til the end

11.

y/n y/l/n

I was speechless.

I couldn't move. I couldn't think.

I'm so tired of losing the people I love. There was no way Nam-ra was bitten. No. I'm not letting her turn.

Blood oozed from her arm and I examined it.

"It's a bite mark, right?" Hyo-ryung asked.

I bit my lip and shook my head.

"Liar!" Ji-min said.

Cheong-san panicked and snatched me back, picking up a music stand as a weapon.

"No." Su-hyeok trudged in front of the girl. "That's not it."

"Move. Step back, Su-hyeok." Cheong-san requested.

"That's not it, asshole!"

"Then what is it?" I asked, looking straight at Su-hyeok. My eyes were filled with expectation, but I knew it was hopeless. It was in fact, a bite mark.

He turned to Nam-ra. "Tell them. You weren't bitten by a zombie."

Silence.

Nam-ran didn't speak.

"Say something!" Su-hyeok urged.

He grew restless as Nam-ra continued to stay quiet. "Gwi-nam." He said.

I felt Cheong-san's grip around my upper arm soften and we look at each other in the eye.

"He bit her. It wasn't a zombie."

Okay, what the fuck?

We saw him get bitten, how could Su-hyeok say he's not?

"Who?" Cheong-san asked.

"Gwi-nam, the bully," Su-hyeok stated.

"Like—Gwi-nam the bully? Yoon Gwi-nam?" I asked to make sure.

The taller boy sighed in annoyance. "No fucking Chan Gwi-nam—yes Yoon Gwi-nam!"

"Nam-ra...did Gwi-nam really bite you?" Cheong-san asked.

The girl nodded. "It's true."

I let out a scoff-like sigh. "Shit."

Su-hyeok's eyes flickered between me and Cheong-san cluelessly. "What? What's wrong?"

"Gwi-nam was...." Cheong-san started.

"He was what?"

"Gwi-nam was bitten by zombies." He finished.

"That's bullshit!"

"Su-hyeok I saw him! We did!" I argued loudly.

"If you get bitten, you turn into one....so if Gwi-nam bit her—"

Before Cheong-san could finish, Su-hyeok cut him off. "She's not one of them!"

Zombies banged against the door and windows.

"Gwi-nam wasn't a zombie. He wasn't! He literally talked to me." He turned to the girl behind him. "You saw him. He wasn't zombie at all."

Nam-ra ignored him and stood up. She looked at me calmly. "Are you sure he was bitten?"

I swallowed my spit, slowly nodding.

"So I'll turn into a zombie." She decided.

"You won't." Su-hyeok contended.

The two of them shared contact. Nam-ra stepped back. "Well so be it. Su-hyeok, thank you." She turned to me. My heart stung and my nose was runny. My eyes was watering, tears were close to falling.

"And thank you, Y/n. For being my first friend."

She gave me one last smile before walking towards the door. I panicked, running toward her, but Su-hyeok was faster.

He grabbed her hand and led her back to us. "She won't turn into one. Don't you trust me??"

"I saw it. It happened after fighting with me." Cheong-san told him.

"I fought him too, believe me, I know." Su-hyeok ran to the window, still holding onto Nam-ra and opened the curtains, opening a window.

He held up his intertwined hand. "You see? If she turns, I'll throw her out the window, so she can't attack you. So back off."

Would love a boyfriend telling me he'll throw me out the window.

Cheong-san whispered. "Su-hyeok."

"Back off, asshole."

Nam-ra looked at Su-hyeok. "You shouldn't do this."

"I owe it to you."

Cheong-san neared them, holding the music stand tighter than before.

Su-hyeok noticed this. He glared at the boy. "Don't come closer. I'm warning you."

"Screw you."

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After arguing and fighting, we settled on as Half-bie. Nam-ra was neither human nor zombie. She was half of half.

Her hands were tied with Bare-su's. They both sat on the window sill.

"Do you trust her with us?" I heard Ji-min ask coldly.

The visible clench on my jaw made On-jo hold on to me. "Yes, I do. And we could use her as a weapon. She can help us. She may be a half-bie, but she's still a friend."

Sometimes I wish I'd have the power to shut people's mouth. To sew them up so I don't have to listen to all their babbling. The world would be quiet and peaceful.

Sure it'd be boring, but at least no one can shit-talk you, make you lose your confidence, make you insecure. You won't have to hear people's negative thoughts about you.

Some people here are so cruel they don't deserve to talk. Why talk when everything that comes out is nothing good?

My stomach rumbled and I let out a small whine. I hadn't eaten in weeks! ( okay, I may have exaggerated, but when you're dirty and hungry, you can't help it! )

I sunk down in my seat, one hand laying on my stomach. My mouth felt so dry it was like the Sahara desert. My lips were really crusty too it's disgusting.

I hope zombies hate crusty lips and stinky clothes cause I'd make it out alive with the situation I'm in.

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i just re-read this and i ended
this so badly but i had to post dw next
chalter is better guys, promise.