After spending a night with Keeho, now recently eighteen years old, our Jongseob was lending himself to study the objects, taken from the homes of people now infected with viruses, and then deceased.
As they explored the markets, they took the sources needed to survive, touring the entire city of Seoul.
In the backpack he had brought during the excursion, he had collected so many things, basic school things were presented, the owners had to be students, he found what should be a diary,
He automatically opened it.
"Today I lost one of my closest friends.
I'm writing this while it's biting me, I want to end myself with him.
Why?
Because I love him but it's too late.
I feel my veins burning and I'm loOsing thw sensE OF WooOosordSSs"
That student words really made an impression on little Jongseob
After the last sentence written by the student, the page was dirty with ink and blood, it was official, people before undergoing the transition had the minimum of consciousness, they didn't know if it was useful information or not.
But when he came out of that staff he told the others anyway
Better this than nothing, right?
<Very good seob, Noona is proud> said the girl as she stroked his head and handed him a soup made with the things taken at the last exit
<what do you think? > said the latter
<a little salty> the new boy made this comment, not very welcome
She tasted the mixture once and for all after preparing it
<it's salty> she just said
YOU ARE READING
me, you, a new world || keesoul / eng. version
Фанфикitalian to english translation: A city we will call the Future Seoul, a sixteen-year-old boy, Jongseob, and his seventeen-year-old friend, Theo, a man in his sixties Jinyeong, a woman in his thirties, Noona, teamed up to save humanity that was grad...
