The electricity for the entire 70th anniversary memorial went out. The same goes for water and gas. It wasn't entirely unexpected. Within hours of the incident, Wi-Fi and wired internet were cut off, he said. Shortly thereafter, the phone and radio were cut off. The next was obvious.
All the lights in the room were turned off and it was dark. A battery-operated LED clock on the office desk was the only light source. When this happened, I regretted the flashlight I had dropped in the basement.
I suggested it to a senior. I'm not going to do anything else, I'm going in and I'm going to come out with just that, so can't I just go to the basement once? Instead of answering, the senior looked at me with a wide smile. his eyes were talking 'Yeah, try it. If you want to see me die after you die.' In the end, I gave up the flashlight with tears in my eyes.
We intuited. It's time to leave the 70th Anniversary Memorial. Of course, the situation would not be much different if we went elsewhere. Of the many buildings, there is no way that electricity and water will be cut off here alone. But, no, the more I did, the more I had to go outside. Because our purpose was to escape, not to live.
I had to make a plan. First, I pulled out the campus map that was hanging on the bulletin board in the lobby on the first floor. I pushed my fingertip under the glass top and pulled it gently, and it came off quickly. The map detailing all the facilities on campus was very large. When I opened the map, the office floor was full. I put the LED clock on the floor and knelt in front of a large map.
“We were here in the first place.”
pointed to the dormitory. The dormitory was located in the northernmost part of the campus with dozens of buildings. The senior who was looking at the map over my shoulder from behind nodded casually.
“Then I came here.”
I crossed my fingers and pointed to the central library. There is a line connecting the dots. From the outskirts right at the foot of the mountain towards the center, and further down from there. We were moving little by little toward the front door.
A large empty space was visible under the 70th Anniversary Hall. It was a large playground and tennis courts. The gym building was right next to the playground. The gymnasium was under renovation work prior to the incident.
I suddenly remembered the words of my seniors that he had died when his stomach was pierced by a rebar at the gym. chills down the spine
“Should we go straight across the playground? Or turn around to the next building of the Normal University... … .”
I was troubled. But something was strange. The senior behind me was getting closer and closer. My chest was tight. The senior's hand was wrapped in the wrong place, rather than pointing at the map like mine.
"Wait. Can you please get away?”
I tried to get off the old man's hand. But he went even further. The hand that had only been wrapped around the torso came up and grabbed her chest, which had nothing to hold on to.
“Oh, stop… … . senior!"
“Why?”
He put his chin on my shoulder and whimpered. In the middle of my full concentration, I was interrupted and my nerves were a little sharp.
“I am thinking about it. It's serious now.”
“I am thinking seriously. Thinking of how to eat our junior.”
"Ouch!"
Out of nowhere, obscene rumors came out. I screamed reflexively.
“Why do you say that?”
“It was because I suddenly felt dirty. You know, I'm not good at controlling my anger.”
He excused himself without changing his expression. In the meantime, the hand became more unscrupulous. While massaging her breasts with one hand, the other hand crept up to her thighs.
“Since before, my juniors have been ignoring me and only looking at the map. Would I feel dirty or not?”
“No, of course I have to look at the map. You don't have to look at a map to make a plan. Now is not the time to be doing anything else.”
"okay? okay. hang on. I’m going to tear up that fucking map and set it on fire.”
“I was wrong. I won't see you.”
apologized profusely. The senior was the owner of a personality that would remain like that.
“No, look. When did I say I didn't see you? Take a look. They say they like that piece of map better than I do, of course I should see it.”
However, there was no sign that the feeling of the senior, once dirty, would be relieved at all. I looked back. Our eyes met at a distance of less than half a span. I won't see you anymore, so don't be angry, I begged timidly. The senior raised his bloody eyes.
“Fuck, can you see?”
“… … .”
I shut my mouth and fixed my eyes on the map that filled the floor. It wasn't because I was afraid of seniors. never.
However, the pictures and text could not catch my eye. The old man's hand was looking beyond his thigh to his groin. I was in a posture as if hugging him from behind. Gradually his weight was put on his back. Holding on to the map, he endured hard, but in the end he could not win and collapsed forward. He climbed on top of me, who had been lying on the map, as if he was waiting.
The hand that was groping on the top of the pants quickly unbuttoned the button, lowered the zipper and dug inside. Surprised, he stiffened his body. He pressed his lips to the nape of my neck as if to soothe me. A shiver came over me as I was about to give out the place where my pulse was beating.
“Ugh, ah… … .”
I was itchy, so I scrambled around. This time, the back of the neck was grabbed. It's like holding a cat or puppy. The old man turned his head and kissed my lips.
“Focus. It’s serious.”
As if possessed by those words, he looked blankly in front of him. The light from the table clock's liquid crystal reflected the building's luster.
“So, where do you want to go?”
A large hand gripped her genitals with her underwear. Oh, and a silent moan broke out. He wrapped his arms around the scrotum and the scrotum that was not erected in one hand and massaged it slowly.
"Playground? the sanctuary building? International Pavilion? I like anywhere.”
"I… … Huh, I.”
“You did. Let's definitely get out of here. That I will never go back again. So, lead me according to your will.”
His thumb rubbed the glans over his underwear. I got more and more erections against my will. The object, which had been distorted as it was given strength, hardened. Field breathed and shrunk her thighs.
“So good? When I looked at the map, I just stood up. Oh yeah. I made your dick stand up, so I'll make your nipples stand up too. That's how it's fair.”
A hand came under the upper garment. Long fingers groped up her belly and ribs and touched her nipples. Everything above and below was crushed. There was a sudden sound of pain.
“Hyun-ah, don’t you get your head right? Think quickly, where are you going?”
“I thought, I tried, I did.”
"yes. By the way.”
“Senior, because he keeps touching strange places… … .”
The senior suddenly pulled down his pants and underwear and touched his bare cock, causing his horse's tail to stretch. Even when I heard it, it sounded like whining. face turned brightly hot.
Because I had one hand on my upper body and the other on my lower body, it was as if my body was wrapped around his arm. I struggled to get out, but I was completely trapped in his arms and couldn't move. Because of the difference in physique, I wouldn't even be able to see myself from above.
Long, hard hands violently kneaded and rubbed my genitals and breasts. The nipples that stood upright were rubbed against the calluses, and it was painful. The bottom went down to the knees, and the top was pulled up to below the collarbone.
I gasped with my cheek against the cold surface of the map. Breathing formed on the smooth coated surface of the map. I couldn't think of any plans for the future.
“Can’t you speak sooner? Now is not the time to be doing anything else. When you fuck me while doing all the bullshit, why don't you answer me? Do you want to hang out and end up here?”
He worked like a bully. Just in case, I turned my head with difficulty, met my gaze, and asked.
“Here, old man. Have you ever pouted? I just keep looking at the map.”
He turned away from me without even thinking about denying it.
"I don't know. don't talk.”
"I'm sorry."
“Is it enough to just apologize? Junior is always like that.”
"senior… … .”
“Don’t even call me senior. Who is your senior?”
He sharpened his teeth a little. Even the hand that was holding mine went into strength.
"Ouch!"
My eyes went white from the pain. For a moment, I thought my cock was going to explode. A thousand thoughts then ran through my mind. Half of them were swearing and lamentation. I servilely grabbed his wrist.
“Brother, heck, hehehe! brother… … .”
“… … .”
"sorry. Please let go of this. It hurts so much.”
“… … .”
“I won’t do that again. I won't ignore it, and I won't even look at the map. yes?"
He paused for a moment as he turned his head away from me. Then I asked again.
"really?"
"really."
He glanced this way. The cool three hundred eyes rolled towards me.
“Then follow me. There is only one younger brother, older brother.”
“… … .”
I forced myself into a smile as my face was about to contort. The hand that gripped the penis still had no strength. My heart was rushed. I didn't know that if this happened, the tissue would die and something irreversible would happen.
“Oh, forever… … brother. I… … Yes, hyung, there is no outside.”
"yes. I only have Hohyun."
The old man grabbed my chin. His head swung wildly. The lips were devoured.
“Sigh, uh… … .”
The weight on top of me and the tongue gnawing at my mouth so I couldn't breathe were too much for me. It lay under him in a prone position, and he could not hang on to it. I gasped and groaned helplessly over my pursed lips.
I hurriedly followed as the senior entwined my tongue, and inadvertently sucked his lower lip awkwardly. The hand holding my chin tightened even more. My brain was dizzy. At some point, the senior took his head off. He licked his glistening lips and stood up.
“Am I the only one sucking holes?”
Before I could understand what he meant, my stomach flashed off the floor. It was because the senior wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up. I fell to the floor and only my butt was raised. Without hesitation, he grabbed my ass and spread it apart. I woke up. It was only after that that his soft tongue touched his inner flesh.
"Ugh… … !”
He raised his upper body. As if he was waiting, he stretched out his arm and pressed me against my back. I fell to the ground on the road.
“Heh, hey, no, no, don’t do it. No, ah!”
He wrapped his strong arms around his thighs, pinning them down, and buried his head between his buttocks. He used his tongue in a savage and vulgar manner, like a beast that slit open its prey and chewed its entrails. The sound of sucking chump chump sucked openly.
A slippery tongue rubbed the closed entrance. He soaked all the wrinkles that were dry and abruptly pricked them all the way to the inside. My lower stomach tightened up tight. Every time he knelt down and raised his hips awkwardly, he gave strength to his arms every time he tried to collapse. I couldn't escape no matter what. I was so ashamed and sad that I sobbed without even realizing it.
“Yeah, I said no the other day, too. oh why... … .”
He suddenly raised his head. I could feel my breath in the wet, quivering hole.
“No matter how much I wash it, it’s still cramped, so I don’t know what to do. Even if you put the tip of your tongue in, it bites you tight. How did this little thing ate my dick last time?”
I neatly ignored my words that I didn't like seniors and only said what I wanted to say. I was terribly ashamed of what he was going to see. Under his gaze, his exposed thighs trembled. A large hand gently patted my ass.
“Don’t twitch your ass. You’re more clumsy.”
The old man put his face in my groin again. This time, he pushed his head deeper and stubbornly sucked the perineum under the hole. With one hand, he rubbed the sagging penis between her wide thighs. He chewed and licked it, then put it in his mouth all the way to the scrotum. The hard, swollen scrotum was sucked straight into the hot, moist mouth.
“Uh, uh, ah, ah, uh… … !”
The stimulation given evenly except for the genitals was wild. Why don't you suck your dick? The word went up to the tip of his chin and went in. That kind of reason was still there.
Tears welled up in my eyes. "Huh," he said, swallowing a groan and tilted his head. I followed my instinct and clumsily raised my back. Her erect penis trembled. Drops of clear liquid fell from the glans.
“Looking at… … .”
The senior wrapped one arm around my waist and came close behind me. The heavy penis was sandwiched between the buttocks. Should I put it like this?
Memories of the last time came to mind. The whole time it came in, no, even after it came in, I felt like I was going to die. to go through that experience again. Just thinking about it sent a chill down my spine. He hurriedly reached out his hand behind him and pushed his senior's thigh.
“Sir, senior, senior. Wait."
"What."
His voice was low, drowning in desire.
"I've been thinking... … .”
"Five. Have you ever thought about it? Didn't you think I touched something strange and you wouldn't think about it?"
“That, I don’t think this is a bit.”
“… … yeah fuck let's listen Why again this time?”
He gritted his teeth and muttered. Each syllable was filled with life. I desperately shook my head.
“Wouldn’t it kill me if I put it in?”
“You didn’t die last time.”
"Just because you didn't die last time, there's no guarantee that you won't die again... … .”
“Jung Ho-hyun, do you really want to die? Didn't you know that our Hohyeon was so eager to die?”
“Uh, um. So, it's that guy. The senior is also a man. It's kind of like this.”
“But what? The bastard who died happily while getting stuck in me.”
To say the least, it was funny to take sex or taste as an excuse for a subject that reached its climax several times while mixing with him. When I couldn't continue speaking, the senior laughed.
“Okay, what’s next? What fucking excuse are you going to give me next time?”
I closed my eyes tightly and cried. It was the last card.
“Condoms!”
“… … What?"
“Don’t you know No Kon No Sek? I am careful to keep it.”
"Yes. okay. you know, you know No control no sex.”
The senior answered in a dry tone full of annoyance. I didn't even have time to ask what the hell was that nonsense. He gripped my pelvis violently, squeezing it and putting the glans into the hole. I was out of breath. Not even a scream came out. I was afraid of the pain to come.
But the next moment, the thick pillar slid obliquely along the hip bone. The hole and perineum were wet and shiny, so it was an instant to slip.
The senior put his body on top of me behind my back and continued to drive his penis into the bone of my buttocks. Puck, puck, puck. My horribly erect penis rubbed between my thighs. My thighs twitched at the unfamiliar sensation. I casually looked down. His pierced through the tight thighs and landed on my genitals. The glans came in and out countless times, spreading the liquid that was pooled at the tip of the head.
"Yes… … Whoa, whoa, whoa... … .”
The groin was hot. The genitals and holes seemed to be all crushed by the friction. I put my fist on the floor and barely held on. The amount of Cooper liquid falling on the floor increased. Water droplets gathered on the buildings drawn on the map.
My lower abyss was already a mess with the bodily fluids of the two of them. As if by chance or not, each time his genitals brushed past, the hole swelled on its own. As I was about to fall apart, my senior hugged me.
“Are you still that scared of my dick?”
“… … .”
I hurriedly shook my head. His thighs rubbed against his genitals were so hot that it hurt. I felt like I could ejaculate, but I also felt like I was lacking a bit. My brain was all messed up. It sounds really crazy, but I thought I'd rather put it in than this.
“Now, really, I’m going to fuck you.”
he whispered softly. I slid my genitals rhythmically at a certain angle, and at one point, I slightly straightened my back. I fitted the glans into the hole with only my waist and stabbed it at an angle.
“Oh… … .”
The senior swallowed a short moan. The sudden insertion shook my insides. Every time I took a deep breath, I could clearly feel that I was stuck inside. Shocked, I scratched the map on the floor.
"iced coffee… … ah!"
“I didn’t even get in half… … . What if I cry because I can’t eat already?”
He let out a small breath and grabbed the genitals that had been bitten awkwardly. No, I was taking it out. However, perhaps because of being overly nervous, the inner wall was very narrow, so I bit into his and refused to let go.
"Ouch… … !”
“Hyung-ah, relax a little. My cock will burst.”
It was painful for me too. I thought the whole inside of my stomach was coming out. I cried and shook my head desperately.
“Mo, I can’t, hehe… … . Senior, I'm dying... … Ugh, I really feel like dying.”
“Are you crying again? Anyway, I was born to bleed up and down.”
He reached forward and grabbed my penis, shaking it. I groaned often even when I was completely unconscious. If you pull your waist forward, your genitals are crushed by the senior's hand, and if you pull it back, it's like getting stuck deeper into his. It just seemed crazy.
“Ah, ah, ah, yes.”
The senior's low laugh could be heard far away.
“I touched him to release his strength, and he’s tightening it even more.”
The intermittent twitching hole loosened a little bit of strength. Taking advantage of that gap, the penis was tight. The inner wall, which had been tightly closed, was cut at once, and it was inserted all the way to the inside.
“… … !”
Mouth opened. Instead of screaming, there was a sound like air escaping. He stretched his trembling arms behind him. It was a move that I did not know whether to push the senior or to catch him. He grabbed my wrist and pushed me back again. The genitals stretched apart the wet inner wall. It felt like a huge fireball had been shoved into my stomach.
There was no way I could be okay with this. It felt like my stomach was about to burst like a water balloon filled with too much water. It was scary. I hugged my belly and moaned ah, ah, ah.
“Why, why… … . Ugh, why all of a sudden?”
The right words didn't come out. He cried as he rubbed his forehead on the smooth surface of the map. The senior smiled excitedly, kissed my ear, and touched my cheek.
“It used to be pink, but now it’s redder. cute If I fuck you any more, I think you'll really die. I want to fuck you crazy. ha… … What do we do."
He gritted his teeth and pulled out his genitals with force. I could feel the vicious veins sprouting from the pillars scratching the inside. I put on a glans at the entrance, then pushed it back in. The genitals that had dug in until they couldn't go any further, gently pressed one place. Somewhere below the belly button felt sore.
"ah… … ah!"
I shuddered like a shocked man. There was a crackling sound. Stimulation was applied to the same place one after another.
"Weird. Wait… … over here... … ah! Do not."
Each time I put it in, my back twisted more and more and my head was tilted back. The glans slammed against the inner wall. Instantly, my toes curled up.
"okay. do you like it here? Can you put more here?”
Unsurprisingly, this time the senior didn't even pretend to listen to me. He took a serious stance and climbed on top of me. I could feel the genitals moving in and out more clearly because my stomach was pressed between the floor and the body of the senior.
“I hate you... … Ugh, why are you so big?”
I struggled, scratching the floor. I was afraid of the strange sensation, so I kept straining my stomach. The flesh wrapped around the genitals and stuck to them. Chin, chin, chin. Every time he hit it, his body kept pushing up. The senior hugged me by the waist and pulled me down. Like prey caught in a trap, I clumsily resisted, but to no avail.
"scary. I hate it now, because I hate it... … .”
“Do you hate me? Do you hate it that much?”
“… … .”
No, that's not what I meant. My heart sank. I grabbed his wrist as he rested on the floor next to me. It's not that I didn't like the senior, it's that I didn't like the senior's cock, to be precise, the length and thickness of the cock. I wanted to say that, but the words didn't come out. It felt as if something stabbed deep inside his body would come out over his neck. He shrugged his shoulders and breathed heavily.
"yes? Ho Hyun Ah. do you hate me?”
He asked again as he hugged me from behind. He, too, was breathing heavily. Of course, in the midst of this, there was no sign of losing it. Squeezing out all the energy he had been sucking on, he shook his head.
“You don’t like it?”
Nodded this time. The senior laughed like a sigh.
"okay. Then I'll keep hitting you."
He was beaten violently from behind. He held me tight so I wouldn't be pushed forward. Hard thighs pressed against my buttocks.
"Ugh!"
A shudder ran through the inner walls. If I had been a little more careful, I would have ejaculated. I knew it would be like this. I shed bitter tears. Tears dripped down the map already messed with bodily fluids.
"why are you crying. You say you don't like it?"
“That, that’s not what I was talking about!”
"it's okay. cry more You're pretty when you cry."
He clings to my back like a beast and stings inside. Then, he constantly bit his cheek, neck, and lips and sucked. I couldn't calm myself down. When I pulled out the shiny penis for a long time and then put it in, there was a shuffling sound. While driving deeply, he rubbed his groin and rubbed his inner wall.
My calf, which was under the senior, flew in the air and then fell back. With his trembling toes, he pounded on the floor like crazy. A dilute liquid dripped and dripped between her knees, which were awkwardly spread apart.
If it continued like this, it would be weird. I thought I had to get out. I recklessly moved forward. He crawled on the floor and tried to escape somehow.
“Where are you going… … huh? don't go."
The senior grabbed my wrist. Contrary to his languid tone of voice, the strength of his hands was terrifying. He dragged me back and put me back in his arms. The half-broken penis was locked in. I cried endlessly.
“I mean, it really looks like rice… … uh, black.”
“It can be cheap.”
“I keep stabbing in strange places, huh… … I kept saying it was weird, heh, not to do it.”
“Yes, yes.”
“Please, forever... … .”
he inhaled The muscle in the arm holding me tensed up. Chin, chin, chin, the stabbing cycle got shorter and shorter. Every time it was stabbed, it rang all the way to the tip of the toe. The pleasure was so strong that I couldn't stand it anymore. There was a limit to the endurance of twisting the thighs and shaking the pelvis.
“Aww… … !”
I bit my lip and only shed tears, and finally burst into tears. At the same time, semen spurted out of the genitals that had not been touched. At that moment, the old man stopped moving.
“Ah, ah, ah!”
It felt like my entire spine was being burned. The inner wall that reached its climax tightened up on its own, biting and tightening the genitals. However, there was no further stimulus given.
“Why… … . Ah, ah, heh, heh... … .”
The whole time I was ejaculating, I felt like I was going crazy because the inside of my hole was squirming. I want you to fuck me as much as you want, but I wish you could scratch the inside to relieve the itchiness. The senior was too savage.
I fumbled to find his arm and squeezed it. As if pleading, she rubbed her forehead against her wrist and rubbed her cheek. I pushed my butt randomly and begged for pleasure. I watched it even when I awkwardly moved my back. The genitals that filled the inside stabbed bluntly here and there. However, it was far worse than the senior's fucking.
Eventually, things were over. Leaving a lukewarm heat that could not be resolved. The leaking stream of semen gradually subsided. I was exhausted and fell to the floor. It was shameful and sad to struggle alone to the climax.
puck. The genitals, which had been sitting still, suddenly throbbed violently inside. At that moment, the inner wall had become overly sensitive. Instantly, his eyes flashed.
"ah!"
Gradually the pace accelerated. I just ejaculated, so it's normal to feel pain and not feel it. I kept getting itchy at the back of the genitals. It also seemed to be a bit chilly. It was strange. I thought this wasn't it.
“Senior, shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
"Ugh… … . ha."
I looked back hard. The old man's eyes looking down at me were darkened. There was not even a trace of reason.
“No, wait a minute.”
As if he had heard me, he pressed his lips against my forehead and teased me. His buttocks tingled from the countless bumps against his pubis. He pushed his shoulder and forearm desperately. But it didn't matter. The moment when I pulled it out all the way for the last time and put it in the deepest place I could go in.
“Huh, huh, ah, no, no… … !”
Something unbelievable happened. Something shot again from my penis, which had just ejaculated. It was a clear liquid like water. Just in time, the senior started to ejaculate. The thick, semen-soaked penis was lodged against the inner wall and wriggling. His semen filled his stomach several times.
In line with that, water spurted out from the tip of my glans with good momentum. The water flow intensified when he managed to pull back his genitals, which were clenched tightly against the inner wall, and then plunged them back. In an instant, the floor became wet as if a glass of water had been spilled. I couldn't even scream and trembled.
I could feel every bit of pressure on his cock as the inner wall, which had contracted to its limit, twitched. He greedily swallowed the semen pouring down his entire mucous membrane. The senior swallowed a short groan, saying, But there was nothing I could do. The tight thighs and lower abdominal muscles showed no sign of loosening up the whole time.
Time passed that seemed excruciatingly long. Even after the water leaking from my genitals stopped, I couldn't move for a long time. He fell to the floor and covered his face with both hands. I just wanted to die.
“Brother-in-law, pretty. Show me your face.”
"I do not like it."
“Look at me.”
“Turn it off.”
“I think you are rather talented. I also thought it was raining indoors all of a sudden. Because juniors are so cheap.”
He giggled in a hushed voice. I wanted to die even more.
“Could you please shut up… … .”
“To be ashamed. are you okay. I know well that you often spill water up and down, but what?”
He picked me up and hugged me. It was uncomfortable because the genitals that had not yet come out were poorly lodged in the hole. But I didn't even have the energy to ask for it to be removed.
“So, did you think about it during sex? Where are you going?”
“… … .”
I stared blankly at the messed up map. It was so covered in all sorts of strange liquids that I couldn't even use it as a rug. Coincidentally, the school logo was covered with plenty of semen. I felt like an animal that couldn't tell the time and place. A building drawn with neat illustrations came into sight. It was the main building.
Our school had a structure where you had to go through the main gate at the entrance of the mountain and go up along the road for a long time to reach the campus. It looks like a fan or an inverted bottle.
The experience of walking uphill for tens of minutes on a mountain road with nothing but sparsely installed streetlights was terrifying. If it's good, the air is clear and the scenery is good, if it's bad, it looks like a wild boar will jump through the railing from the mountain side at any moment. So the students took the shuttle bus no matter what.
The main building was built in a place with good accessibility, perhaps because it is frequently visited by outsiders, or because it has the meaning of being a building that represents the school. At the apex of the fan shape, if you go straight from the front gate, you will soon see the large main building. From our point of view, the main building was the gateway to the main gate and a base.
"I… … .”
After thinking it through, I opened my mouth. But the senior cut off my words halfway through.
“No, no. You don't have to tell me now. Think more.”
"yes?"
What do you mean by that? Bewildered. I didn't understand until the senior hugged me around the waist and brought me closer.
"ha… … .”
he let out a sweet sigh. Covered with semen, the genitals embedded in me gradually swelled. The glans, which regained its hardness in an instant, pushed up the inner wall tightly. Only then did I grasp the situation and tremble with a sense of betrayal. But it's already too late. The old man smiled and whispered in my ear.
“Let’s do it one more time, Hohyeon-ah. yes?"
* * *
The quickest way to the main building from here was across the main playground and tennis courts. Of course, it was a very risky operation. In the building, even if they met infected people, they could evade them. However, in an open field, it was impossible. Once caught, there was no choice but to be caught.
If you want to be safe, there is also a way to go through other buildings in the vicinity. Just as we came from the dormitory to the central library and from the central library to the 70th anniversary hall.
However, it was not known how long it would take to escape if that method was chosen. While going from building to building, even the few remaining supplies might run out.
We prepared to leave. I packed up my leftover food and rummaged through drawers and cabinets looking for something to take with me. To prepare for the weather outside, I put on the padding that was hanging on a hanger in the office, and brought a scarf just in case.
“… … ah."
Rumbled through the desk drawer, he let out a short exclamation. The old man turned to me. I showed you what I had in my hand. It was a car smart key.
The dormitory and central library were mainly used by students. Of course, there are not many college students who have a car, but it is not common. So I didn't even think about it. The fact that most of the faculty members who worked here will have their own cars.
“Can’t we get in this car and go to the front door?”
“How do you know where it is parked?”
“You know there’s a button that can make a beep sound. Here you go. Wouldn’t it be possible to find it by clicking on it?”
The senior shrugged his shoulders without any rebuttal. It was a lukewarm reaction, not knowing whether it was good or bad.
“Yeah, what. Try it.”
went out to the lobby On a snowy day, after I stumbled in bleeding from my legs, the door to the 70th Anniversary Hall remained firmly closed the whole time. The door finally opened. The outside air rushed in like it hadn't been in a very long time. It was cold and brittle. I looked up at the sky. The snow that had been pouring for days had already stopped. Cloudy breath spread in the empty air.
There were no infected people around. Fortunately, he avoided being attacked as soon as he came out. However, if he looked a little further away, he saw figures slowly wandering around the frozen campus. It seemed to have survived the heavy snowfall. They were moving with their entire bodies charred until they were completely burned to ashes. It was impossible to freeze to death just because the temperature dropped a little.
Starting from the entrance to the building, the passageways with sidewalk blocks were all painted white. Snowflakes also fell on the trees and shrubs. Sobok Sobok The place where the snow was piled up was the yangban. The ice-cold slope was dizzying just to look at it. If you fall over there, you'll probably break at least a fracture.
“The road is frozen.”
“Because no one clears the snow.”
He replied, putting on a black mask.
“This is why I tried to stay in the dormitory as long as possible. If it snows at the halfway point, you can't go anywhere and you're trapped.”
“… … .”
“Otherwise, as soon as an incident occurred, I should have jumped out and secured another place… … . that's hard There's no way you'll believe and follow my words since you've only just met.”
After telling me everything, the senior threw unrealistic stories without any hesitation. The past of parallel worlds that he and I must have experienced, but I do not remember.
“How many times have you been here?”
"third time? four times? I don't know. I don't remember.”
“Did you ever go to the playground?”
"once… … .”
“Did you try to go to the main building then? How did it go?”
He turned his gaze toward the playground. I thought for a moment while looking at the things going around the spacious playground.
“I saw it in the basement of the memorial… … . just ran out I ran to live and die. But the playground was too wide, and I ran out of energy before I got to the other side. Being caught... … .”
I imagined the sight of countless infected people rushing on top of me and my senior who collapsed in the middle of the playground. It was creepy. I erased the option of crossing the playground with both feet from my mind. I squeezed the key of a car I didn't know whose or what model it belonged to.
“I need to find a mount. To go through the playground.”
We walked around the building looking for a car. There were several cars parked on the side of the road covered in snow, but none of them responded to my key. If I had been an engineering student, I would have smashed through the car window and connected the wires to start the engine. When a real engineering student heard it, I thought about what kind of nonsense I was talking about. It was so sad.
We also went to the parking lot behind the building. There were few cars. In a building with a professor's laboratory or a convention hall for foreign guests, one or two luxury foreign cars are always parked.
Suddenly, I remembered what I heard from Na-hye Kim at the central library. When the virus spread, high-ranking people were already out. Only the lowest-ranking staff and students who knew nothing remained and were victimized. My belief that the words were true grew stronger.
Beep. A very welcome sound came from the corner of the parking lot. An orange light flashed from a car parked behind the pillar.
“Senior, here you go. It must be that car.”
"yes."
I hurriedly grabbed the senior. He nodded dryly. It was an attitude that I didn't even expect. It was oddly ominous.
The moment I sat in the driver's seat and pressed the start button, an ominous feeling materialized. No matter what, it didn't start. rattle, burrung. There was only a loud noise. Various warning signs flickered on the instrument panel.
“The battery is dead.”
“I see.”
“… … .”
“… … .”
Silence passed. I only looked at the instrument panel with a dejected feeling. The senior in the passenger seat sighed.
“Junior, have you never had a car?”
“Is there?”
"okay. It seemed so.”
He denigrated me so casually. The senior tried to be furious about whether there was a car, but he endured it. Now was not the time to bicker over useless things. I threw the useless car key into the driver's seat and got out.
Should I give up going across the playground? So, how should I make the route? international view? Multimedia education center? teacher's college? gym? My head hurt. Then something came into view. A bicycle parked against a parking lot wall.
“Senior, you know.”
The senior also saw where my gaze was heading.
“It’s a bit out of the blue. that's it, um Wouldn't it be necessary to ride a car? I just need to get to the other side of the playground faster than the infected... … .”
"So what. Do you want to ride it now?”
“… … yes."
he smiled broadly.
"Wow. That’s a good idea.”
I also laughed awkwardly. Immediately, the senior wrinkled his face.
“What the fuck. It would be a crazy idea.”
“… … .”
The smile vanished from my lips.
“Why doesn’t our juniors turn their heads around important things? Did you shed too many tears and fucking water earlier, and your brain was dry and twisted? Would you like to go out and eat some snow?”
“No, old man. I mean.”
“What kind of bike is a bike on an icy road? If you ride a bicycle here and step on the pedal once, it will roll around and go to the front door in an instant. Why, seeing that it snowed, did you want to go out and play? Skiing, or riding a snow sleigh that looks like a backbone? Wow, that would be fun.”
“Listen to me!”
"okay. Our Hohyunie, you should say everything you want to say. I'll listen to you no matter how fucked up you are. try."
The old man glared at me. I didn't lose and looked at him face to face.
“It’s not about riding a bike down a frozen slope. Only on the playground, only on flat ground. It won't be as slippery as the pavement over there. Walking around the edge of the playground would take too long. Rather, it could be more dangerous.”
“… … .”
“Your senior said it. The other day, while running away from the playground, he lost his strength and was caught. This time, it's okay if you don't run out of strength."
“What if I fall while riding?”
“I saw it earlier. Spreading sparsely in the playground of the infected. It will take some time for us to spot and chase. In the meantime, either stop the bike and ride it again, or throw it away and run away.”
“You know, juniors are really.”
he sighed.
“It seems like you have a lot of unnecessary thoughts, but sometimes it just seems like you live without thinking at all.”
“I’ve learned that you can’t do anything by sitting still and just rolling your head.”
“So you ran out to save me and died? without thinking?”
Suddenly something else came out. He recalled the horrific memories in a calm tone, as if talking about everyday life.
“You would have saved everyone equally, right? Even if it wasn’t me who was by your side at that time, even if it was the guy you hated, even if it was a scumbag worth saving.”
“I can’t say for sure because I don’t remember that. Maybe I thought that was for the best then.”
“… … .”
“You can’t both live, and if either one of them has to live or both have to die, of course it’s better for one of them to live. I was hurt then, and the senior was fine, so it’s more efficient for the senior to live.”
“… … .”
“I don’t think I ran out without thinking. After much thought, I would have chosen a senior. I want my seniors to survive with my potential.”
He stared at me intently without blinking an eye. I felt ashamed because I thought I was just boasting and talking about catching floating clouds. I don't even know exactly what I was thinking or feeling at the time.
“Well, that’s just what I thought. It's a guess.”
He shyly turned his head. Even after our eyes diverged, the senior stared at my side face. As if I engrave everything that makes up me one by one in my mind. After the silence, he asked calmly.
“Then who will step on the pedals?”
* * *
An iron pipe was stuck in the leg of the infected person. An infected person with both knee joints completely crushed moaned. It tried to climb up, dragging its body with its arms. However, because the floor was slippery and frozen, they only struggled in place and could not easily chase after them.
“Finished cleanup.”
The senior jumped off the stand with an iron pipe in one hand. Behind him stood out a banner for a game that looked like something hung from our school baseball team. 'Reach your goal. Win the victory!' A large school logo was engraved under the tragic phrase.
The playground started from under the concrete stand. There was a urethane track for athletics at the outermost part, and a stadium with artificial turf on the inside. It has an anti-slip treatment, so it was worth walking even in the snow.
I confirmed that my senior was approaching and climbed into the saddle. A large playground was spread out in front. The infected roamed the place where students once sweated and ran eagerly after a ball. His decayed face was frozen solid, turning it bluish gray.
We held our breath and looked around for sympathy. Fortunately, there was still quite a distance so they couldn't find us. After that, the senior jumped into the seat behind me.
“Here you go, senior.”
“Why, junior? What are you complaining about again this time?”
“Why am I naturally in the front seat? me... … . It looks sick.”
"Where?"
The place where my seniors tortured me to death. I wanted to say. However, unlike my seniors, I was a person who knew shame, so I could not speak out.
“Then shall I take the handle? You must be chasing after you with an iron pipe, but do you even drive?”
The old man smirked angrily. retorted
"no. I was wrong.”
“I am again, huh? You can't control your anger. If you turn your eyes on the way, damn it, you might break the steering wheel and hit those bastards and come out to die together.”
“You ride. I will take you to the other side.”
I quietly grabbed the steering wheel. The spacious playground and the vaguely visible main building beyond it were engraved in my eyes once again. I confirmed my goal and put my foot on the pedal. With an arm that didn't hold the metal pipe, the senior wrapped his arms around my waist.
Cold air brushed his cheeks. It gradually picked up speed. A few infected people wandering around found us. But the response was slow. By the time they staggered back, we were already far apart.
"for a moment… … .”
Something was strange. The arm that was holding her waist was somewhere else before she knew it. Nervous, I just looked ahead and went hard, then hurriedly looked back at him.
“Wait a minute, heck, senior!”
Instead of rubbing my thighs and buttocks with my big, bloody hands, he replied calmly.
"why?"
“What are you doing!”
He smiled with a slightly curved eye that was exposed over the mask.
“What should I do, Hyuna? I stand.”
"yes? now? here?”
“I hate it when you step on the pedals and your ass shakes. If you lift your ass a little bit more, I think I can drive it like this. I want to hit it.”
"no… … .”
“Who is it that makes you look so lewd? My face is like sticky rice cakes, and my thighs are getting stronger. After all, he is also a man.”
“… … .”
I decided to ignore his words neatly. Already behind us, five or six infected people were gathering and following us. If you were careless even for a moment, you would be caught up soon.
The hand that was groping my thigh came into my groin without notice. For a moment, the hand holding the handle sprained. The bicycle, which was going straight, leaving a straight line on the playground, staggered in a stagger.
“Ugh!”
“Hey, my junior. Have you ever screwed up driving? Have a good look ahead. What if I go 5 minutes early and go 50 years earlier?”
“Please, give me that damn hand… … .”
He didn't even have time to shake off the senior's hand that was holding the front seat. I wanted to cry. Taking advantage of our momentary hesitation, the infected quickly narrowed the distance. A greedy scream followed over his shoulder.
“Kyaaaaaagh!”
The senior laid my back and turned my upper body. I thought the bike was going to sway loudly, and then I heard a loud noise from behind. He clenched his teeth and accelerated. My breath was full to the point of my chin.
“Don’t look back.”
he instructed I did as he said. I wondered how many infected people there were and how far they had been chasing them. But, I kept looking ahead and running. A terrifying cry was heard constantly. The sound of being beaten by an iron pipe was also heard several times. The signs following us showed no sign of disappearing.
“Keureuk, kreureuk.”
At the edge of his field of vision, he saw a dark hand. One of them must have managed to catch up with us. chills down the spine
"under… … .”
The senior laughed nervously. He put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me up. He swung an iron pipe as he narrowly climbed into the back seat. Fuck! The guy who reached for the rear wheel fell helplessly.
“Tread faster.”
“Heh, heo, here, more, how.”
"hurry!"
Something caught on the rear wheel. Like a car that couldn't slow down and stepped on a speed bump, the whole bike bounced. My eyesight shook randomly. My heart sank. I wanted to fall like this.
"Some bastard's arm was crushed. don't mind. Go quickly!”
the senior shouted. A blade of wind blew through our hair and the hem of our clothes. The opposite stand, which seemed so far away, was getting closer and closer. About 20 meters before the destination, the bike suddenly stopped. I didn't move as if I had fallen into a pit of mud. It looked like someone had thrown themselves under the wheel.
"senior!"
I hurriedly jumped off my bike. As if the senior had been waiting, he jumped down to the side. Then I looked back. A terrible scene unfolded before my eyes.
Five, no, six? Several infected people were attached to one bicycle. With his body on the wheels, he tangled up and struggled desperately. When our eyes met, I struggled more and more.
There was an instinctive fear. But he couldn't come here and get caught. I forcibly moved my stiff hands and feet. He grabbed the bike frame and shoved it towards them. Heavy metal bikes hit them. Someone was punched straight in the face. The front teeth were pulled out from the rotten gums and pus flowed out. I turned around without hesitation.
The old man took my hand. His hands were sweaty. I held my big, hard hands tightly and ran towards the front. I widened my stride as much as I could and strode up the large stand like climbing stairs. As soon as I stepped on the snowy road, I slipped slightly. The senior held my hand and gave me strength to support me.
"Be careful."
The main building was right in front of you. I saw a glass door on the side of the building. It was firmly locked and the shutter was down. A yellow and black fence for access control was erected in front of the door, probably not in use, to block it. However, there was no time to find a proper entrance. Even now, behind us, the infected were scrambling up the Miracle Stand and chasing us.
“Go over there!”
Fortunately, the ice thinly froze and the bare ground was exposed. He jumped over the fence that reached his waist. He could not slow down even when he reached right in front of the door and hit the metal shutter hard. There was a huge shock to my back and shoulder, but I didn't even know it was painful.
“Huh, hey, hey… … .”
He leaned his back against a shutter that looked like a horizontal iron grate. One or two infected people were still following us relentlessly.
The fence would block their access for a while. They don't even have the intelligence to turn around or jump over obstacles in front of them. But, yes, it was only a temporary measure. I had to either kill them quickly or run away to another place. The old man took a rough breath and grabbed the iron pipe.
The sound of unlocking the door behind me was heard. My senior and I looked back at the same time. Dark silhouettes fluttered beyond the shutters and glass doors. Then someone opened the door and came out. At first glance, the physique was quite large. He even opened the glass door, but he hesitated for a moment in front of the shutter, perhaps not knowing how to open it. But soon something happened that was hard to believe even after seeing it with my own two eyes.
A hockey pole came out from under the shutter. A deafening noise followed. I don't know if it's okay to use that expression for things, but it was like a hockey stick beating the shutter with a lot of resentment.
I lost my mind and came to my senses later. At this rate, before the shutters were ripped off, all the infected people around here would come.
“A button. Shutter button! By the door!”
He shouted desperately inward. The movement of violently striking the hockey stick stopped. After a while, the shutter, which had become a miserable appearance, was raised with difficulty with a creaking sound.
He was a man with a short-cropped hair and a rugged physique. He was bigger than me, even bigger than his seniors. Overall, it was a look full of intimidation. I don't know if it's okay to use this expression for a living person, but it was scarier than most infected people.
The letter S, which was placed in a large size on the gwajam he wore, stood out. An unfamiliar logo was engraved on the forearm. He was not a student of our school.
“Are you okay?”
It was a dull voice with a dialect accent. Even his voice was profound. Somehow, 'Yes, brother!' I felt I had to answer. He reached out his hand through the slowly opening shutter. Involuntarily, he stretched out his arm. Rather than that, it was faster for the senior to push me from behind.
“Ugh… … !”
I almost rolled over and went inside. Quaang! Before I could stand up straight, there was a loud noise. Outside, the senior was confronting the infected. It seemed that the one who ran over the fence ran into the shutter. If he hadn't pushed me quickly, I would have been crushed under it by now.
Perhaps they had heard the loud noise, and others slipped over the fence. In the meantime, the shutter went up at a frustratingly slow speed. The senior gave instructions while keeping his eyes fixed on the front.
“Turn down the shutter again.”
“Are you a senior?”
“I’ll get in on your own, so get off first!”
I pressed the button next to the door. The shutter, which was raised more than half way, stopped suddenly and started coming down again. He was still confronting the enemy. His face, neck and shoulders were covered by shutters one after the other. At this rate, not only the infected, but also them might not be able to enter. I couldn't stay still. He reached out to the man with the hockey stick.
“Can you lend me that for a moment?”
“… … .”
He looked me up and down and shook his head. My heart tightened. But he straightened his grip on the hockey stick and made the move himself. A hard, heavy hockey pole poked hard through the leg of the infected through the shutter.
“Turn off, turn off… … Kuck!”
My ankle was bent at an odd angle. It lost its balance and fell flat. Taking advantage of that gap, the senior hit the head with an iron pipe. Black blood pooled on the floor. The shutters are already down to knee height. From behind, I could see the infected struggling limbs and jumping over the fence. I was nervous and thought I was going crazy.
"senior. Quickly!”
He hurriedly reached out his hand through the narrowing gap. I threw down the metal pipe the senior was holding and grabbed my hand. I put strength in my hand and pulled it tight. he threw himself at me He opened his arms and took him into his arms.
Just before the shutter fully closed, he came all the way inside. He and I got tangled together and collapsed. thud! Infected people who ran after them slammed their bodies on the closed shutters. The man ran quickly and locked the door.
We lay down in that position for a while. I heard the sound of my heart beating loudly in the chest of my senior who was superimposed on top of me. It felt like my heart was about to explode.
gradually became uncomfortable. The senior lying on top of me was heavy. The intertwined legs were also a concern. In the meantime, there was a difference in height, so his feet were lower than mine. As soon as I realized that fact, the discomfort increased. I patted him on the back.
“I, senior.”
"why."
he replied bluntly. He was fine except for a little breathing. I was worried that I might have exhausted myself because it was too hard, but it was a useless worry.
“Please get out of the way. I'm out of breath.”
"no."
He responded curtly, and buried his head in the nape of my neck.
“You are so pretty and warm that I don’t want to fall.”
It was a word that went through no filter at all. I would have thought that if it were just the two of us, but not now. Unknowingly, I turned my head and looked to the side. The man who caught my gaze scratched the back of his head with a calm expression.
"Can't you wake up? Can I listen to both of you at the same time?”
* * *
I entered the lobby of the main building with the man. The electricity went out here as well, so it was dark everywhere. At least it was daytime, so light came through the glass door, but at night, you wouldn't be able to tell even an inch ahead.
The man was as reticent as he was. So did the seniors. To begin with, the only time he talked a lot was in front of me. Two tall, large men, very far from being nice or gentle, were gasping for breath as they kept their mouths shut. Looking at the two of them alone, they looked like people who came from a dark world rather than ordinary college students.
I got stuck between them and just noticed, but eventually I spoke first. Just then, the name of the school engraved on the man's back stood out.
“Are you a Semin University student?”
"Yes."
“No, how did you get here from there?”
What would a university student in the middle of the city come to this remote place? To bury the person you always had a grudge in a mountain? You shouldn't judge people based on their looks, but no matter how you do it, you can only think of ugly things. It was the same reason that I couldn't possibly think of a senior who was immersed in art activities gracefully.
“There is a joint winter training. In the meantime, I also applied for credit exchange for seasonal semesters.”
It was an unexpectedly sound reason. A seasonal semester in training. It seemed more sincere than me. As soon as the class ended, I just thought of going to my grandmother's house in the countryside after stretching and sleeping.
“Are you chess? Excuse me, what grade are you in?”
“I’m in first grade.”
"yes? 1st grade? Newbie?”
"Yes."
"Twenty? Ah, now that the year has changed, twenty one?”
"Yes."
“… … .”
I'm confused. Are you four years younger than me? Less than a year after graduating from high school? with that face? at that size? with that voice? If you put on a black suit and only in-ears, you'd be able to trust the head of any security company.
“This is Hanbin.”
he nodded his head. I was embarrassed to receive a polite greeting. Age or class is useless in this situation. I just brought up another topic.
“Are there any other people?”
“No, upstairs.”
“Are you up there? Did the electricity and water cut off here too?”
"Yes."
"Oh right. I am a business administration student at this school. affection… … .”
“Hyunah.”
The old man who had been silent before suddenly opened his mouth.
“Ask me too.”
"yes?"
I asked stupidly because it was absurd. The old man gave a light impression.
“Why don’t you ask me? When you talk to me, you're always scared and say yes and no, but what's so many things about that bastard? Would you like an instant interview?”
“… … What can I ask you?”
"anything. Anything you want to know It's okay to have a favorite color or a pose you want to try. Oh, you can tell me my size too.”
"senior!"
I was freaked out. At first glance, the words seemed harmless, but the nuance was openly unsound. It was not something I would say with a third person next to me. I desperately looked at Hanbin. Fortunately, he didn't listen to his senior, or he didn't understand even after hearing it, but his expression was stiff and expressionless.
We climbed the dark stairs carefully, leaning on the railing. From the 1st floor to the 2nd floor, from the 2nd floor to the 3rd floor. It was quiet all around. If it weren't for the black bloodstains on the walls and floor, it would have looked like a closed building after business hours.
The farther away from the lobby, the less light and it got darker. Just as I was starting to worry that I might not be able to react in time if I was attacked unexpectedly, I saw reddish light flickering at my feet. Lighted candles were placed along the stairs in disposable paper cups.
Hanbin stood close to the door on the third floor and knocked softly. smart smart After a while, there was a knocking sound from inside.
"I'm home. I brought two other survivors from the first floor.”
There was no reaction from inside. After a while, a dull voice was heard through the door.
“How is it? Are you hurt?”
Hanbin looked back at us. My sunbae and I rode bicycles across snowy fields, ran on icy roads, and even threw ourselves under shutters, so it was never a neat look. But there were no injuries.
"no."
“… … .”
I could hear them whispering as if they were discussing among themselves. Soon the door opened. It seemed that they had decided to accept us inside.
As the building symbolizes the school, the hallways of the main building were wide. For defensive purposes or to prevent the chill, all the windows were closed and curtains drawn. Instead, sparsely placed candles lit up the interior. Orange candles shimmered throughout the dark hallway.
Several pairs of eyes focused on us. Each person sat or stood in a comfortable position. Some even sat with their legs outstretched and read a book by the light of a candle. All of them were clean and there were no injuries. One of them stepped forward. He was a man in comfortable training clothes.
“Did you have a hard time outside? Come in quickly.”
After school became like this, it was the first time I was welcomed even though I had received hostility or warning from others. I felt weird.
“Here… … .”
“Oh, it's okay. No zombies here. We cleaned everything up from the first floor. Now I am still living here.”
“Did you clear it up?”
"yes. Would you like to take a look around?”
The man, whose name was Song Chang-min, casually led us inside with a flashlight in one hand. On the third floor of the main building, there were offices, duty rooms, and seminar rooms. As he walked down the hallway, he talked about this and that.
“At first, I stayed somewhere else, but I really wanted to die, so I worked hard with people to recapture the main building. Since this building is the largest and located in the center of the campus, I thought the possibility of being rescued was high. The third floor is used as a living space, and the first and second floors are empty, but they are patrolled periodically.”
I listened to his story with one ear and peered through the open door. What was once the office of the Academic Affairs Office is full of supplies believed to have been gathered by survivors. Weapons such as crowbars, lumber, and hammers were also stored by type.
Eventually we reached the end of the hallway. Doors with small meeting room signs lined up left and right. Song Chang-min pointed to some of those doors.
“Everything is empty from here to here. By the way, both of you are male, so I think you can choose any place you like and stay with them. Usually two or three of us share a room.”
Instead of a senior who seemed unwilling to engage in conversation, I took his word.
"yes? Do you each share a room?”
“There is no risk. There are still empty conference rooms. Being together is only going to cause more stress.”
It was amazing. I thought I was in some hotel. Electricity and water all over the campus are cut off, and countless people are dying, but this place was not peaceful and luxurious. Days of sleeping crouched on the floor of the dormitory shower room and reading room, sleeping on a box in the machine room of the central library, and sleeping uncomfortablely in the chair of the 70th anniversary memorial office passed through my mind.
“What else was there? right. Water is distributed in the hallway at 12 noon every day. See that wall clock over there? It's 12 o'clock on that clock. It’s not a lot to use, but it’s enough to drink and wash.”
“How is that possible?”
“Some of them have already been put in the tub before the water is cut off, and sometimes they go out and pour snow while taking turns. The snow is collected and melted, and then boiled once with a gas burner.”
I thought of the people I had glimpsed in the hallway earlier. It was hard to believe that they were in distress in extreme circumstances, and they looked fine. laughter came out.
“You are very organized. Unbelievable. There are so many people, don’t you fight?”
Song Chang-min widened his eyes, as if asking what bloody noise he was talking about.
“A fight? There is nothing lacking, and each of us is doing our part well, so what is there to fight about? At times like this, we should get along better.”
The senior, who was looking around with a careless expression, suddenly smiled. It was a small sound, but it was very audible because the hallway was quiet. For the first time since he came here, he opened his mouth.
“He’s fucking up.”
“… … .”
“… … .”
The air suddenly froze. I forgot to breathe for a moment. Song Chang-min's smile also cracked. It became dark before my eyes. This atmosphere had to be rectified somehow.
“Ah, I… … . I'm sorry. I'm not a bad person after all.”
Song Chang-min smiled as if he was okay and shook his head.
"I understand. The situation is a situation, but of course you can be sensitive. I'll have someone else bring you some basic necessities later. You must be tired, but take a break. More on that later.”
He bowed his head and returned to the main aisle where the others were. I stared at his back as he walked away. Rather than before, when I ran on the playground recklessly, relying on only one bicycle, I felt more realistic now.
"senior."
The senior's expressionless face shone bluish in the emergency exit guidance light. The entire building had gone out of power, so the only things that were fine here were emergency exits and door shutters running on emergency power.
"no. Let's go in and talk."
I dragged him into any empty room. At least there were candles and emergency exits in the hallways, but there were no light sources here. When I came in and closed the door, I couldn't see anything at all.
“Now it’s just the two of us.”
The old man whispered in the dark. I inadvertently stepped back. A soft wall touched my back. The walls were soundproofed like a conference room with sound equipment such as speakers and microphones.
"I have something to ask."
“Are you finally ready to ask me a question? What are you curious about?"
he came close to me The rustling of the clothes was particularly loud. I flinched without realizing it.
“So, what I want to ask is.”
"yes. junior.”
“Why did you say that before? Do you know those people?”
“… … .”
After a moment of silence, he sharpened his teeth a little.
“Damn it, for some reason I did a pretty thing first. okay. You really need to set the mood like this. That’s why it’s Jung Ho-hyun.”
"Please answer me. I know?"
"no. Do I even need to know these bastards?”
He was upset and responded sullenly. I asked corrected.
“So, have you been here before?”
"no."
“… … .”
“But I have seen them. in the gym.”
The gym was in the middle of renovation work for the winter break. It would have been left unattended as it is still under construction. The senior said that there, the ship was pierced by reinforcing bars and died.
“At first, I was skeptical, but I knew when I saw those damn clothes.”
“What clothes?”
“It’s what the kid was wearing earlier. A color like mashed rotten hawthorn.”
I remembered the clothes Song Changmin was wearing. It was a dark green sweatshirt with top and bottom. recollected I think some of the people I saw in the hallway were also wearing those clothes.
"ah… … .”
“That’s the national team uniform.”
By the way, it's a rotten hawk. I just thought it was dark khaki. Maybe it's because he's an art student, the senior's expressive power was amazing. I've known it since I was obsessed with the color of a specific part of my body.
“Did you stay at the gym when the incident occurred, and then move to the main building because things didn’t go well there? Even that senior citizen.”
"Well. But there you are When I ran into them at the gym, they were beating each other and dying around them.”
"yes?"
“Now those bastards are here, what? Should we get along? I was shivering from the plague, but laughter came out, but it didn’t come out.”
The old man calmly put the terrible thing in his mouth. The appearance of Song Chang-min, who was smiling shyly, did not match at all.
“It was like that last time, but maybe it’s different this time?”
“What I have felt so far is… … No matter how much you turn back time, no matter how different the circumstances, people don't change. No matter how many times my pretty Ho-hyeon comes back to life, he always acts foolishly while taking care of his morals, and fools act like idiots every time.”
I wanted to refute, but I had nothing to say. I shut my mouth in embarrassment.
“Maybe I’m lucky this time and I’m more relaxed than before. But those bastards are basically that kind of bastard. Even if they look fine now, they are ready to change as soon as the situation is ready. How do you believe in such things?”
“I don’t believe you.”
Unknowingly, I suddenly opened my mouth. The senior quietly waited for my next words. I've put out what I've been thinking about so far.
“I noticed the strange thing from the first time I came in. I was convinced after hearing what the senior said.”
I looked back to when the door opened and I first stepped into the hallway. Song Chang-min approached us without hesitation and offered to guide us. Just like it was meant to be that way from the beginning. There were more than ten people, and no one objected. Strangers might say hello or talk to them out of curiosity, but everyone agreed with his decision and did what they normally do in silence.
His last words also struck me. Would you have someone else bring you the necessities? Isn't it like a boss ordering a subordinate to entertain guests?
“It is not strange to have a leader. Even in the dormitory reading room, the person with the highest grade served as the leader. But that's enough... … It is safe to say that there is a tight hierarchy beyond the level of simply having a leader.”
It was strange that no one was injured. Now, on campus, there were monsters all over the place that smashed doors and devoured people. No one was injured while retaking the main building from such people? Even with the exception of seniors who have become well-versed in fighting, right now, even me, my thigh was stabbed with a knife and I shed a ton of blood.
“I think it would be one of those two things. All of them were very good at fighting and well disciplined, so miraculously no one was hurt, or the injured could no longer stay here.”
The senior was silent for a moment. The room was dark, so I couldn't see his expression. I was anxious because I wondered if I had tripped.
“Am I wrong?”
“No, no. Well done. I guessed wildly. My junior is a bit out of his mind, so he keeps turning his eyes away from useless things.
Is this a compliment or an insult? Well, it was obvious that this time it would be an insult.
“Do whatever you want. i like anything As long as you don't plant that you're going to die.”
“What is that… … .”
“You are the main character.”
The senior said in a laughing voice.
“Hohyeon, I will die if you die. If you live, I live too. In my world, you are the main character.”
It was the opposite for me. The senior is a competent protagonist who can do anything, and I felt like an extra who just followed the protagonist without knowing anything. It's been that way ever since I walked out of my dorm room knowing nothing and ran into him in the hallway for the first time.
I didn't open my heart to the other people I'd met so far and just treated them moderately. To me, they were no more and no less than temporary strangers united for a common goal of survival. Even though I was busy surviving, I wasn't curious at all about their stories or worries.
But he was different. Every word he said meaningfully caught my attention. I was curious about the secret he was hiding.
Then, at some point, I was caught up in him too. They cried, laughed, kissed, mixed, and bumped into each other, exposing their raw bottoms. When asked how this happened, I had no words to answer. I just came to my senses and came this far, that's all.
“Why is it me? Why do seniors return when I die?”
"I don't know. See you're a hugely important person. If you die, the whole world will end. To prevent destruction, you have to be alive, so the world keeps resetting.”
“What is it? Well, it’s not like the universe will step in and help you if you really want it.”
The thread of tension that had flowed precariously was snapped. I laughed involuntarily. In the dark, whose expression was unrecognizable, the senior also smiled.
“Actually, I don't care. whatever you are.”
He reached out and cupped my cheek. The tip of a hard finger brushed the sensitive skin behind the ear. Someone else's breath gently settled on his upper lip. Our lips met before I even understood what was going on.
"ah… … !”
He bit my lower lip lightly, rubbed it, and stuck his tongue in. He slipped through his gaping lips and sucked heavily. I couldn't come to my senses.
He leaned against the wall and laid his body on top of me. Sensitively noticing that I was losing my aesthetic body, he wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled it. His thighs dug in between his widened legs. The groin was rubbed naked against the hard muscles.
He reached down and grabbed my butt. As it was, he gently teased his waist and hit the bottom. With blatant intentions, he rubbed the front brush he was touching.
“Huh, huh… … .”
I grabbed his shoulder with my trembling hand and gasped. The wind blew her wet lips. He let out a low whisper right over my lips.
“What are you dropping? make it worse.”
puck, puck. The insides of her thighs were mangled and sticky. It was so big and hard that it hurt.
“Senior… … continue."
“You want me to continue? Ugh, okay.”
“My words… … Heh, huh, please listen to me!”
“Aren’t you looking like a hamster who was deprived of snacks again? I know without looking. Even if you're frightened, you always do it so damn cute.”
A hamster who lost his snack... … . I lost my energy Is that something you would say to a tall, sturdy military-pencil male college student? Even my grandmother, who said she was pretty when she saw me and didn't know what to do, called me a puppy when she called me, but she never called me a hamster.
“I want to suck your dick. Until you cry and cry.”
I got dizzy with the endless obscene talk. It seemed crazy. In the meantime, my body responded steadily. It was just kissing and rubbing my body, but it was time to wet my underwear. In fact, maybe I'm the crazier one.
“Can I wash it? okay. suck.”
The senior did not listen to my answer and came to a refreshing conclusion on his own. The hand that had been kneading the buttocks moved forward.
"Ouch!"
He groaned and quickly grabbed his arm. At that moment, a vibration came through my back. smart smart Someone was knocking on the door outside.
“Newcomers, are you here? I hope you are not in the other room.”
A dull sound drifted through the soundproof walls.
"excuse me? I brought something for you to use.”
"yes! Here you are!"
I quickly turned around and opened the door. They are very dubious people, but I was glad at this moment. Light streamed in through the open door. The scene inside the dark meeting room was revealed.
“Fuck.”
The senior shook his head annoyedly. Only the person who brought the goods stood in a daze in the doorway, not knowing why.
He gave only what he had brought and returned immediately. He had only come here on orders, and he had a firm attitude that he would not talk more than necessary. He lit a candle and placed it in the middle of the table. There was a cozy atmosphere that was not suitable for a conference room with only tables, chairs, and monitors.
Among the daily necessities distributed were towels, toiletries, plastic bottles filled with water, and even new underwear and socks. where did you get this from? The ROTC office downstairs? Or a duty room for staff?
“These people, why are they so nice to you?”
By this point, I was getting anxious. This is because he has painfully realized through his experiences so far that there is no favor without a reward.
“There must be something you want from us. There's no way I'd give you something like this if I was going to kill you right away.”
“Even if he gave it to me, he would have given me only one meal. That alone should be enough to let your guard down. However, giving even daily necessities is not necessary.”
The candle burned quietly on the table. Our eyes met through the reddish light. It made sense even without saying it. The senior laughed.
"I mean, I'm going to eat it forever and ever."
* * *
It's time for dinner. Someone knocked on our door. I followed him to the center of the hallway. People were sitting in huddles in the hallway. Candles burned in the circle of people seated. Whatever the reality, it seemed like they were having a campfire on the outside.
Song Chang-min, who spotted me, waved his hand. He offered an empty seat next to him and sat down.
“You use a lot of candles here and there.”
“There were a lot of candles in each office for power outages. I save the flashlight for future use, and I use candles first.”
“Can’t I leave the curtains open during the day? It's a waste of seconds. Is it because the room temperature has dropped?”
“Yes, there is something like that. If you want to get some fresh air, you can open it for a while, but don't open it for too long. We all had a reason to close the curtains.”
Even if I wanted to ask more, I couldn't ask. I silently received the food allotted in front of me. Today's menu was canned meatballs.
Soon the meal began in a quiet atmosphere. I looked around while eating the meatballs. Except for the senior and Song Chang-min, all of them were unfamiliar faces. Gender and age varied. Some were wearing uniforms and some were not. I noticed something strange. I turned my head and asked Song Chang-min next to me.
“How about Hanbin?”
"yes?"
“I’m a Semin University student. brought us Where are you now?"
“Oh, he is. He doesn't eat. You are clearing out the warehouse now.”
“What do you mean?”
“The shutter on the first floor entrance door was broken. When I asked, he confessed that he did it by mistake.”
“So?”
My heart was beating anxiously. He glanced at the other side. The old man was staring at him. Perhaps he didn't even touch the meal because he was vigilant about the surroundings, and the lid of the canned food for that portion was not even open.
“I broke the precious shutter that prevents intrusion from the outside, so I need to reflect that much.”
Song Chang-min explained calmly with a smile.
“Did you stop eating because of that?”
“Isn’t that obvious? Why do you feed and put people to sleep for free when they are not good at anything?”
I stared at him. How did you interpret my reaction, Song Chang-min's number of words increased.
“Do you know why we all die together in a disaster like this? Because of the freeriders. Things that only hoard stuff. People who work hard because of people like that make me feel unfair.”
“… … .”
“We don’t. He who does not work shall not eat. Is that reasonable?”
At first glance, it wasn't wrong. Everyone risked their lives to kill the infected and bring back supplies, but it was unfair to share the benefits with those who did nothing. But did that logic really have to be applied to this situation? It wasn't that the shutter was maliciously damaged, it was even a person who took a risk and threw himself to save another person.
“Still, the shutter was just a little crumpled to prevent zombies, and there was no problem with the function.”
The rebuttal came from somewhere other than me. One of the male students, who had been eating meatballs in small chunks, looked at him and murmured. At that moment, Song Chang-min's smiling face hardened.
"what'? Fuck, where does 'yo' come from now? Did your direct senior teach you something like that?”
"Ugh… … . Oh no. sorry."
“Then tell me to gather them all under me and above you.”
“… … .”
"I can not hear you? Hey, who's that bastard's direct line? Who are you?”
The quiet movement of chopsticks stopped. On the other side, a girl with short hair stood up with her hand flashing.
"That's me. I'm sorry, senpai."
“Educate your children properly, huh? If you don't want to roll."
"All right."
No one was able to open their mouths easily. The candles were burning warmly as before, but strangely, the room temperature seemed to have dropped by several degrees.
I knew that arts and sports departments valued hierarchical order. Not to mention physical education or Yeonyeong, even the art school, which is said to be the least disciplined, was like that to some extent. I could tell from the fact that Choi Da-bin always referred to his senior as 'Ki Young-won' and treated him politely. They weren't even in the same department.
But isn't that too harsh? There were many new students, many transfer students, and many transfer students, so it was unimaginable in our department that if you enter a 200-person major class, you won't even know who is the senior and who is the junior.
Relaxation returned to Song Chang-min's face, which had been distorted like a demon. He turned to me and smiled embarrassingly.
“Oh, you were surprised. My kids are a bit rough, so I have to catch them once in a while. It's our problem, so we'll solve it ourselves. Nothing to worry about.”
It was said softly, but that was the point. You're a third party, so stop worrying about it, shut up and pretend you didn't see it. What are majors and departments, and how do they separate insiders from outsiders even while the campus has reached this point? It was absurd.
After opening the lid of the water bottle and drinking it, the senior put his lips to the mouth of the bottle and smiled. Song Chang-min's gaze went straight there.
“Do you have anything to say?”
The old man waved his hand absently without looking back at him.
“No, go on. It’s funny to see the stinky plague over and over again.”
“… … .”
The atmosphere became cold again. I quietly bowed my head and washed my face dry. I didn't have the courage to look at the reactions of others.
I wanted to avoid attracting unnecessary attention as the opponent was suspicious. It must have been wrong.
* * *
The first night in the main building has passed.
For now, I agreed with my senior to stay here. There were not one or two places where there were doubts and doubts, but he could not easily give up the environment where food, clothing, shelter, and safety were guaranteed. Besides, since they had been living in the main building not far from the main gate, they might not have known important information. I had to buy myself until I got what I needed.
The next morning was bright. We were again called out into the central aisle. It was to be assigned a role. I wasn't embarrassed. I just wanted something to come.
“I have other things to do besides getting food and water and patrolling downstairs. The most important thing.”
Song Chang-min pointed to the stairs beyond the tightly closed door.
“This is the third floor right now, right? The main building has up to 7 floors. We form groups every day to explore the upper floors. Deal with zombies, and bring things back when you find them. Originally, we do it in turn, but if someone new comes in, that person takes over for a week.”
"why?"
“Why? How much are the daily necessities we gave you? You have to work for that price. There is a professor's lab on the 4th floor. Half of the reconnaissance is already over, so I think I need to look a little more. Once it's safe, we'll make the 4th floor our home and explore the 5th floor.”
I felt like I now understand why he gave away things to us when we first saw him. I didn't tell you in advance, but in fact, it was all debt. A debt that must be repaid at the risk of one's life. He wasn't a multi-level salesperson, and his technique was low-level.
I glanced back at my senior. No matter what Song Chang-min said, he was looking elsewhere with a bored expression on his face the whole time. It was an attitude that I would fully abide by my decision. Either get up and say you can't follow the instructions, or quietly go exploring upstairs.
A number of calculations ran in my head. If we try to escape from here, will we be able to get out safely? There are several physical students who have good limbs and are strong. When I went out, there were only snow and zombies piled up in white clothes.
Besides, I couldn't get enough of Hanbin. He even broke down the door to save us. We could have lied that it was us who broke the shutters, but we didn't. He silently accepted the unreasonable punishment. I wanted to make sure of his safety.
"okay. I see."
He responded with a smile that made him laugh. For now, I decided to take a step back and look at sympathy.
“By the way, Mr. Hohyun.”
Song Chang-min also laughed along with me.
"How old are you?"
"yes?"
“No, now that I think about it, I don’t think they asked her age. Now we live in one place looking at each other’s faces, so we need to know their age.”
The intention of suddenly asking her age was obvious. Since I'm not a junior in the same department, I'm sure they're trying to sort things out by clicking on something else.
“I was twenty-four not too long ago.”
“You are a year younger than me. From now on, my brother will speak comfortably. can you still? Hohyun.”
As soon as he heard his age, Song Chang-min let go of his words as if he had been waiting. I smiled even wider.
“Yes, bro. follow your heart. At most, you're making a big splash by being born a year early. No matter where I go, there will be no doubt about my nationality.”
"what?"
Song Chang-min completely changed his expression. He strode toward me. He could see his fists clenched under the sleeves of his green sweatpants. I was reflexively nervous. He was about the same height as me, but built like a physical education student. If it was a hand-to-hand fight, I didn't have the confidence to win.
"hey."
The senior suddenly intervened.
“Yes, you. A metaphysical bastard.”
"yes? No, what now... … .”
“You are a year younger than me. From now on, my brother will speak more comfortably. can you still? What a fuck?”
The senior tilted his head slightly and asked with an expressionless face. I don't think I've ever had anything that made me uncomfortable.
Song Chang-min's face flushed brightly. The atmosphere became uncontrollably grim. Wouldn't it be like being kicked out upstairs naked? I was momentarily angry and scratched the opponent's temper, but I was worried later.
“Here we are.”
Then I heard someone else's voice behind me. It was the first man Hanbin and I had ever seen. Upon receiving my gaze, Hanbin bowed his head. His complexion was so bad that he could be recognized even under dim lighting.
“Now everyone has gathered to go out today. The two new people who came yesterday will be on the search team for a week from today, and these people here have been out for four days, so now there are three days left.”
Song Chang-min, who struggled to regain his composure, held out what he was holding. It was a variety of tools.
“This is the weapon we are distributing this time. Take one. We're all using it together, so don't break it. You have to go upstairs and return it. You know?”
Hanbin silently nodded and picked up a large hammer. He seemed to be a very talkative person at first, but now he seems particularly powerless.
Next, the old man quickly took the crowbar. I think I wrote that in the Central Library last time. The crowbar seemed to fit in his hand. Knowing someone's taste in music and food is not enough, but knowing your weapon's taste. It was bittersweet again.
"What do we do. I'm not strong enough to lift heavy things... … .”
A man in a checkered shirt hurriedly picked up a monkey spanner. I took the rest with no other options. It was like a shovel used to scoop snow. Lastly, Song Chang-min handed him a flashlight as if he were fond of it.
The door at the end of the hallway opened. Lights such as the blue emergency exit illuminated the empty stairway. After some hesitation, we crossed the threshold.
“Go safely.”
The door closed in front of Song Chang-min's smiling face.
* * *
“I wanted to say hello since yesterday, but I couldn’t because the timing wasn’t right. Are you new? My name is Kyunghwan Lee.”
I held a flashlight as the representative and pointed forward. People followed me silently up the stairs to the upper floor. In the meantime, only a strange man lowered his voice and whispered incessantly.
“Because the atmosphere was so bloody that I couldn’t even say a word. The youngsters are already learning bad things. Besides, how bad is the territoriality? Me and Bin here are very… … . Oh right. Are you two students from this school?”
"yes."
Instead of the senior who clearly ignored his words, I answered.
“Then it will be less. Binnie came to take a seasonal semester from another school, and I'm a student at this school, but I'm a graduate student. My undergraduate degree comes from another place, and I am pursuing my master's degree here. Ugh, how they reject you for being from another generation. I can’t live because I’m sad.”
The man spoke without getting tired. It was to the point of feeling sorry for me, thinking how dejected I had been among the physical education students including Song Chang-min. I gave him a good match.
“Graduate school?”
"yes. There is a research building over there. I didn’t know anything until right before the incident, and I was stuck in the lab room.”
“Perhaps an experiment accident happened… … .”
“It’s the bio side, so it’s different from us. We are electric vehicle engineering. Well, it's the building right next door anyway.”
“What the hell happened there?”
“I don’t know exactly. We are busy with our work, so how do you even care about the situation in the lab next door? Who was the temperature at dawn? Was it lighting? After all, did you touch the regulator wrong, and the virus mutated and multiplied abnormally? I guess it was.”
It was a story that was difficult for me to understand as I was not in that field of study. He didn't know much either, so he evaded it by saying it was inaccurate because he had only heard it as a rumor floating around among graduate students.
“I even saw the last news article. An accident occurred in which a deadly virus was leaked from the Baekildae laboratory, full control of campus access, and the number of victims is currently being investigated. After that, the internet was cut off so I couldn't check it. I came to the main building because I really wanted to die if I stayed like this.”
When I woke up in my dorm room and checked my phone, there were loads of messages. From people outside of school, including family and friends. now i understand They saw a breaking news report and urgently contacted me, wondering if I had also contracted the virus.
“What about Hanbin? it's okay?"
"it's okay."
“I heard you cleaned up the warehouse. Did you have a hard time?”
“… … .”
warehouse cleanup. The moment he heard that, Hanbin's expression hardened. He gritted his teeth and shook his head, looking down at the floor. I couldn't ask any more.
In the midst of exchanging stories, we arrived at the corridor on the 4th floor. A faint light from the flashlight illuminated the dark hallway. There were dark spots of blood on the walls and floor. There were also places where the windows were broken and the cold wind came through. I saw the bodies of infected people who had fallen with their throats cut. He bit his lip and turned his head.
“This is the floor with only the professor’s lab. It was almost empty. There are rumors that the professors jumped out after contacting each other as soon as the situation broke out. Our poor academic advisor, who had no academic ties and no delays, could not stand out on time and remained. I don't know how you are now. Dead or alive... … .”
Lee Kyung-hwan clung to me and whispered incessantly. The senior doesn't have an impression that's easy to talk to, and Hanbin isn't in a good state, so it seemed like he chose me as a conversation partner.
“Me and Bin organized the entrance a few days ago. there will be nothing... … Ahh!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an infected person popped out as if he had been waiting from across the corner of the hallway. Before thinking with the head, the body moved first. puck! The shovel swung vigorously into the neck of the infected. The arm that was about to grab Lee Kyung-hwan struggled helplessly in the air.
“Kuk, kuk, kuk.”
The shovel blade didn't come off as easily as I thought. Grabbing the sack and pulling it, it was dragged whole with its body impaled on the shovel. Their eyes met their gray-stained eyes. It was creepy.
I braced myself and kicked my stomach hard. I felt a heaviness in my feet. The infected fell out, dripping black blood from a gaping neck wound. As if the senior had waited, he finished it off by striking the neck with a vertically erected crowbar.
“Huh, huh, huh… … .”
Lee Kyung-hwan, whose legs were relaxed, sat down on the floor and took a deep breath. The glasses he was wearing fell crookedly. approached quietly. He looked up at me reflexively.
“… … .”
I point to him once, point to my lips, and pretend to close the zipper by drawing horizontally. Lee Kyung-hwan was lost and shook his head. Now the surroundings are a bit quieter.
Through the darkness, they appeared one after another. Among them, the professor was nowhere to be seen. They were employees who had escaped from the office downstairs, or at best, they were presumed to be teaching assistants. As Kyunghwan Lee said, it seems that all the professors have already been removed.
The lab doors lined up on the left and right of the hallway were illuminated with flashlights. We checked the trends inside to see if there were any infected and opened the door. The room was also dark. Like a professor's lab, there was a large wooden desk in front of it, and the bookshelf that occupied one wall was full of specialized books. When I opened the small refrigerator in each laboratory, I saw that there were drinks or sweets in it.
“Hurry up.”
“I brought a bag, so I’ll put it here.”
Kyunghwan Lee opened the zipper of the backpack he was wearing on his back. While we were packing our supplies, Hanbin and his seniors watched in the hallway. Squeak, swish, squawk. There was the sound of a cloth being dragged on the floor. Infected Duot was crawling from the other side of the hallway. Decayed limbs creaked under round flashlights.
Without a moment to react, Hanbin strode forward. He swung the hammer without hesitation. The opponent's neck and nerves were all crushed and droopy after just a few hammers. Neither a blade, but a round hammer to neutralize an infected person. It wasn't something you could normally do by force.
“Wow, a college student as well.”
I muttered involuntarily. At the same time, there was a sound like breaking a watermelon next to me. Kwajik! The severed head rolled towards me.
"Ugh."
I was terribly surprised. I thought I was used to seeing the terrible sights, but it was hard to get used to my head rolling around in the dark darkness. From the other side, the senior stared intently at me.
“Did you do well?”
"yes?"
“Praise the art students too.”
“A compliment?”
"hurry."
he urged me Hanbin was next to him, guarding the front with a dull expression. I smiled reluctantly and whispered.
“Awesome.”
The old man swung a crowbar and smiled, shivering with black blood. I forgot the situation I was in and for a moment my eyes were taken away from it.
We searched the lab one after another. In some places, there was nothing to save except for a few green tea bags, and in some places, a bottle of spirits came out. The refrigerator had been turned off for a long time and it was lukewarm, but it was in good condition. Alcohol has many uses other than drinking. A large whiskey bottle was placed in the backpack Lee Kyung-hwan was carrying.
We proceeded the search step by step. As Lee Kyung-hwan said that there was nothing special, both the hallway and the lab were quiet. Compared to the dormitory cafeteria or the reading room on the first floor of the central library, which was full of infected people, it was empty.
The accident happened when I thought the fourth floor was almost finished, and all I had to do was return to the lower floor safely with the materials I found. I was looking into the refrigerator in the lab, and Kyunghwan Lee was squatting and rummaging through the drawers of all sorts of things. I found a few 500-milliliter bottles of water in the dark corner of the refrigerator and turned towards him.
"I… … .”
saw it then A black figure creeping out from under the desk right next to Kyunghwan Lee.
didn't find it yet It was a mistake. The chair was placed quietly in front of the desk, so I never dreamed that there was someone under it. It seemed that the infection progressed and he hid under the desk until his heart stopped, then turned into a zombie.
Should I make a sound and lure it towards me? Or should I start with a preemptive strike? Could it be that he hastily swung his weapon and instead became more excited and harmed Lee Kyung-hwan? All sorts of thoughts went through my mind in a short amount of time.
His flesh was black and dry, and his bony hand touched the backpack he was wearing. Click, Less. The whiskey bottle made a noise as it collided with other objects.
"yes? what?"
Kyunghwan Lee turned around with a set of nail clippers in one hand. What came into his sight was the figure of an infected person with his mouth wide open so that his throat could be seen.
“Kyaaaaaagh!”
“Heh, heh heh… … .”
He panicked and hit his buttocks on the spot. The infected crawled on the floor and ran. He hurriedly rolled over and managed to get out.
“Come this way!”
Kyunghwan Lee turned to me. It was faster for the infected to attack him from behind.
"Ouch!"
Fortunately, I was carrying a backpack on my back, so I didn't get bitten right away. The infected person struggled with his face buried in his backpack, unable to keep his balance. Dark, bloody nails scratched Lee Kyung-hwan's limbs over his clothes.
“Hurry up!”
Lee Kyung-hwan stumbled and took a hasty step back. He hit his back on the bookshelf behind him. thud! The wooden bookshelf was shaking. Objects placed in each compartment swayed anxiously. The infected blindly followed him and slammed his shoulder hard against the bookshelf. The shaking got worse.
Senior and Hanbin, who heard the loud noise, quickly entered the room. But the situation has already reached a point where it is out of control. The heavy bookshelf leaned over Lee Kyung-hwan and the infected person and collapsed. Quaang! A dull noise shook the entire floor. The items that had filled the bookshelves spilled over. Hundreds of vases, metal statues, and hardcover textbooks. They were all heavy. The lab was a mess.
"Oh, no… … .”
My brain went blank. I ran to the broken bookshelf. Even though I couldn't lift the bookshelf on my own, I tried to get it up again and again, giving me strength so that my knuckles turned white.
“Ugh, black.”
I used the dragon with my bare hands, but I thought it wouldn't work so I inserted the shovel I was holding. Using it as a lever, I lifted the bookshelf with all my might. An old shovel with a wooden handle broke under the weight of the bookshelf. Before I knew it, Hanbin came to my side and helped me. He stopped me, bewildered, unsuitable for his rugged appearance.
“Me, brother. Your hand is hurt.”
“Lee Kyung-hwan is down here. I was laid down with the infected. Quickly, I need to put this up quickly.”
I couldn't hear him properly. A person was defecated in front of his eyes. The person whom we chatted with just a while ago. There was no way he could deal with it calmly and casually. It is said that a person bitten by a zombie is irreversible, but it was not a person who was crushed on a bookshelf. If I acted quickly, it could have been saved. Lee Kyung-hwan's life was in my hands, barely lifting the bookshelf by a span.
Suddenly, his body hugged him from behind. My senior hugged me tightly and forcibly pulled me off the bookshelf. Even after I put the bookshelf down, my hands, arms, and shoulders were trembling because I had used too much force.
"away. You are too dangerous.”
"senior… … .”
"I'll do it. stay away.”
Our eyes met. Now my face must have been horribly contorted. On the other hand, the senior, as always, had an expressionless expression that could not read his thoughts.
As we met his black eyes and gaze, reason gradually returned. Huh, huh, shaky breathing slowly subsided. With trembling hands, I barely found the old man's hand and grabbed it. My hands were all red with blood. It was like this and I didn't even know I was sick.
Senior and Hanbin each picked up one of the bookshelves. It was difficult even with two strong young men working together. Still, it was better than when I struggled alone. The bookshelf was raised little by little. The first infected person to fall was seen. A horse-shaped statue with its front paws fell on its head, and its head was dented. Even in that state, he squealed.
The senior trampled on the nape of its neck. I couldn't use my hands because it was supporting the bookshelf, but instead I kicked it with my feet and pushed it outside.
“Take care of it.”
he beckoned me On the floor right in front of him was the crowbar he was using. reflexively picked up. The senior's body temperature was still there, so it was warm. I blankly lifted the crowbar. The back of the infected person's neck was stably tapped with the rounded, curved tip. I pulled out the cutlery that dug into the nape of the neck and took it again.
“Gagging… … ! 👅, Kre… …ぅ.”
It jerked up desperately, trying to scratch and bite me. But there was no excitement. Once again. Mechanically repeated the same action. until the opponent is completely immobile.
“I saved it.”
Hanbin reported. I raised my head and looked at him. Lee Kyung-hwan was cradled in his arms. Blood flowed from his eyes, nose, and mouth, staining his entire face red. Its appearance was unrecognizable.
“My heart is beating. If you go quickly, take him and treat him... … .”
He blurted out his words with desperate eyes. I couldn't delay any longer. We left the messy lab behind and came out into the hallway. I ran towards the door leading downstairs. The 4th floor search is over. Today's search resulted in a horribly broken whiskey bottle and an even more gruesome injured person.
* * *
The man who had left scouting came back badly wounded, but the others were very calm. Some chatted in small voices, some read by candlelight, and some lightly stretched. It's as if this kind of thing doesn't matter.
Hanbin and the senior went to carry Lee Kyung-hwan to his room. It was the first time I knew that Hanbin was sharing a room with him. Seniors and I are like that, and they are like that too. The ulterior motive of driving all outsiders into a corner was obvious. Taking advantage of that opportunity, I visited Song Chang-min to report the search results.
“So, is this all you brought?”
Song Chang-min lifted Lee Kyung-hwan's backpack with his fingertips as if picking up something dirty. Drops of whiskey dripped from the drenched backpack. I took a deep breath in front of him. My face was drenched in blood and sweat. But now wasn't the time to care about that.
“I need some medicine.”
“What drug?”
“Lee Kyung-hwan is in a very bad condition. Even if I can't do professional treatment, I think I'll have to disinfect it. Do you have disinfectant?”
“There must be. But why should I give it to you?”
Song Chang-min responded naturally. I'm at a loss for words. why do you have to give He must have seen Lee Kyung-hwan being carried away in a hurry. His bones were broken, his limbs were bent at odd angles, and his entire face was covered in blood.
My eyes spun around. I couldn't tell if it was because my body suffered from extreme tension was exhausted, or if it was because I was stunned by Song Chang-min's words and actions. He bit the inside of his cheek and tried to regain his composure.
“You’re looking for food!”
“Looking for food is something I should have done in the first place. Medicines are especially rare and should be conserved as much as possible. One pill plus one day to explore upstairs, one bottle of ointment one week. We all do that without exception. Isn’t that fair?”
“Is it fair?”
“That person couldn’t do anything and lay down on the pretext of being sick. All I brought was a broken backpack and a few water bottles. Right away, the number of people who will work tomorrow will be cut off, and it will be a headache to die. Why should I use precious medicine for such a person? what to do?”
“If you leave him like this, he could die. It's nothing else, you got hurt while trying to bring supplies. But how can such a person!”
"therefore? Whether you get hurt while working or fooling around alone, it’s the same as being a useless insectivore.”
“… … .”
“Hoohyun. You haven't been here in a while, so you don't seem to know. It's only natural that you won't get any compensation if you don't build up performance. If you want to live like that, would you do more work for that person?”
"excuse me!"
“Hey, my brother is talking right now. Where do you cut off your words? out of habit.”
Even now, Lee Kyung-hwan is unable to regain consciousness. To say such a thing in a situation where people's lives come and go. Mouth twisted. I sarcastically smiled.
“You always worry about his age. If you weren't older than me, what would you have done because you were embarrassed? Yeah? Changmin hyung?”
“I haven’t made up my mind yet. So, I only studied outside. And you, what about the one I gave you earlier? huh? A shovel, a shovel.”
I didn't even bring a shovel. The sack has been broken, and it will still be lying under the fallen bookshelf.
“I told you to return it without destroying it because we are all using it together. But throw it away and come empty-handed? Are you kidding me?”
he chuckled. I could feel the cunning leeway of the one who had the upper hand. But in the next moment, his face contorted in astonishment. The wide-open eyes were below, to be more precise, my arm, which was covered with red and scarred.
"Wait a minute."
He gripped his wrists in large hands. No matter how similar my height was, I couldn't make up for the difference in strength. The pain didn't even come out. He twisted my arm violently and broke it.
"you… … .”
My hands were messed up holding the heavy bookshelf and using the dragon. He had bruises on his palms and knuckles, as well as his wrists. And on the back of the wrist, which is hard to see on its own, there are dents, no, cuts, no... … .
“Are you bitten?”
… … tooth mark?
A tinnitus rang in my ear. vision narrowed. I couldn't feel Song Chang-min's gibberish voice, nor the pain in his arm, which seemed to be about to break. It was just confusing.
The wound on my wrist was shallow and small. At most, it was about a little finger. It was more like a dent on his front teeth rather than a bite of a handful of flesh. If I had been bitten so badly that I could tell at a glance that it was a tooth mark, I wouldn't have been able to move properly until now.
Is it true that you have been bitten? If yes, when did you get bitten? Picking up your senior's crowbar and killing the infected under the bookshelf? What did I do? Memories of that time were sparsely cut off. The only thing that came to mind was ignoring the frantic movements of the infected person beneath him and stabbing him in the throat one after another.
“Where did the crazy bastard come in shamelessly? I want to kill all the people I love.”
Song Chang-min turned his head and shouted loudly.
"set! It's an emergency. Here's a bite!”
The atmosphere changed drastically. The people who were quietly doing their jobs jumped up as if on fire. The sound of several pairs of footsteps echoed in the hallway dizzyingly. I stared blankly at Song Chang-min. He tried to get his arm out of his hand.
“Put this down… … .”
Song Chang-min grabbed my arm with one hand and threw a fist with the other. head turned around. I lost my focus and stumbled. The fist flew again. This time it was a boat. I couldn't breathe.
“Don't move!”
Someone tapped me from behind and pressed me. I fell with my side face down on the cold marble floor. Relentless footsteps kicked me in the side and trampled my back.
“Heh, heck.”
In my half vision, I could see the feet of those surrounding me. Someone pulled the rope that was holding it tight. Soon, his arms were bent behind his back, and strings were tied tightly around his wrists and ankles.
“If you send only newcomers to each other, this will happen to each one. When was it? The guy who came last time died as soon as I sent him upstairs.”
“I haven’t even picked the main match yet. It's not worth it.”
"I know. This time, the taste went to one queue. What will the search team do tomorrow?”
“I think we should send the remaining two.”
“Semin University student, the guy who came with this bastard, these two?”
"Yes."
When I heard about the senior, my mind flashed. I barely lifted my head. But right away, someone grabbed my hair.
"Ouch!"
Unable to overcome the pain, he screamed. Immediately, a wad of cloth was stuffed into his mouth. A thick string was wrapped around it and gagged.
“Senior, are you killing me now?”
Song Chang-min pressed my chest with his knees to subdue me and grabbed my chin. I glared at him hatefully. Hot breath seeped through the cloth covering his mouth. He turned my face around, opened my eyelids, and shook his head.
"no. It seems that the infection has not progressed yet. If you kill me here, blood will splatter and it will be embarrassing.”
“Then how… … .”
“Let’s put it in the warehouse for now. Until you die once and come back to life. Let it rot a bit, then clean it up later.”
The second word from Song Chang-min came out of the warehouse. The first time was when he proudly told Hanbin that he had organized the warehouse.
Newcomers to the group are essentially assigned to a search group for one week. Every day he risked his life to explore the upper floors, but strangely, no one was injured. Hanbin was punished for skipping meals and cleaning out the warehouse for breaking the shutters. And Song Chang-min just said it with my mouth. They put me in the warehouse and they'll clean it up later.
Sentences that seemed unrelated at first glance were split one by one. And it was re-aligned. I seemed to know now. The warehouse was a place where people who became 'insectivores' were stored, to borrow Song Chang-min's words. And the warehouse cleanup... … . It must be to end the breath of those who have become zombies with their hands and feet tied and gagged.
It was also understood that there was an abundance of various materials. couldn't be enough They treat people until their lives come and go, and when they run out of sweet water, they mercilessly throw them away, but they starve and do not even give them medicine, driving them to death.
Hanbin threw himself without hesitation to save the senior and me. It wasn't his fault that the shutter was broken. However, he did not even make excuses and went alone to receive punishment in silence.
No matter how big and bad-looking he was, he was just a freshman in college. How difficult it must have been for a kid who was still in high school up until this time last year to be among the unfamiliar students of the school. In a situation that is perfect for even the grown-ups who have grown up to go crazy.
I didn't even know that, and the next day I asked him if organizing the warehouse was very difficult. I don't know anything, stupid... … .
“Let’s lock it up quickly. Then suddenly it changes.”
They dragged me tight. His hands and feet were tied and his mouth was blocked, and there was no way to resist. The body was dragged like cattle to the slaughterhouse. There was no pain or shame. Sweat dripped from my forehead along the hallway, and the bloodstains of the infected person on my body remained as light as footsteps.
Am I really infected? Soon the fever will rise, the convulsions will come, and the heart will stop completely. Then, what about your promise to your senior? The promise that you will never return to Christmas morning, that you will survive and escape... … .
The closed door opened. Someone kicked me hard and pushed me into the dark interior. I was thrown onto the hard floor. It was so dark in the room, and my vision was spinning around, so I couldn't see my surroundings very well. Suddenly there was a loud noise from the other side of the hallway.
“Jeong Ho-hyun!”
was a senior He was shouting in a voice that was the first evil he had ever heard.
“Where is Jeong Ho-hyun? Fuck you, won't you?"
“Huh, yup!”
My mouth was blocked and no sound came out. I opened my eyes with difficulty and looked ahead. Light from candles lit in the hallway leaked in through the slanted open door.
“You guys are all gone… … .”
he groaned. Disordered breathing leaked out through his teeth. Just hearing the voices made me feel mad. I had to get out somehow. struggled like crazy. However, the ropes that tightly tied her wrists and ankles showed no sign of loosening.
A black figure in the backlight blocked the door. Short-cropped hair and a dark green gym uniform were visible at first glance. It was Song Chang-min. The light that came in through the crack in the door blocked his back.
All of a sudden, his upper body slumped. The senior kicked Song Chang-min, who had fallen, at random, and walked inside. He was holding a crowbar in one hand. His black silhouette, his shoulders trembled unsteadily with each inhalation and exhalation.
Up until now, he sometimes had fights with people. However, he has never attacked a person with the same intent as when killing a zombie. It was creepy. I looked up at him, frowned in pain. He looked down at me too. eyes met
“Huh… … eww… … this shit. Like again... … .”
Song Chang-min, who was lying down, raised his head. Blood flowed from the forehead that had been hit by the crowbar. Blood got into his eyes and stained the whites of his eyes red. He swiped blood on the back of his hand to check it and giggled.
“It’s okay, isn’t it? Hehe. That bastard you've been looking for is infected.”
Instead of attacking the senior, he steps back and… … .
“If you want to live, kill him and come out alone.”
The warehouse door slammed shut.
Even the light that had come through was cut off. Complete darkness came. The senior walked towards me. He got down on one knee and sat in front of me. The moment his hand touched the rope that covered his mouth, he suddenly came to his senses. If I was indeed bitten, it would be suicidal to undo the gag that had been placed on me.
"town!"
Through the cloth, a sound that could not be expressed in words leaked out. With his hands and feet tied, he desperately backed away and distanced himself. Something touched my shoulder. It was a hard, heavy object. Before long, something like a loose bundle of thread flowed down and tickled the nape of her neck.
I inadvertently turned my head and flinched as I tried to look back. I figured out what was touching my neck. It was long hair. of what was once a man.
“… … .”
I was frozen. I forgot to breathe. The hot breath that hadn't flowed out heated up the stomach. The headache and dizziness got worse and worse. Earlier, I thought it was just because I was tired and stressed out.
"Come on."
The old man pulled me in. The hair that had been brushing around his neck finally moved away. He groped over the tight knot. However, it was not easy to solve because it was in the dark where one could not see an inch ahead. He murmured swear words nervously into his mouth.
“A watch?”
I was talking about the LED clock in the 70th anniversary hall. When I packed my things, I took the watch with me. I can't believe my thoughts went that far in such a short amount of time. I hurriedly shook my head. Now was not the time for the senior to take off the gag leisurely. Find something that can be a weapon right away and me... … .
Suddenly, the senior's hand touched his thigh. My thoughts were interrupted. Unlike when I was riding my bike across the playground, there was no hint of sexual connotation.
"watch. damn, where's the watch... … .”
He groped my thighs like a madman, just like a madman. I even touched my back pocket to make sure there was no watch, and climbed up. I unzipped the padding zipper all the way and rummaged through the inside pocket on the chest side. He managed to find a small watch that was less than a hand's span long. When I pressed the power switch, numbers appeared on the clock screen and a bright light flashed. It was blinding.
The senior climbed on top of me and untied the string that blocked my mouth. I tried twisting and turning around, but to no avail. Soon after, the towel that was stuck in my mouth came out and my hands and feet were free.
“Breathe.”
I couldn't answer I didn't even know I wasn't breathing until now. he yelled out loud.
“Jeong Ho-hyun, breathe!”
At those words, the choked breathing exploded reflexively. I gasped like someone who had just been dragged out of the water.
“Huh! Whoa, ha, ha... … .”
He threw the string he was holding at random and ran at it. He cupped my cheeks with both hands, turned his head, and desperately kissed me as if artificial respiration.
My lips were a mess from being hit and gagged by Song Chang-min. When the senior recklessly pushed his tongue in, the open wound opened again. His crumbly lips wet as he stirred them. There was a vague taste of blood on the tip of my tongue.
It was hot, dizzy and painful. My jaw felt like it would break. I realized it belatedly. His hands were shaking.
“Crazy… … Hey, are you crazy? why release it I mean I was bitten. If you stay like this, even your seniors are in danger... … .”
As soon as his lips parted, he poured out gibberish. The senior didn't even pretend to hear and grabbed my arm. He stared at the wound. I looked at it again and again without saying a word. A pale light streaming from the screen of the watch bathed his expressionless face.
Deep down, I hoped that my senior would laugh at me. Wherever you look at this, you wonder if it's a bite mark, what did you and that bastard Song Chang-min misunderstand, and there are so many different things to say about being stupid. But he didn't say anything for a while. I could see it clearly because he didn't say anything. The wounds on my arms were the teeth marks of the infected.
“Go away. go away."
I twisted my body and pushed him helplessly. But the senior came closer and lay down next to me. He looked at the back of his hand on his forehead and neck soaked in cold sweat, and hugged me tightly with his thick padding.
“I’m going there.”
He was still immovable. The pain, the chills, and the despair took my mind away. He writhes and writes evil.
“Please turn off! Do you want to bite your senior? Do you want to die of being bitten alive?”
"yes. I do not care."
He took my hand, which was red with string marks, and placed it on his neck.
“If you die, I will die anyway. Your heart stops and you die before you come back to life. do whatever you want. Chew me up, or catch me and kill me.”
The old man smiled faintly. My heart sank to the floor. I closed my eyes tightly. and gave up resistance.
It got colder. My body trembled against my will. It felt like blood was rushing out of his body. Wouldn't it feel like this if you donate blood after starving for a week? Even though my consciousness was gradually blurring, I had a refreshing thought.
"Do not be sleep."
It was the moment when I could not overcome my dizziness and fell asleep. he woke me up
“You can’t sleep.”
“But I’m sleepy… … .”
I buried my face in his chest and groaned helplessly. But he didn't pay any attention. I shook my body so violently that it gave me nausea.
"Wake."
"Too… … . I'm sleepy.”
“Hyung-ah, don’t sleep. don't leave me alone don't forget.”
“… … .”
“You promised. You said you would take me out of here. … … Fuck you, Jeong Ho-hyun. Can't you hear me?"
While he was muttering pitifully, he suddenly raised his voice. Caught by the collar His head was thrown back and his chest was lifted languidly. He grabbed me and poured out his pent-up anger.
“Was everything you said you would save a lie? After making a promise so earnestly, are you going to run out again and forget it all? You're going to throw me into hell again? For me to do it all over again... … to do that shit? no… … . no. this is not Hohyun-ah, how are you doing this to me? huh? You said you wouldn't die! Answer me. Answer me!”
I didn't say anything. I couldn't even open my eyes properly. My head was shaking and I thought I was going to vomit. The strength in his hands was gone.
“I don’t know what to do… … . You die before you get this far every time. Arteries cut, hearts eaten, hanging, falling from heights... … He died without any choice, and he couldn't even say goodbye... … .”
"then… … talk.”
“… … .”
“Tell me, please.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Anything. What kind of person he is, what he likes, etc... … . You told me to ask all your questions. I won't sleep... … Please keep talking.”
He looked at me blankly and put his forehead to mine. I squeezed the rest of my strength and hugged him on the back.
“I want to tell you, but I can’t remember. I forgot too much. Sometimes I forget how old I am. But I don't forget your age, so if you add two years to that, you'll be my age... … . You have to calculate it that way.”
Every time he spoke, a low vibration was transmitted through his skin. It was so sleepy that even it sounded like a lullaby.
“What was outside of school? what did i like ah… … . right. Hyuna, you like apples. i like strawberries Strawberry cake, juice, and something else. I don't like anything bitter, whether it's coffee or cigarettes... … .”
He picked up whatever words came to his mind and served. I struggled to gather the memories that had been punctured and fragmented. He spoke incessantly, and later his voice cracked little by little. Still didn't stop.
I listened as I lay in his arms. I don't know if I'll be able to remember this even if I die and come back to life, but I engraved each one as much as I could in my head. Then, at some point, my consciousness went black.
* * *
I opened my eyes. From head to toe, she had no energy whatsoever. But I didn't feel like I was going to die like before I went to sleep. The pain that had been gnawing at me all along was gone.
There was a senior right in front of me. with eyes closed. His chest rose and fell slightly. His arms were still holding me.
The LED watch illuminated his cheeks white. He was sleeping soundly with a gentle face he had never seen before. Neither the large scar across his neck nor the blood spattered on his cheek could harm the tranquility surrounding him at this moment.
Over his shoulder, he could see the scenery inside the warehouse. His limbs, stacked on top of each other, were buried in darkness. I tried not to look behind me and focused on my senior. I held my breath and waited for a while. But he showed no sign of waking up.
Why am I still alive? Could it be that the bite itself was a dream?
He pulled down his sleeve slightly and looked at the wound on his arm. The wound was the same. It didn't get better and it didn't get worse like a lie. There was a little bit of blood on the spot where it was engraved. I got up. The old man's arm that was holding me slid down.
He moved his arms and neck around and blinked his eyes. It was too normal for being a zombie. There was no sudden desire to eat people, no flesh to rot, and no screams came out of his throat. I put my hand on my chest. thump, thump. The pulse was beating regularly. why?
I was bitten by an infected person. The infected person's front teeth cut into my skin, and the virus-laden saliva went through the wound. That fact was clear. The expression of the senior who grabbed my wrist and stared intently at me, and the sudden simmering heat proved that fact.
Then there was only one conclusion. I have been infected with a virus. But neither die nor mutate... … road was fine
A lot of the past me in the memories of my seniors died. According to him, he died in a variety of ways, from ruptured arteries, engraved hearts, hanging himself, or falling from heights. The next question arose. Then why did I die in the past?
There are facts that I have learned from experience so far. Depending on the site and severity of the bite, the rate at which the infection spreads differed. The farther away from the heart, the shallower the bite, the slower the progression.
For example, when bitten on the nape of the neck, he spit blood and died instantly without even having time to use his hands. It didn't take long for him to come back to life. Park Gun-woo died like that in the shower room. On the other hand, Yoon Jun-seok, who was bitten on the side, suffered from a high fever and survived for several dozen minutes.
When the senior encountered the zombie apocalypse for the first time and ran to the laundry room, there was a person who was bitten on the heel. He didn't even know he had been bitten and even put a disposable bandage on the wound and spoke and acted normally, slowly changing while the senior closed his eyes and went to sleep.
So far, it seems that I was seriously injured and died right away. the senior said Every time I die before it gets this far. He died without a second thought, so he couldn't even say goodbye. It was bittersweet, but plausible. Because in my senior's memory, I was a guy who couldn't take care of myself and was far away and had to set things up here and there.
A cold is a disease that anyone can catch and can easily get rid of. But that cold can also be the cause of death for someone. The zombie virus was like a cold to me. If you get weak, you will get better after suffering for a long time, but if you get severe, your body can't overcome the disease and you die.
“… … .”
The senior made a slight impression. He let out a small sigh and pursed his lips like he was talking in his sleep.
"hyeon… … .”
The arm that was hanging out in the empty seat I had left twitched and convulsed. Was it because he noticed that the person he was holding had disappeared?
“Hoohyun. Jeong Ho-hyun!”
he opened his eyes A desperately outstretched hand groped the air. His fingertips touched my arm.
"senior? I'm here... … .”
He knocked me down and hugged me in a hurry and looked into it. Like someone who barely found a treasure that was almost lost. I was reflected in the black eyes in the middle of the blood-stained eyes. Slowly, focus returned to the hazy eyes.
“… … .”
He glanced at me, the darkness that filled the room, and the glowing LED clock at our bedside. And I was relieved. Because this isn't Christmas morning.
We didn't say anything for a long time. No, I couldn't. They just cared for each other in their eyes. Relying on the light of a cheap plastic watch, in a warehouse where bodies are piled up like mountains, lying face to face on the dusty floor. Overall, it was a bleak situation, but that didn't matter.
I was the only one who survived despite contracting the virus. Whether it was blood, flesh, or bone marrow, somewhere in my body there was a clue to defeat the virus. A clue that no one had before. If I get out of here safely, I might be able to create a cure based on that.
I was the key to breaking this situation.
If I had listened to it normally, I would have sneered at it and said, “What kind of childish fantasy novel is this?” But now it was different. There are people who turn back time and repeat death several times, and there are people who die and come back to life.
Suddenly, I remembered what the old man had said.
<I don't know. See you're a hugely important person. If you die, the whole world will end. To prevent destruction, you have to be alive, so the world keeps resetting.>
Finally, my mind was clear.
