Before I could run a hand grabbed my right leg pulling me back I looked down to see Kyong Nam-mun his face a mixture of fear and pain.
"Kyong Nam-mun, gwaenchana?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.
He turned to me while his eyes wide with fear.
"Ne, sajang-nim, gwaenchana-yo," he said, his voice trembling.
"Iri-kyeo jushi-gesseoyo?" He said while my heart pounding in my chest.
We started to walk away from the back door but the sound of gunfire shattered the silence the zombies had broken through the window.
"Geureul dolbwa-jugo sal-ryeo. Arasseo, Bong Cha-yon?" I said, my voice a mixture of urgency and command.
"Sajang-nim, dwieyo!" She shouted, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and concern.
I turned while my heart sinking.
Lim Eul-hwa, Lim Joon-tong, Daree Seol-young, Daree Sol-yong, Kang Seo-ah, Rang Yoo-na, Moonton Jess-ian, Moonton Seo-hyung, Moonton Eul-yubin, and Moonton Rio-jane.
They were all zombies now my body felt heavy my movements slow my senses dulled I couldn't move couldn't hear couldn't think.
Then a hand grabbed me pulling me back Myung Jung-hyung his face a mask of concern.
"Sajang-nim, gwaenchaneuseyo?" He asked, his voice filled with concern.
I couldn't answer I felt like I was moving in slow motion my world a blur of gray.
"Park Jin-hun sajang-nim-eul bohohaeya hae," Seung Byung-ho said, his voice firm, his eyes scanning the room, searching for any sign of danger.
The others nodded while their faces a mixture of fear and determination.
A few seconds later on my senses returned the world snapping back into focus.
"Sajang-nim, gwaenchaneuseyo?" Dong Chi-hwa asked, his voice filled with concern.
I nodded while my heart pounding in my chest.
"Geureom ije eotteoke hal geo-ye-yo, sajang-nim?" Seung Byung-ho asked, his voice laced with a mixture of apprehension and determination.
I leaned against the wall my body trembling I slowly sat down on the floor my mind racing trying to find a solution.
"Jeoneun… jeoneun… jeoneun… juggo sipji aneunyo," Bong Cha-yon said, her voice a mixture of fear and desperation.
"Dakchyeo, Bong Cha-yon!" I shouted, my voice laced with frustration.
She was being so annoying right now.
"Uri-e-ge gyehoeg A, B, C, D-ga piryohae. Ige uriga hal su inneun yuilhan bangbeob-iya" I said, my voice firm, my eyes scanning the room, searching for any sign of danger.
"Man-yak gyehoeg A, B, C, D-ga modeu silpaeha-myeon eotteokhae-yo? Sajang-nim?" Bong Cha-yon asked, her voice laced with apprehension.
I stood up and walked towards her, my hand reaching out to grab her collar.
"Jebal nal mideo-jwo!" I said while my voice firm, my eyes fixed on her.
Cyrup Dae-jung stopped me his hand resting on my arm I uncollared her my anger simmering beneath the surface.
"Geuga maj-a. Uri-neun geureul mideo-ya hae. Nega jo-aha-deon silhdeon," Min Cha-young said while her voice strong, her eyes fixed on me.
The others didn't argue a few minutes later on we came out of the doorway, our faces grim, our eyes filled with a mixture of fear and determination.
"Jinjja hwagsilhae? Eung? Jin-hun?" He asked while his voice laced with a hint of doubt.
"Ne, appa," I said while my voice firm my eyes fixed on the road ahead.
"Gyehoeg A, uri-neun Busan-eu-ro gal geo-ya..." But before I could finish my statement a voice cut me off.
"No. That place is already full of zombies," Hong Nan-jo said, his voice laced with a hint of mockery.
What the heck? I didn't believe him. He always talked nonsense.
"Then Plan B, we're going to Spain," I said, my voice firm, my eyes fixed on Xavier Suárez, a flicker of amusement in my gaze.
"¡Gran elección, Park Jin-hun!" He said, his Spanish accent thick.
Suddenly Hong Nan-jo interrupted us.
"Hajiman Seupein-eu-ro gagi jeone meonjeo yeon-guso-e deulleo-ya hae. Naega gajeo-waya hal ge isseo," he said, his voice nonchalant.
Okay, son of a scientist.
"Yeogiseo meolji aneun-a?" I asked, my brow furrowed he nodded, his expression unreadable.
I felt something was going to happen I needed to take action but before I could suddenly Jong-hee walked towards me.
"Jamkkanman iyagiha-ja," he said, his voice low, his eyes searching mine for any sign of unease.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest we walked away from the others the silence between us heavy with unspoken words.
"Mworago? Jigeum malha-e," I said, my voice a mixture of urgency and apprehension.
"Geureul mideo?" He asked, his voice a low rumble, his eyes fixed on me.
"Ani, dangyeonhi aniji," I said, my voice firm.
"It feels like something is going to happen," I turned to look at Hong Nan-jo while my eyes narrowed with suspicion.
"I want to go to Spain right now, Jin-hun," Jong-hee said, his voice laced with frustration.
I knew, but I needed to wait. That jerk was controlling me right now.
"Ara, hajiman oneulman-keum-eun geureul mideo-boja, hyeong" I said, my voice a mixture of resignation and determination.
He nodded, his face a mask of grim acceptance.
"Gaja," he said, his voice firm.
We got out of the 7/11 and started walking away the silence between us heavy with unspoken words.
"Geo-ui da wa-sseo? Eung?" I asked Hong Nan-jo, my voice a mixture of impatience and suspicion.
I was right something was going to happen.
"Geokjeong ma, geo-ui da wa-sseo," he said, his voice calm, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
But something was off his tone of voice had changed it sounded robotic mechanical almost inhuman.
"Eo-di-ro de-ryeoga-neun geo-ya? Hong Nam-jo?" I asked, my voice laced with a mixture of anger and fear.
I pointed my AR:M4 at his forehead my finger hovering over the trigger he stopped walking his body stiffening his eyes turning towards me.
"Mworago saeng-gakhae? Park Jin-hun?" He said, his voice devoid of emotion.
I looked at his left eye a cold red glow emanating from it like something out of a Terminator movie.
Then Jong-hee walked towards us.
"Mwoya, i ssibal-nom-a! Neon ingan-i aniya. Neon robot-iya!" He shouted, his voice filled with disbelief.
Yangnuk Ah-jane her face a mixture of confusion and concern walked towards us.
"Ya, geogiseo museun iriya?" She asked, her voice laced with a hint of apprehension.
"Jigeum mugi naer-yeo-nwa!" I shouted, my voice a mixture of anger and urgency.
"Nal mideon geon keun silsu-yeotji? Park Jin-hun," Hong Nan-jo said, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.
I knew from the start that he wasn't a nice person, but Yangnuk Ah-jane had insisted on keeping him with us.
I started to run towards him my fists clenched, my anger boiling over.
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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...
