Apocalyptic Adventure

Suicide Mission

Hyun woke up to the sun beaming on her face. She groans and sits up, her head throbbing from a migraine. "What time is it?"

"How are we supposed to know?" Gyeong-su shrugged, grinning widely. That's when Hyun noticed Na-yeon sleeping beside him, her head resting on his arm.

"Woah," Hyun breathed out. "Never thought I'd live to see that."

Gyeong-su looked down at Na-yeon and hummed. "She didn't feel comfortable sleeping alone and by the time she apologized you were fast asleep."

Hyun nodded in understanding.

"How long do we wait?" Hyo-ryung asked nervously.

"Until they come." On-jo explained, looking outside at the helicopters.

"There's no guarantee they'll come, though." Hyo-ryung mumbled.

"So? You want to go out there?" On-jo scoffed, folding her arms.

Ji-min nodded and grabbed onto Hyo-ryung's arm. "Even if they come, they won't find us if they don't know we're here."

Hyun cursed under her breath and hit her head against a wall in frustration. Ms. Park quickly stopped her, looking nervous.

"I remember my dad taught me a signal that's used internationally." On-jo said, gaining everyone's attention. "It was red and blue arranged together to create some sort of a pattern." She finished. Everyone glanced at her in confusion. Hyun sure as hell was confused.

"We could make an SOS sign," Gyeong-su grinned.

Na-yeon looked at him, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Yeah, let's do that." Hyo-ryung said.

"We can't last long, anyway." Nam-ra shrugged by the window, glancing outside. "Three minutes without oxygen, three days without water, three weeks without food."

"What's that?" Su-hyeok asked, tilting his head.

Hyun looked at him, a deadpan expression. "It's how long a person can fucking survive for? Do you not fucking pay attention to shit? Nam-ra's right. We're gonna fucking die soon, so why bother trying?"

"What are you trying to say?" On-jo asked, folding her arms in annoyance. "Are you saying we should go out, or… are you saying we'll die, anyway, so we shouldn't bother doing anything?"

"I don't know." Nam-ra sighed, fiddling with the cuffs of her sleeves.

"Then don't say anything." Ji-min scowled in annoyance.

"I think the prez means we should think about anything else that we can do." Wu-jin spoke up, gaining everyone's attention. "Right?"

"No." She said it so simply. Hyun was groaning more irritated with each passing minute.

"No?" Wu-jin scoffed, looking at her.

"We don't know anything at all." Nam-ra explains matter-of-factly. She still wore her usual stoic expression. "We need to know something before we can make plans."

"What more do we need to know?" Ji-min scoffs. She was starting to turn into Na-yeon. They were friends, so it makes sense.

"What Nam-ra means--" Wu-jin started, but was cut off.

"You don't know what she's saying, either." Ji-min snarks, throwing her arms in the air in frustration.

"No." Wu-jin mumbled, leaning against the wall.

"Fuck," Hyun whispered, putting a hand to her forehead. "She means that we fucking need to understand the situation better in order to make a fucking plan."

"Yes, that's right." Nam-ra said, calmly.

"Well, I totally agree with that." Cheong-san nodded. "We need more information to decide whether to wait, run, or get out."

"What can we find out on this situation, and also, how?" Dae-su asked in confusion, looking towards Hyun. Hyun shrugged.

"We can check online if we have a cell phone." Cheong-san explains.

"But we don't." Joon-yeong shrugs, pushing his glasses up.

"The teacher's office." Cheong-san says.

Hyun scoffs. "And what? Get eaten by those fictional zombies who somehow turned non-fictional?"

"We'll still die," Cheong-san mumbles. "Either by starvation, dehydration, or those zombies."

Hyun sighs in frustration. "Fine. Go fucking die. Not like I fucking care."

"What the hell is your problem?" Gyeong-su asked.

"She's always like that," Ji-min scowls.

"Cheong-san." On-jo says, quivering slightly.

"If I can't make it, I'll just come back, you know?" Cheong-san said quietly. He always wore his heart on his sleeve, so even a blind person could tell he likes her.

"I'm not worried about you." On-jo snaps, tears forming. "I'm pissed off."

"Sure." Cheong-san mumbles. "Yes. Why would you worry about me?"

"Cheong-san," Gyeong-su whispers, "please be okay." Cheong-san nodded with a smile.

"Will do," Cheong-san grins.

"Shit." Su-hyeok cursed and hurried over to Cheong-san.

"You have a fucking death wish too?" Hyun scoffed. "Two deaths in one mission."

"Hyun," Su-hyeok sighs in annoyance. "We're not dying. We'll be quick."

"Bare-su has always been loyal to me." Dae-su says, walking towards them.

Joon-yeong quickly took action and grabbed Dae-su. "Stop. Come on. Get down."

"You can't go out there at your size, fatso." Wu-jin grinned from his spot on a chair. Dae-su scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"My size?" Dae-su asked, looking down.

"Are you serious?" Joon-yeong mumbled, going to sit back down.