To help but he was still angry with Mon Jang-shin.
He met my eyes and clearly communicated that he didn't care about her and wouldn't help her even if there was a zombie attack just then we heard gunshots.
"Jebal changmun gakkai gaji maseyo. Geori-reul yujihaseyo," I yelled, urging everyone to stay safe.
They nodded and moved away from the windows. Min Cha-young stood up and started to walk away.
"Min Cha-young, eodie ga-neun geo-ya?" I asked. She turned to look at me with a determined expression.
"Do-wa-jureo gal geo-ya," she said while I looked at my wife.
"Geunyeo-ga hago sip-eun daero hage dwae," she said, her voice calm.
"Nae chong-eul gajeoga-go nae a-deul-deul, Park Jong-hee-wa Park Jin-hun-eul josimhae," I told Min Cha-young, handing her my AR:M4.
Then we heard a window shatter.
"Jigeum oreun-jjok guseok-eu-ro idonghae," I shouted, and they ran to hide behind me.
Zombie growled shit! They were inside.
My wife asked me what we should do now I scanned the room my eyes falling on a pile of weapons there were ten pickaxes and twenty-two AR:M4s along with bags of bullets.
"Oen-jjok guseok-eu-ro idonghaeseo wonha-neun mugi-reul seon-tekae," I said, pointing to the weapons while Mon Jang-shin hesitated.
"Jamkkan? Na igeo sayongha-neun beop molla,"
"Geunyang gwajeong-eul mideo. Algesseo, Mun Jang-shin?" I asked, my voice firm.
She nodded, a little scared and then started firing at the zombies.
She turned to us a mix of surprise and accomplishment on her face.
"Jalhaesseo?" She asked, dropping the AR:M4 and leaning it against the wall.
"Nap-puji aneun, hajiman yeonseub deo haeya dwae," I said, trying to sound encouraging.
My wife went over to comfort her and I walked over to Jong Sen-hyung.
"Geunyang geunyeo-reul wirohae juji geurae?" I asked Jong Sen-hyung, hoping he'd see reason.
He turned to me his expression furious.
"Wae naega geunyeo-reul wirohaeya dwae? Bak seonsaeng-nim," he spat, his voice laced with bitterness.
Oh come on Sen-hyung just do what I said please.
"Jigeum ga. Najung-e huehaehagi sil-heumyeon," I said, my voice firm.
He nodded, his expression still set.
"Arasseo. Jigeum gaseo geunyeo-reul wirohalge," he said grudgingly, walking over to where my wife and Mon Jang-shin were.
My wife gave them some space to talk we heard Jin-hun's voice booming.
"Uri-neun gyehoeg A, B, C, D-ga piryohae. Jigeum uriga hal su inneun yuilhan bangbeob-iya," Huh? What plan A, B, C, D? What was he talking about?
A police student spoke up her voice filled with anxiety.
"Man-yak gyehoeg A, B, C, D-ga modeu silpaeha-myeon eotteokhae-yo? Sajang-nim?" It was hard to manage a team when they wouldn't listen.
All they wanted to do was fight, not think.
"Jebal nal mideo-jwo," Jin-hun said, his voice softer than usual.
I'd never heard him say that before he never asked anyone to trust him.
Min Cha-young stepped forward.
"Geul-sse, geuga maj-a. Uri-neun geureul mideo-ya hae. Nega jo-aha-deon silhdeon," they all walked towards the doorway.
"Naneun Chenul Joo-mi-reul wihae i il-eul hago isseo," Park Jin-hun declared, his voice tight with determination.
"Mworago? Wae? Jin-hun?" Chenul Joo-min asked, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Jin-hun POV
"Sajang-nim, dwimun-e munjega isseoyo.," Bong Cha-yon said, her voice laced with urgency.
Her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Mwoga munje-ya?" I asked, my voice calm my eyes scanning her face, searching for any sign of panic.
"Badak-e pi-ga mut-eo itgo, oen-jjok oreun-jjok byeok-edo pi-ga mut-eo itgo, mun-edo pi-ga mut-eo isseoyo," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
"Sajang-nim, jeohi-ga…" She pulled out her walkie-talkie her hand trembling slightly.
"I-geul-seu, dwimun-e isanghae," I said, my voice clipped, my eyes fixed on the back door.
My hand gripping the walkie-talkie tightly I waited for a response my mind racing trying to anticipate the threat.
"Nagas-eo hwag-inhae bwa," I said, my voice firm, but they hesitate while their eyes wide with fear.
"Algesseubnida, sajang-nim. Jigeum gakesseubnida," another voice crackled through the walkie-talkie, a voice that held a hint of apprehension.
"Jin-huna, josimhae," my dad said, his voice a low rumble of concern.
I nodded while my face a mask of determination.
"Yeogiseo meomchwo, naega meonjeo galge," I signed, my fingers moving with practiced grace.
I slowly opened the door, my heart pounding in my chest the scene that greeted me was one of utter horror.
Hak Yoon-seo, her eyes glazed over her face contorted in a grotesque parody of her former self was devouring Go Na-ra, her teeth sunk deep into her victim's flesh.
How had she turned into a zombie?
She'd been so careful so vigilant she was supposed to be securing the area not becoming the threat.
"Hak Yoon-seo, deul-rini?" I called out, my voice a mixture of hope and desperation.
She stood up slowly turning her eyes vacant her movements jerky and unnatural she didn't respond it was time to put her down but before.
I could raise my gun Bong Cha-yon made a noise a startled gasp that shattered the eerie silence.
The zombie Hak Yoon-seo turned her growl a guttural primal sound that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Joesonghamnida, sajang-nim. Soran-seureopge halyeo-deon geon anieotseoyo," Bong Cha-yon said, her voice trembling.
I didn't turn to look at her while my gaze fixed on the zombie.
"Nae dwie isseo!" I shouted, my voice a mixture of urgency and command.
The zombie lunged her claws outstretched her eyes burning with a hunger that knew no bounds I quickly restrained her while my arms wrapping around her neck my fingers digging into her flesh.
I pulled out my handgun a Webley Revolver and pointed it at her left side forehead I turned to look at Bong Cha-yon while my face a mask of grim determination.
"Jigeum anjeonha-dago neukkyeo? Eung? Bong Cha-yon?" I asked, my voice sharp.
Why did she look so afraid?
Had she seen a ghost that I hadn't?
"Sajang-nim, dwireul boseyo," she said, her voice trembling.
I turned while my heart sinking Go Na-ra stood there her eyes glowing red her body contorted in a grotesque parody of her former self.
"Jigeum domangchyeo!" I shouted, my voice a mixture of urgency and desperation.
I faced Go Na-ra my hand instinctively reaching for my AR:M4.
"Hajiman sajang-nim…" Bong Cha-yon said, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and concern.
"Salgo sip-heumyeon jigeum domangchyeo!" I shouted, my voice a mixture of urgency and desperation.
The zombie lunged her claws outstretched her eyes burning with a hunger that knew no bounds I shot her the sound of the bullet echoing through the room.
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Stay Alive Season 1
Science FictionFive years ago, Min Seok-jin, a man who would become known as the Mafia King, took ownership of Chungdam High School. He had a daughter, Min Cha-young, who is now 18 years old. Tragedy struck when, at the age of 32, Seok-jin passed away in a car acc...
