Su-Hyeok x reader| All of us are dead....

112

A zombie erupted from nowhere, slamming into the door with a guttural growl.

I was just wondering what happened to them and why they're like this.

The windows rattled and shook as an increasing number of zombies clawed at the glass.

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Gyeong-su held the door shut with a grip of iron, his knuckles white.

"Joon-Yeong, you're right! They can't get in!" he shouted.

"Yeah, let's hold this thing shut for now," someone replied

At the moment we were all searching for a phone.

As I looked through another bag, I could feel the presence of someone behind me.

Turning around, I raised an eyebrow.

Nam-Ra looked at me with a worried expression.

"Are you really alright?" she asked softly, her hand gently squeezing mine.

Yeah, I think so. Are you sure you're, okay?" I held her hand.

"I was so scared something happened to you," she whispered tremblingly.

"Really?" you said.

She nodded slowly, a small, reassuring smile playing on her lips.

"I also smiled a little, temporarily forgetting the things she'd done to me."

"Here! I found one!" I-Sak shouted, triumphantly holding up a phone.

"They all rushed towards her, except for me."

"Whose is it?" Na-Yeon asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"This is Yeong-Ju's desk," I-Sak replied, her voice filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Yeong-Ju was a classmate of ours. I guess.

"Shit, it's locked!" I-Sak exclaimed in frustration.

Na-Yeon impatiently began hitting I-Sak's arm.

"Do something!" Na-Yeon demanded, her voice rising in frustration.

"What do you want her to do? It's locked," I said to Na-Yeon in cold tone.

"Maybe it's her birthday," someone suggested, their voice filled with hope.

"When is that?" someone asked, their voice filled with hope.

"I don't know," someone replied, shrugging their shoulders.

"She's over there. Give it to me!" Cheong-San suddenly shouted, pointing dramatically at the window near the door.

Cheong-San carefully carried the phone to the door and extended it towards her face.

"You need to get closer," Su-Hyeok stated.

Cheong-San was almost pressing the phone to the glass now, until I stood up.

"For emergencies, just dial 112. No need to do that," I said, interrupting him.

Without hesitation, Cheong-San dialed 112.

"Hello. What is your emergency?" a calm, official voice answered.

"Hello?" Cheong-San asked, his voice tense.

"This is Hyosan High School. A ton of zombies showed up at lunch and they're eating people!" Cheong-San's voice was frantic as he described the horrifying scene.