All Of Us Are Dead - Su Hyeok

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Hyo-ryung's question broke the silence that had settled in the room. "At least there are cops and soldiers out there, right?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty. Wu-jin, who had been quietly listening to the conversation, finally spoke up. "But, if you watch the movies, they can't do anything, either, right?" he said, his voice filled with a hint of cynicism. I sat next to them, my arms crossed, silently taking in the conversation.

"Yeah, but they always save everyone in the end," Hyo-ryung countered, her voice filled with a newfound determination. Her words were a beacon of hope in our bleak situation, a testament to her unwavering faith in humanity.

"Not true, you know that," I said, my voice filled with a mix of frustration and resignation. The reality of our situation was not lost on me. "There are only two ways this will play out... One, they'll eventually figure out how to kill those zombies efficiently and save civilians... Two, they don't... and decide to bomb the city with no regard for survivors," I added, my words echoing around the room.

"That's if the government secured the infected area of the city to begin with," Su hyeok said. I leaned back in my chair, my gaze drifting towards the window. Su Hyeok was beside me, his presence a comforting constant amidst the chaos.

Suho, who had been sitting quietly beside Namra, finally spoke up.
"Don't worry, the chances of that happening are slim," Suho said, his voice filled with a forced cheerfulness.

He was trying to lighten the mood, to bring some semblance of hope back into the room. But Wu-jin was quick to counter his optimism. "But not zero," he said.

Suddenly, Dae-su emerged from the bathroom, a box of tissues in his hand. He handed it to Joon-yeong, who quickly ran into the bathroom. The door swung shut behind him, but not before an awful stench wafted into the room. We all recoiled, our faces scrunching up.

The room was filled with a mix of lThe room was filled with a mix of laughter and teasing directed at Dae-su, a welcome distraction from the grim situation. However, the light-hearted atmosphere was abruptly shattered when Joon-yeong ran out of the bathroom, his eyes wide with fear and regret.

"There's nobody there. There are no lights on in the stores and apartments out there. They all ran away or died," Nam-ra said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her words hung in the air, a chilling testament to the desolation that had befallen our city. Suho, who was sitting next to her, nodded in agreement, his arm draped comfortingly over her shoulder.

"What do you mean by that?" On-jo asked, her voice filled with confusion and fear. I took a deep breath before responding, "No one's coming here to save us." My words were met with a stunned silence, the harsh reality of our situation sinking in.

"Why do you have to be so pessimistic?" Joon-yeong asked, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and desperation. His question was met with a sigh from Nam-ra. "Don't you know my mom? She would've torn the school apart looking for me, but she isn't here yet," she said, her voice filled with a heartbreaking mix of hope and despair.

I couldn't help but agree with her. "I doubt the military even knows that this is ground zero," I added.

Na yeon's question echoed in the room, a stark reminder of the uncertainty that lay ahead. "So, what do you wanna do?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of fear and determination. Nam-ra was quick to respond, her voice steady despite the grim reality of our situation. "I'm just trying to point out the facts," she said, her words a testament to her pragmatic approach. "We all know that no one's coming, so I think we should just wait and figure out what we're gonna do next." I added.

On-jo's words cut through the tense silence that had settled in the room. "We have to wait to be rescued. We can't leave somewhere safe to go somewhere dangerous," she said, her voice filled with a mix of fear and resolve. Her words were a stark reminder of the grim reality we were facing - we were trapped, with no clear way out.

Suho's voice was filled with anger as he responded to On-jo's statement. "We are not going to wait that long," he said, his words a clear indication of his frustration. His outburst was met with a stunned silence, a clear indication of the tension that was building up in the room.

Su Hyeok's words cut through the silence like a knife. "And how long do you think we'll have to wait? Do you think we should wait until we die?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation. His words were met with a chorus of protests, but he held up his hand for silence.

On-jo was quick to respond to Su Hyeok's outburst. "No. I'm saying let's wait as long as we can. There's no way we can go out right now, anyways," she said, her voice filled with a newfound determination. Her words were a beacon of hope in our bleak situation, a testament to her unwavering faith in our survival.

Cheong-san's words brought a sense of calm to the room. "It's probably because it's nighttime. I'm sure somebody will come in the morning, maybe. There are lots of choppers flying around. Let's just wait until tomorrow and we'll see," he said, his voice filled with a mix of hope and fear.

As the morning sun streamed through the open window, Su Hyeok blinked, his gaze falling on Cheong-san who was standing by the window, looking out. The world outside seemed eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos they were facing inside. Su Hyeok approached him, his footsteps echoing in the silent room. They stood side by side, their silhouettes bathed in the golden light of the morning sun.

"No one came, and Shinae is gone," Cheong-san said, his voice barely above a whisper. The words hung heavy in the air, a chilling reminder of their grim reality. He turned to Su Hyeok, his hand outstretched, holding a piece of paper. It was a note, the handwriting elegant with hearts adorning the name. The note read:

My favourite classmates which are alive,
We need water and find if anyone is out  so I went out to get some. Do not come out to find me. If I die I blame Na-yeon. I will see you all after! Oh! Keep yourself safe Su hyeok and all of you don't go out! Shinae xoxo

The note was a testament to Shinae's bravery and determination. Despite the danger lurking outside, she had ventured out in search of food and water, leaving behind a note filled with hope and a promise to return.

"I told her to stay put but as every time she won't listen, like a brat," Su Hyeok whispered, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and concern. He was sitting at the table, his gaze fixed on the empty chair where Shinae used to sit. His words echoed around the room, a stark reminder of Shinae's stubbornness and their grim reality.