The Infected ⬩ (G)I-DLE

Six

"BRO! CHILL!" The small girl whisper-shouted, looking back toward the messy horde. Her uniform was disheveled, as her short blonde hair was. The plaid black and white vest and skirt uniform was smeared with blood, some cuts revealing the inner white blouse. "Let me in!" She pleaded, continuously pulling the rear door. Soojin flipped, staring at the short girl in agape. She scanned the girl top to bottom as Yuqi raised an eyebrow.

"Let her in! I know her!" Soojin didn't bother waiting for Yuqi's response, clicking the rear door open as the girl jumped in just as fast. She quickly locked the door and snatched the cloth blanket. Miyeon glared at the girl, scooting closer to Shuhua.

"Wait a minute..Who are you?" Yuqi pressed from behind the steering wheel. The girl shuffled from the seat, twisting to get on the seat belt. The metallic click interrupted the awkward silence. The small girl stared at Soojin for a minute, two, then three.

"Damn, Soojin. You're alive!" She stammered, forgetting the question. Yuqi coughed, loudly. "Oh, whoops. My bad." The blonde chuckled lightly before clearly her throat. "Jeon Soyeon, I'm pretty sure you all go to NIA. Junior, by the way." She winked at Soojin before both raised their hands to do an elaborate gangster hand formation.

"NOT NOW GUYS!" Yuqi screamed as she struggled to look behind. Their pale arms blocking the middle view as Miyeon was pushed against Shuhua. Miyeon grumbled, at the same time, Shuhua groaned from the unexpected pressure.

"Please wrap it up.." Miyeon's delicate voice cracked, her hair disordered. Yuqi couldn't not agree. She harshly pushed Soyeon's arm back, the small figure fell back severely into the plush seats.

"Hey!" Soyeon grumbled in protest. Yuqi stretched her arm back and shoved her warm hand onto Soyeon's mouth.

"Shut up. We have to find a new place. Zombies can hear, you know?" The whisper blew through the car, sweeping through the breeze.

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"Is it safe?" Shuhua murmured, she grimaced at the tattered fences.

"Probably not," Soojin squinted at the messy hut, patches of grass were already missing. Fresh footprints marking the dense dirt.

"Why? Why nowwww...?" Yuqi whined as she desperately pried on the fuel door. She peeked into the hole, only to smell gasoline. Sticky yellow substance dropped from the fuel door's cap. "Freaking. Gas!" She exclaimed sarcastically and aggressively kicked the side of the door.

"Ayo, bro. Chill. It's just a fucking car." Soyeon struggled to hold Yuqi's side. "We can't risk the noise. Zombies can hear, you know?" She smirked as Yuqi's frowned even harder. Using my words against me, huh? Yuqi thought, Not today.

"Shut up," she snarled, swinging the door open. Yuqi slapped the small blade onto Soyeon's small palms. The cold metal made Soyeon shiver.
"Seriously?" Soyeon started, she was quickly interrupted as Miyeon stumbled to the car. She kicked her heels and tripped over a patch of grass. "Do you need help?" Soyeon questioned, gesturing to Miyeon as the girl caught herself before touching the yellow-tinted grass.

"No," she smiled back, appreciatively, "I thought I heard something." She gestured toward the dilapidated hut. Miyeon straightened her back and smoothed her blood-stained plaid skirt. Yuqi and Soyeon, in unison, both twisted toward the crash.

"Are you kidding me?" Yuqi could hear Soojin's complaint as she pulled Shuhua away from the hut's side. "Should we check?" Soojin catechized, and she turned her rusty blade. The long strip of metal glinted as the sun passed it. Shuhua stared at Soojin, no way could someone look that hot. She blushed at Soojin, who brushed her long ebony hair aside. "Ugh, I'm going in." Soojin snorted, pushing Shuhua aside. "Don't follow me, you chicken."

"Hey!" Shuhua protested, grabbing a spare knife from the car. Her blade was way much shorter and pathetic compared to Soojin's. Shuhua couldn't help but scowl. "You coming?" She looked at Yuqi, though Yuqi was still glaring at the car.

"Yeah, yeah." Yuqi mumbled, she grabbed the other machete.

"Seriously?" Soyeon laughed, "You, that?" She giggled, biting back her growing snicker. "Can you use that?" Soyeon grabbed the cold handle. Her small hand wrapped around the black plastic handle. "Let me." She offered.

Yuqi glowered, but still handed over the blade. Soyeon probably had more chances in killing a zombie than she had. I mean, she's part of a gang, right..? "Hey, Miyeon!" Yuqi started. The other girl looked forward in response. "Get a knife from the car, we're going in with Soojin and Soyeon." Miyeon nodded, her hand reached for a rusty knife, perhaps one of the last. Yuqi peeked into the dusty car and grabbed two of the small daggers. One for her, the other for Shuhua.

"Do we..." Miyeon pointed toward the open door.

"Let's go."

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"Anyone here?" Soyeon tried, wielding the machete as if she was in some anime.

"Stop it, Soyeon-yah. I'm starting to think you watched too much anime." Soojin scolded as she dodged the blade from cutting through her shoulder. She glared coldly at Soyeon who did not notice the coldness.

"Gosh, can't you two be serious for once?" Yuqi snarled, quietly.

"Can't we just get this over with already?" Miyeon whined, waving her small knife in the air. "I can't believe we're standing here like idiots."

"Yuqi-unnie, can't we just stay here? I mean, if there's no...zomb–" Shuhua started, surely cut off fast.

"Shushh.." Soojin and Yuqi shushed in unison. Soyeon smirked, stalking toward the edge of the small room. The hut was surely small, parts of the tan-painted walls were chipped. The walls hung some picture frames.

"There's only three rooms.." Soyeon said, breaking the silence. She twisted back. "We should stay here!" Soyeon started to dance to a little cheer. Yuqi only stared at the small girl, stunned. Dang, she sure looks cute like that.

"Guys.." Shuhua whispered, pointing toward the door. "I think some zombies broke in."

"Seriously," Soojin sighed, giving everyone an I-told-you-so look before plunging her machete forward. The infected man growled, twisting his body strangely. Soyeon jumped forward, stabbing the man in the head. His dark blood poured onto the floor, his wine-colored substance smeared against the wall.

"Is that all?" Shuhua squeaked, looking outside. "Guess not.."