forgive me.

A zombie's hand latched itself onto my shelf and I flinch. Wasting no time, I kick it off. "My shelf. Not yours. Get your own."

"Give. Me. The fucking phone." My head turned to the sound of running and grunting.

Cheong-san was running onto another shelf, following behind him was Gwi-nam. I had a fear of heights so the thought of doing parkour and taking the chance at falling made me shit my pants.

Cheong-san noticed this and knew about my fear of heights. "Stay there!" He said.

But I knew better than to let him fight Gwi-nam himself. Yeah, Cheong-san could fight, he had before when a guy catcalled me, but with Gwi-nam?

That poor boy couldn't stand a chance. Gwi-nam had done countless of horrible things to people. I can't let and watch my best friend die, knowing I didn't do anything to help him.

I took in a deep breath.

Cheong-san would do this for me.

He would.

Ignoring the unsteady breaths I let out, I focused on the shelf in front. My hands were shaking terribly but I force them to stop. I covered my weak self into a mask of confidence before taking a leap.

Relief washed over me as I landed on the next shelf. "Holy shit. I did it!" I laughed.

A new form of confidence spread and I smiled as I went onto the next shelf and then the other, but as I jumped, I was a little short.

My chest hit the edge and I pull myself up, kicking a zombie in the face as it tried to bite my foot.

"Oh my god." I said shakily. "Stupid ego. Stupid toxic trait."