All of You Wil Be Dead

Ambush

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As they entered the hallway, Mingi walked over to the knife he had left before. He had lost his somewhere in between the bookshelves earlier, but he wanted them to have one- in case. As he stood to his full height he noticed the other had stopped, listening for something. He paused, tuning in with his own ears then, that's when he heard it. Shuffling upstairs. The speakers crackled back on as a guided meditation began playing overhead. Gwi-Nam stared up at the staircase a moment while the undead in the hallway hurried down the hall towards the speakers on the left. Mingi shuffles over to Gwi-Nam's side before pulling his hand into his own. The taller teen glances down at him before he looks back to the stairs, tugging the other along with him. As they ascend, their zombified ex-classmates rush past them after the sounds of the speaker.

"The broad casting room is on this floor." Mingi spoke as they stepped onto the landing connected to the second floor. They broke away from the staircase, entering the empty room that's door was left wide open. There's a lingering scent in the room, it's strong and it brings saliva to his mouth- it's a delectable smell.

"They made a fucking map," Gwi-Nam mutters, looking to the board with expo markers all along it. What appeared to be a game plan was sprawled along it, marking the broadcasting room, the music room, and the roof. "They're meeting up with that idiot upstairs..." He grumbled before reaching to grab Mingi's hand.

"Wait," Mingi dropped his hand and the other turned back with a raised brow. He never said no to holding hands before.

"What's up Gi?" Gwi-Nam inquired curiously.

"Let's split up and meet on the roof. I'll wait at the door to the roof, and you can follow behind them," Mingi answered, reaching up to push his hair back from his face, the loose strands falling into his vision. The bully hums, silently nodding in approval before smiling down at him.

"Okay love, I'll meet you. We'll cut them off" His fingers traced along his cheek as he spoke, placing a brief kiss to his lips. As they separated they split up, Gwi-Nam returning to the stairs they'd just been on while Mingi turned to head up the middle staircase with the knife still in his hand.

He formulated as he walked, ignoring the throbbing pain in his stomach as he walked. It protested loudly as he walked past the 3rd floor, the alluring scent of flesh calling out to him as the heartbeats of his former classmates rang out to him. Like dinner bells. He pushed past his urge, his will for avenging his un-dead boyfriend, who would've been human still if not for Cheong-san. Honestly though, the anger he felt towards the boy was enthralling, still palpable in his mind. Sitting there, he let himself tune out while he fell deep into thought. Should they bother with this for long? How long would it be before the military started to bomb parts of the city- choosing the lives of many over the lives of few. Would they even make it out of here before that happened? He was just glad he was here, to help ambush them. He would be able to take out Cheong-san before they went on the roof, but he'd have to fight for it. Mingi was aware that the others would fight them (himself, and Gwi-Nam) if they attempted to take Cheong-san's life. It was only fair, in his mind. If any of them got in his way, they'd die too.

He knew his boyfriend would be on a similar page.

Speaking of the boy, he could hear what sounded like a scuffle back on the staircase, tuning in to hear Gwi-Nam and SuHyeok yelling at one another. That was until Nam-ra let out a scream, before another scuffle ensued and the sounds of a glass window breaking echoed out to him. He jumped to his feet ready to go beat the ever living shit out of the boy- until he remembered the plan. He would get SuHyeok for that later, first Cheong-san.

Gwi-Nam was part zombie, falling out of a window wasn't going to kill him.

He pulled out his phone now, determined to kill some time. There wasn't any service anymore, he noted as he unlocked it to find he had at least 90 missed calls from his mother before it must've gone down. He sighed as he scrolled through his messages on his device from his mother, all of which freaking the fuck out about the sudden virus in Hyosan. He scrolled down to the most recent text, received at 9am today.

'If you see this, if you're still alive, please meet me in YangDong.'

For some reason, the message broke him. A sob fell from his lips as he silently cried, something he hadn't done for quite a long time. As frustrating as she was, as utterly obnoxious her constant panic was, as much of a pest as she could be, she still cared about him. Until the very last moment before the towers went down she had been trying to text him. After everything that had happened, he felt the stress that had built up inside of him pop in his chest like an overfilled balloon. One moment he was about to skip school with his boyfriend to watch a zombie movie, and now they were living in one. In fact, they had become the very same thing they'd originally feared... Kinda.

With a sniffle, he wiped his eyes with his sleeve, pocketing the practically dead phone once more. Clearing his throat he waited, before he heard the faint sounds of somebody out on the roof. Curiously, he stood and knocked on the door once. There was a gasp outside, but nobody ever made a step closer. Coward, Mingi thought before plopping back down on his ass. He wasn't sure how long he sat there for when choir music started to play loudly from the music room. He stood up, walking to the door, leaning against the railing as he waited. Whatever was happening, he knew it would bring Cheong-san to him. He didn't have much longer to wait. Footsteps approached him, barreling up the staircase towards him. The first people up the stairs were the girls who blanched as they stopped before him, like they'd seen a ghost. They definitely hadn't been expecting him.

"On-jo, Jimin, Hy- whatever your name is," the girl frowned as her fearful eyes took him in. "Is it just you three?" He inquired, playing dumb, feigning concern. The girls looked between one another fearfully.

"How did you get up here so fast?" On-jo asked as more people appeared behind them, Nam-ra, Dae-su, Joon-yeong, and Woo-jin. Still no SuHyeok or Cheong-san, he noted.

"On-jo, get away from him," Nam-ra chided, her nose wrinkling as their eyes met. He took in a breath then, scenting the air. His eyes landed on the bite mark on her arm, before filtering back to her eyes. The sound of her screams echoed momentarily in his mind. "He's Gwi-Nam's boyfriend..."

"Mingi wouldn't hurt us..." On-jo mumbled softly, not taking notice of the knife he had hidden on his other side, still leaning against the rail. As Cheong-san and SuHyeok hurried up the pack, swatting at the undead who followed behind them and blissfully unaware of his presence. He smiled then, but it didn't reach his eyes. There was an eerie feel to the expression on his face as he finally stepped away from the rail, his hand tucking behind his back as he began down the stairs towards them. Not really worried if anyone else saw the weapon he was hiding, just trying to sneak past most of them before they'd noticed. He had hoped the boy would be among the first to join him, not the last.

"Cheong-san, I wasn't sure when you would join us." Mingi hummed in a sing-song sort of way. A gasp sounded behind him as someone grabbed for his wrist holding the knife. Well, he tried that way. This way might work too.

"He had a knife!" Woo-jin shouts as the other breaks free, swinging on him. The boy jumps back and he jumps onto Cheong-san who lets out a startled yell, SuHyeok grabs him from behind and pulls him off the boy he had attempted to take a chunk out of. If he was being honest, they would all taste delicious with how hungry he really was. He hadn't eaten anything since he was alive, in the cafeteria yesterday. He blamed Cheong-san for his current predicament. He yanked away from the boy that was of similar stature, the ex-bully. He grinned, kinda enjoying the moment as the other boy kicked at him. He grabbed his leg midair, launching him into the wall before he turned back to Cheong-san. From the stairs to the 4th floor, a mullet wearing teenager emerged, a zombie's head clasped in his hand as he began up the stairs. Nam-ra tackled him when he started towards Cheong-san again and he huffed.

"Can you fuck off! We only want Cheong-san, for now..."