til the end

10.

y/n y/l/n

Cheong-san and I sat with boredom. We didn't know what to do. We just hoped that our friends were safe and that they'd come looking for us instantly.

"Hey, what if we made mini jabbing swords?" I asked.

"How?"

"The tables and chairs are wood. We could sharpen them with something...I don't know. I'm just bored."

Cheong-san snorted. "Didn't think we could be bored in a zombie apocalypse."

"Ironic, isn't it?"

We've been in this room for a few minutes, but it felt like hours. This was the first time we spoke after our hug. There were a few moments when we were uneasy and silent.

Suddenly, a loud pitching noise squeaked from the speakers. I cover my ears, "Ow, what the fuck?"

Followed by that noise, were my friends.

"Anyone?"

"I've never done this before."

"Somebody's gotta do it. Dae-su?"

There was a heavy sigh. "Here goes nothing.."

We walk closer to the speaker that hung in the intersection of the room.

"Uh, mic test. One, two, one, two. Cheong-san, Y/n, are you there? We—"

His voice was discontinued by someone who shoved him off the seat.

"What are you doing?" they complained. The voice belonged to Bare-su. "Hey, hey—Cheong-san, Y/n, do you hear us? It's Su-hyeok. We'll come to you, so stay put. Got it?"

"La, that moron," I whispered.

"I know what you'll say, but we can't hear you here. So don't go anywhere. Wait for us. You really can't go anywhere. We'll come now, stay safe."

They started to talk out of topic—more onto...Dae-su's shit.

Me and Cheong-san skimmed through the windows. No zombies were flocking the hallways. All of them gathered in front of the speakers.

A softer, higher-pitched voice then spoke. I knew it was On-jo. "Cheong-san, Y/n...please stay still. I know you guys never listen to me, but please, do it this time."

Not long after, a meditation started. I remember listening to this a few weeks ago.

I looked at the boy next to me. "So, wanna meditate?"

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I was beyond surprised that I had made Cheong-san follow the meditation with me.

We sat at the table and monitored our breathing, legs crossed and eyes closed. We did as appointed and took deep breaths, in and out.

I felt a pair of eyes on me and I glanced. Cheong-san's eyes bored onto mine and I smiled. He looked honestly, foolish. His uniform was screwed and yet he was in a meditation pose.

I closed my mouth tight but I couldn't help but let out a stifled laugh.

"You think you look normal?" He teased, "please, you look a lot worse."

"Hey, shut up. Listen to the instructor!" I shushed him.

He raised his hand and his brows before going back to position, a huge smile on his face. My cheeks burned with color and I bit my lip, closing my eyes.

All this time with Cheong-san alone is making me feel strange.

"Urgh, where are they? I can't focus with the zombies snarling." Cheong-san got out of his pose and peered outside.

I heavily sighed and dangled my legs from the edge. "I'm sure they'll come. They've got Su-hyeok. He's strong. Didn't you see the kick he did?"

He turned away from the window and sat back on the table.

"Should we help them?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Clear the hallways. Kill some zombies."

Cheong-san thought about it first. "With what?"

We look around the room. We could break the legs of the table and chairs but we'd presumably need it to rest.

"Ah, never mind."

The faint sound of rushed footsteps filled the hallway, followed by the door opening.

Dae-su came into view and hugged Cheong-san while On-jo punched my arm before hugging me with watering eyes.

"That punch was uncalled for." I wince.

"Oh my god, shut up! I thought I lost you!" On-jo cried. "Why do you have to be so stupid?!"

I pull away. "Jeez, mom, sorry."

"We have to go to the roof. Before the music ends." Wu-jin told them.

All of us went outside and moved. I alerted the others about the zombies coming toward us. All of a sudden, Su-hyeok came in view from the other end with Nam-ra. He waved his hand, telling us to go around. We did as he told and ran back to the music room.

As Su-hyeok locked the doors, the others rapidly ran to the curtains, closing them and catching their breaths.

"We can't...." Hyo-ryung panted, "go to the roof? We're trapped again, aren't we?"

"There are zombies out there.." Su-hyeok said, out of breath. "So we have to wait and think..."

"Y/n, what happened to your hand?" Nam-ra came up to me, looking at the fabric bandages around my palm.

"Caught a knife by the blade. Don't worry about it."

She smiled before hugging me.

"Hey, hey...Nam-ra," Hyo-ryung sounded troubled, "what happened to your arm?"

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