The girl climbed up the steps slowly. Each step rising, as if she had stepped onto the staircase to heaven. She was right, living was a pleasure. A burden to her. The helicopter stayed levitating in the atmosphere. A few steps away to freedom. Away from this land of infection. The rooftop, the girl could see all of Seoul burning. She looked up, a rope ladder had been released, floating in the air. Waiting for her to make a move. She latched her arm to the rope, slowly climbing up. Ready for a new place. Ready for a safe place. Ready to start a new life. The ladder shook, the girl looked at the pilot, who was gesturing for her to hurry. She picked up her pace, but the rope snapped. Air rushed past the girl's body as she flew down. Into the hard concrete. Into the arms of the surviving infected. Her blood dripped and sprayed, the nearest window. Symbols formed.
Nicha Yontararak.
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Welp, that's a wrap of this really awful crap of a fanfiction. Don't worry, we get it, this fanfic was really lame. I only killed off every character because protagonists were "destined" to live, and it didn't feel fair. I get that most of the logic was stupid, but, hey! At least it wasn't that bad. I know it was stupid to send Soojin with no arm. But, I kinda felt like killing off a character that day...no hate Soojin-stans (I <3 Soojin, too!). Yep, this fanfic really had no plot. Thanks for suffering with us, too.
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The Infected ⬩ (G)I-DLE
HororThe world was normal. Song Yuqi, a sophomore, studied at Neverland Institute of Arts with her best friend Yeh Shuhua, a freshman. Being top at school, Yuqi dreamed of many things. Nothing lasts forever. ⬩⬩⬩ Angry rioters appeared. Cannibalistic riot...
