All of us are Dying (All of us are Dead and Train to Busan)

Boarding The Train

Adult: 서두르다. 우리는 늦고 싶지 않습니다.

I hear the social worker's voice call out to me. I blink a few times before waking up properly, taking in the sights. I was in a train station somewhere in South Korea. The platforms were slowly becoming empty as people boarded the trains. Shaking my head, I sigh and follow the social worker onto the train to Busan. 

He was a bit of a big man. Not too overweight, but just large enough to be on the fence of overweight. He wore a black suit and held a briefcase in his left hand. All I knew was that I'd be in the care of a foster family in Busan and that the social worker needed them to sign some forms before I could properly move in. 

Upon boarding the train, the big man took a seat in the back of the car, letting out a loud sigh of relief. Disgustingly enough, I smelt a foul stench emanate from him and I groan, waving my hand below my nose to get rid of the horrid smell. 

Y/n: You couldn't go toilet? 

Social Worker: 오이. 한국어 연습을 하라고 말한 줄 알았는데.

I roll my eyes. 

Y/n: I have practiced it. I just prefer not to speak it. 

Social Worker: Prove it. Prove that you can speak it then.

Y/n: 화장실 가, 뚱뚱한 새끼.

He simply laughs and stands up. 

Social Worker: Fine. I'll go. 

He walks past me and the stench only grew worse, nearly making me retch. I sit on the other side of the train and put my backpack beside my feet. I lean my head back against the seat and see a bunch of students older than me all shouting at each other with excitement. Shaking my head, I put in some headphones and listen to music to deafen their shouts. 

Before I knew it, I felt the urge to go pee. Groaning quietly, I stand up from my seat and take my bag with me, not really trusting of strangers. I walk to the toilet behind me, but I hear the Social Worker shitting his guts out, making me groan and walk into the cars in the back. I check each and every bathroom only to find they were all occupied. 

Before I can check another bathroom, a woman rushes onto the train, her black hair dishevelled and covering most of her face. I back away from her, surprised by her sudden appearance. She wore a white hoodie and blue jean shorts. She was in some kind of panic and her left leg had a clear bite mark on it which drew quite a bit of blood. 

Y/n: Um... Excuse me. Are you okay? 

Her head snaps towards me. Although her hair covered most of her face, I could just about see her eyes held a deep emotion of fear. 

Woman: D...Do you have something that I can tie around my leg? 

Nodding, I open my backpack and have a look inside. I rummage through some... "items" and pull out some alcohol and a wipe. I dab some of the substance onto the wipe and gently dab at the bite. The girl winces and grits her teeth from the burning pain, but I had to clean the wound first. 

Woman: How... How old are you? 

Y/n: 15. 

Woman: And you just... carry alcohol in your bag? 

Y/n: For medical reasons. Like right now. 

She nods shakily. I remove the wipe and get a spare belt from my backpack. I wrap it around her leg tight as she requested and step away.

Woman: Thank you... 

Y/n: What happened? 

Woman: I... I don't know... Some people ran up to me... Their eyes were... cloudy. White. One of them bit my leg and... I don't feel so good.