I aim 𝗹𝗼𝘄
I aim 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚
IN WHICH:
hyosan high school starts
the highly infectious zombie
virus spread throughout
hyosan.
OR
Shin Ji-woo, didn't like to be
the center of attention, bu...
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"𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬'𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗢 𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗩𝗘," Wu-jin's friend complains, still wiping at the foam which began to stick to his face. Ji-woo crouched beside Hye-mi, who was nervously fiddling with her fingers, Ji-woo knew Hye-mi was prone to anxiety, but doesn't make it obvious for others to notice.
"What happened to your face, huh?" Wu-jin turns to his friend, curiosity and concern evident on his face. Had zombies thrown up white powder onto him?
Ji-woo's eyes shifted back to him, she already knew the answer from what she had been through outside, but couldn't help the smile that made it's way onto her face. It wasn't the time to smile or have any sort of amusement but Ji-woo couldn't help it.
His friend glanced at the handkerchief he was using, shaking his head before responding. "I don't know, some crazy jerk sprayed me with a fire extinguisher." Ji-woo fought to stifle her smile, her eyes meeting On-jo's who stood with her friend. On-jo however didn't seemed so amused.
"A fire extinguisher?" Wu-jin's friend, who had been helping hold the door, raised an eyebrow. The foam-covered boy nodded his head again, clearly irritated at the amount of questions he was being asked.
Out of breath, the foam boy leaned over, his frustration growing as he looked around the room, eyes faltering on Ji-woo before he looked to Wu-jin. "What the hell is happening?" He asked, voice faltering slightly.
"Who knows, Train. Train to Busan?" Cheong-san suggests, his tone concerned and accusatory, Ji-woo stands up from her crouch, her head tilting in confusion as she looked at him. "The movie?" Tae-hyun chimed in, still sitting beside Hye-mi, both of them equally as bewildered.
Ji-woo's eyes widen at what Cheong-san was hinting at, "Aren't they zombies? It's the same thing." Cheong-san tried to reason with the group, Ji-woo takes a step closer, exchanging looks with Cheong-san and the foam boy. "I mean, they're acting like zombies. No mentally sane human resorts to cannibalism after being bitten." She explains, offering the boy covered a fresh handkerchief.
"Zombies at our school? You watch too much TV." The foam-covered boy retorts, rolling his eyes. Ji-woo couldn't help but roll hers in return.
"Watch this. It's true." Cheong-san insists, pointing towards the window. Without hesitation, Ji-woo was the first to approach the glass, her heart racing. Wu-jin, Cheong-san and foam-boy gathering behind her.
The lawns were covered with zombies and students running for their lives, before the sharp sound of hands slamming against the window from outside startled them all. "What the fuck is that?" Foam boy gasps out, his breath shaking as Ji-woo stumbles closer to him.
The window slid open and suddenly, a boy pushed himself up, struggling slightly. "Bare-su! It's Bare-su!" Wu-jin and his friend explain, as they hurriedly try to help him in. "Bare-su?" Ji-woo asks more to herself than anyone else.
