𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙚. - 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘢𝘯

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OVER IN THE BATHROOM, Ha-ri was on Min-jae's shoulders as the girl who they learned was Mi-jin was on the boy who's name they learned was Joon-sung, as the four were looking out the bathroom windows. Min-su just leaned on the wall, arms crossed while watching them

"Hey. Life me more." Mi-jin told Joon-sung.

"Thats the highest I can go." He protested.

"Get on your tippy-toes."

"I did."

"Do you see anything?"

"Shit. There are so many zombies."

"Put me down." Ha-ri said as she lightly tapped Min-jae's shoulder.

"Okay."

Joon-sung did the same for Mi-jin. Everyone then started to relax as they boys were groaning from the pain the girls brought them.

"What do we do?" Joon-sung asked.

"First. Do you have cigarette?" Mi-jin asked Ha-ri.

"I don't smoke." Ha-ri answered.

"Damn. You totally look like a smoker." The girl sighed and then turned to her lower-class-man. "Hey. What about you?" She asked as she nudged him.

"I don't smoke." He answered.

"Don't mess with me."

"I don't!"

"Is that how you talk to a senior? Want to die?"

"Whatever. Look who's talking."

"Hey. Who taught you to talk like that to a senior?" Ha-ri joined in.

Min-jae stopped and looked at her, then at Mi-jin. He looked down and then semi-clapped his hands together and then rubbed them.

"Sorry." He said lowly.

"Hey. I'm the one you should apologize to. Athletes are all douchebags. Fuck."

"Watch your mouth." Min-su and Ha-ri said at the same time.

"Watch your bodies." Mi-jin spat at both of them.

"Must you guys fight right now? Don't you have brains? Are you babies?" Joon-sung finally spoke out. They turned to him and Mi-jin had a pissed look on her face.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

Mi-jin grabbed the mop handle and started going over to Joon-sung.

"I said I was sorry."

"Let's get out of here."

"How can we leave? They'll eat us all if they see us. If you want to leave, go by yourself. I'm not going."

Mi-jin then turned to Ha-ri. "What about you?"

"Don't ask. I'll do whatever I feel like." Ha-ri spat and then turned away to their archery bag, Min-jae following.

"Damn. What a cold bitch. Hey. Make some weapons. Come on. Give me that."

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In the broadcasting room, a little more than 30 minutes had already been up but Gyeong-su still remained in the room, isolated from the others like he had wanted. Cheong-san walked over to the door and looked through the glass. Su-jin averted her eyes to the two best friends and watched their interaction.

Cheong-san started whistling and even though Gyeong-su couldn't hear, he joined in anyway. Su-jin slightly smiled at the two as she continued to watch them. Cheong-san brought his hand up in a fist and mouthed something that made Gyeong-su signal for him to hold on and then pretended to bring something out his pocket which was only his fist. He pretended to windup something as his middle finger came up and gestured it was for him. Su-jin chuckled slightly at the two and Cheong-san started laughing. He brought his face to the glass and smushed it against it making Gyeong-su laugh and Su-jin laughing silently. The boy then put 3 on his hand and signaled that 30 minutes had passed. Gyeong-su waved him to go away and Cheong-san sighed, turning to the others.