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alfie



the class clown












She always cared for the well being of others, but seldom was the care when it came to herself. The thought killed him, made him uneasy to the point that it made his chest hurt, but the wave of whatever this feeling was seemed to dissipate the moment she’d laid a hand on his head; touch was a powerful thing, how one’s touch could soothe another in a matter of seconds, without needing an exchange of words. Unfortunately for him, it seemed only friendly—granted, he didn’t expect more from it. No, they were friends, only friends, and he’d convinced himself that that was the only route that this would ever go in.

His face, however, shared a touch of calm beyond a storm that brewed.

Her words tickled the air, an explanation as to why Sebom had been so distraught making his blood boil again. Alfie was right to suspect some sort of relation to Namgil, even if he hadn’t done said thing directly. “I’ll take care of it, Binnie, trust,” the expression on his face was masked by a quick turn; Sebom may have felt fine now, but who knew what the future entailed.

***​

School sessions often filled up time with a constant drone from their teacher, something that Alfie had often tuned out until he couldn’t. A few disappointed glances here and there—he’d fallen a bit behind in the textbook, staring off to wherever he could as long as he could escape the grip of reality. In the corner, a pair of students who seemed to whisper among themselves, in another corner, one asleep, but the teacher hadn’t quite noticed; towards the front of the class, more students whose eyes were glued to the session, hands scribbling into notebooks like they were programmed to do so, almost lifelessly; and on his desk, alongside a few papers, were crumbs from the pastry he’d snuck between the times the teacher had turned to write.

Sunlight trickled through the windows, in between deeply colored clouds, shining against a few faces whose eyes couldn’t take the brightness. They squinted and so did he, mostly out of habit rather than imitation. “Ya, Alfie. You got a pencil? Mine broke,” a whisper interrupted his train of thought, not that he had much of one to begin with.

“You should’ve thought of that before you got here,” Alfie whispered back, playfully annoyed at the fact that someone had even bothered to ask him—not with his constant lack of writing utensils and papers, today was an exception, but one could’ve predicted that he didn’t have any anyways. He reaches into his bag, sliding the pencil onto the classmate’s desk before shaking his head, “I better get it back. I’m not rich, y’know.”

They nod back, aggressively clicking it until the lead makes its appearance. And from then on came the ear-ringing sound of squeaking lead against paper. “Jeez, can you write a lil’ louder?” That was it, Alfie seemed much more irritable than usual—may it have been the fact that he couldn’t do anything about Sebom’s state, the fact that he just genuinely couldn’t stand Namgil, or the fact that he’d been overwhelmed by just about anything, he didn’t know, nor did he care for an explanation of his inner workings.

The ticking of the clock leant him no favors, it filled the silence, but made time feel like it was going much slower. But lunch had rolled around, finally, and the pencil had made its return to his desk. He swiped the crumbs onto a stray piece of paper before balling it up to throw away, eyes scanning around the classroom before he gulps, looking in Eunrin’s direction. “So, truce?” Leaning over, he taps the eraser of his pencil on her desk, brows raised with anticipation, hoping that the answer would be “yes, truce. I won’t ever mad dog you again, Alfie.” or something along those lines.

Sebom seemed like she was in a rush, dashing off to wherever, which had only piqued his interest even more. It wasn’t often that she did that, usually sitting with him and Yubin for lunch time; something different was happening, not that he could pick up what it could be, but it made him uneasy. “She sure seems okay? Weirdly enough,” brown eyes looked over to whispering counterparts once again, a few giggles in between with smiles spread across rosy cheeks.











































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zombie

we're all fucked




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It all began with one student; Heo Jeo Min. He was the first to be infected by the scientist, no one really knows why he was the first but perhaps it was because of Jeo Min's affinity for science or that he just liked hanging around the science labs a little too much. He'd become the perfect target for the scientist and so one afternoon the scientist tied up Jeo Min and injected him. It started with a fever, then the blood pouring from the nose and eyes until Jeo Min had become nothing but a monster.

In all honesty the scientist only wanted to study Jeo Min, he didn't mean for the boy to get loose but alas he did and now the boy turned monster is prowling the school looking for anything to attack. The first victim was the poor school nurse, she was only trying to help but as quick a Jeo Min turned the nurse turned even quicker. This started a domino affect around the school as students were attacked and turned, a worse situation was getting even worse and the students have found themselves at the epicentre of it.

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what the fuck is going on!

location :
Hamji High School Library
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mentions :
weldherwings weldherwings

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Nam Gil
Cha
Se Bom
Okay, Se Bom had to admit that without the safety of the other students being here she was now scared. 'No, Keep strong. This ends today' Se Bom thought to herself. Nam-Gil walked over with his casual swagger and the sight made Se Bom grind her teeth. "Stop calling me a pig." She spoke but there was a slight hesitancy in her voice. "What have I ever done to you?" She demanded to know why he was such a fucking asshole to her, why had he picked her too torment? Well, Nam-Gil tormented a lot of students but why was he so persistent on hitting her where it hurt. "I've never done anything to you! But you single me out ever day. Tell me why!" She demanded her voice raising slightly. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she was fighting back tears, god why was confronting your bully so hard? "It doesn't make any sense!" Se Bom accidentally stamped her foot after saying those words, why did she do that? It was basically giving Nam-Gil fuel to bully her even more.

While Se Bom and Nam-Gil were having their confrontation the school as they know it was beginning to fall into chaos. Jeo Min, the first infected student was loose and was bringing to a wave of destruction with him, their screams and cries were drowned out by the libraries sound-proofed walls, the school had put them in to help students study better but now all they were doing was keeping Se Bom and Nam-Gil blissfully unaware of the carnage unfolding on campus but they wouldn't be able to escape it for much longer. "Tell me!" she demanded again looking at Nam-Gil was blazing eyes as she waited for his answer.

Just outside the library some students were being turned, others were running for their lives and seeking shelter. One student had burst into the library being chased by a hoard of 3 zombies. The student's uniform had a few sprinkles of blood but it was how frantic he was that caught Se Bom's attention, the student had basically thrown themselves into the library and crawled under one of the many study desks. A concerned Se Bom brushed past Nam Gil and walked over to where the student was and knelt down "Are you okay?" she asked innocently enough as the student's chest heaved as if trying to get their breath back.

It was the awful clacking sounds of teeth that Se Bom heard first followed by the whimper of the student under the desk, she turned her head looking at the three zombies that had just entered the library, her eyes went wide with shock. She was dead right? Nam-Gil had most likely murdered her moments earlier and this was hell because there was no way on earth she was looking at zombies! The student curled up tighter into a ball trying to mould themselves to the underside of the desk but it seemed that the zombies could pick up the whimpers from the student and began to stalk their pray. The seemed to move as one, bodies contorting in the most disgusting way, their teeth snapped viciously and as they ran their hands moved in front of them almost like a predator ready to rip at the flesh of their pray. The student from under the desk looked at Se Bom dead in the eyes and called for his mother before shoving Se Bom back a good few metres and it saved her from a very gruesome death as the students screams etched themselves into Se Bom's memory.

Se Bom's body filled adrenaline as she leapt to her feet and ran back towards where Nam-Gil was "We have to hide!" She snapped at her bully in a hushed panic tone.




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Could this day get any worse?! he thought to himself...the famous words that always predicated world ending events. Jin Sook had no idea what was approaching him and the others within the canteen and instead was poking at the slop on the tray before him. Slop would be an extremely harsh way to describe the food in normal circumstances, but with how he was feeling it may well have been dog food because he wasn't going to eat it.

He dropped his spoon and reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He flicked to the messages he had received from Se Bom and just stared at them. He hadn't seen her since what had happened and was frankly feeling embarassed. His behaviour was out of character but you can only take seeing someone you ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶ care about get bullied for so long. The more he stared the more he began to realise he needed to see her...to explain...to apologise...to just say...

RUN! a pained voice called out. If not for the agony in the yell it wouldn't have drawn Jin's attention. He turned to see a younger classman running into the cafeteria, blood streaming down his chest from a nasty looking wound on his face. Students throughout the cafeteria began to stand up and back away in horror, save for a few who went to check on the younger classman. GET OFF ME! WE HAVE TO...

The young boy arched over in pain, taking hold of his stomach with both arms. Those who had rushed to his aid were cautious approaching him given his outburst but it wouldn't be enough. The younger classman soon fell to the floor face first, unresponsive. A hushed silence fell over the students, most frozen in place by what was before them. Nobody knows how they will react when things turn ugly and for most the students freezing was their natural response.

The silence was soon broken by the sickening crunch of bone grinding on bone. The younger classman's body began to contort unaturally, arms bending backwards and twisting in ways that shouldn't be possible. In a show of insane strength he pushed himself from the floor, several feet into the air before landing upright. His arms reached forward and grabbed at a girl who had came to his aid earlier. His teeth tore into the soft flesh of her neck before a forceful tug separted the flesh from the neck. Blood sprayed across anyone within several metres and the girl dropped to the floor, a gurgled scream the only noise she could make.

The younger classman began to rush towards another of the students but was met with resistance as other students came forward to help keep him at bay. His teeth made a sickening noise as his jaw rapidly bit over and over towards his prey but it wasn't long before he was free however. The girl whose neck had been torn to bits had risen much in the same way and had attacked one of the students restraining him.

While this happened Jin Sook watched on in horror...that was the only word for it. Horror. He had watched films from all around the world about what was happening before him but that was just fiction...they weren't real. His eyes must have been lying to him but the blood curdling screams of his fellow students brought the reality that he wasn't dreaming, he wasn't imagining what was unfolding and in that moment he realised he had to move...fast.

Jin Sook lifted his metallic dinner tray and flicked the food off it, rushing towards the main cafeteria entrance. He was fortunate to avoid slipping on the blood that was pooling heavily on the floor, but it became apparent very quickly that he was going the wrong way. A large group of blood covered students began to swarm into the cafeteria and if not for those who had made for the exit before Jin Sook, he would have been one of the unfortunate ones to fall victim to the incoming swarm. A girl in front of him was slammed to the floor hard by a pair of athletes who set upon her flesh like rabid beasts. Jin stumbled backwards as one of the pair rose to their feet, their blood filled eyes set upon him. Snarling, the student rushed Jin and knocked him to the floor.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Jin began to yell. Fortunately he had managed to get the metal tray in the mouth of his attacker, but it didn't make it any less horrific. The student's hands began to pound at the arms of Jin, trying to get a good enough grip so that it could feel on him. Jin was deceptively strong, holding his weight well and capable of more than people would think but this student on top of him, was freakishly strong. Jin managed to use the tray and the rampaging student's body weight to free himself of his attacker but by time Jin was back on his feet, he was already being chased down. He quickly raised the tray to his side and drop it straight into the face the flesh crazed beast before him. The student fell to the floor but as before, was soon back to his feet. Jin however, was already on the move.

Jin rushed towards the counter where the dinner ladies served food and leapt over it. He couldn't see any of the dinner ladies, they must have already ran. He hurriedly began to shut the security gates as the students were scrambling in all directions to escape. With the last shutter half way down he began to wait for anyone who may run his way...he had to hope he could save some of the others. The situation was just so hectic, people were disorientated and in that situation the hungry infected were always going to win. He could see the massacre unfold and it would only be a matter of time before he'd have to lock the last of the shutters.

































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Song Eunrin
As the minutes within the classroom ended, Eunrin softly stretched her stagnant body seated on her desk chair, a little exhausted from the ever so boring student life. Paying attention to class and denoting the necessary information for the so called future society speaks of within these halls was equivalent to lounging around and doing nothing for Song Eunrin, of course, it was her obligation to do well as an enrolled individual and for her parents, they'd never raise a daughter who would end in failure. And, of course, the princess cannot falter in the eyes of her kingdom, not even once, or else the entire castle falls and she will be left behind, crushed within the rubble.

A nervous uttering of a forceful sympathy directioned Eunrin's absent eyes to Alfie, who appeared to continue to care for forgiveness... It's a good sign, but... Perhaps that specific painting was a little bit more important than the rest or Eunrin's more defensive of her work than she realizes herself, who really knows? "...We'll see what happens." She vaguely answered the clown's questioning, shrugging her shoulders and letting time heal the throbbing wound, as well as the boy's actions from now on. Eunrin doesn't doubt her careless classmate, he's proven himself to be a truly bright person, he'll probably receive a deserved relief sooner than later.

In other news, Eunrin needs to get on with her day, it is now lunch, time is of the essence and there are many tasks for her at hand, and so, she made her way outside... But not before turning around, gazing at Alfie, flashing the slightest of smiles, let's give him some hope, he has earned it. "...Thank you for the snack though, it was delicious." Eunrin calmly complimented the aspiring chef before taking her leave, already, her mind has shifted to someone else.
...
Sigh, the 'king' have to wait, as much as she wants to talk... Eunrin needs to focus on the people who actually had some sort of injury, physically or mentally or socially.
Now, where would a school newbie be? Probably following proper coordinations from the time table, so cafeteria it is... It took her less than 10 seconds to find Yodong sitting alone once Eunrin retrieved her own supplies, drowning out the whispers around as usual.

Getting someone to be comfortable is like a game of bluffs... Though perhaps the princess' victory was always foretold, she spoke calmly and softly, as if she was more interested in how he was feeling rather than getting to know him, people always want relationships to be quick to build, that's their main mistake... And, well, Yodong seemed nice, a little nerdy and neurotic, but nice.
Eunrin also took the chance to explain usual conduct at school and other informations, the more unspoken rules across the students, and-

It was all like clockwork.
Eunrin quickly ran over to the student who cried blood alongside a few others, however, she was a bit too far to properly reach the sudden injured, and so, she couldn't tend to them herself, but yet, she still attempted to get nearer and nearer, shocked that some people would resume eating at this point as crunching noises reached her ears.

If Eunrin was a little more speedier, that's where she would be.
In the place of the fallen girl jetting blood from her neck in front of her, that's where she would be.
The shock from that realization made her fall backwards as she attempted to get away from the bloody duo, that scene made no sense to her, no matter how much she repeated the facts, Eunrin couldn't process what was happening fast enough as she crawled backwards, delayed in relation to the most important seconds, she saw how that limp body moved back on it's own with her own eyes, and lunged at someone else.

Time had stopped, the world lost all meaning, Eunrin was completely lost in the absurd nonsensical truth of the scenario occuring beyond her, the only thing she could do is bask in consistent futile attempts to rationalize whatever was happening amidst the echoing chaos and panic of many others... She didn't know how long ago the incessant pleading or the shaking of her shoulder started, but once Eunrin sensed it, her adrenaline came back rushing in quickly as she saw a shaking hand held beside her.

Yodong has somehow filled his debt as he pulled her up and started running with her, not like his solidified morality matters now though, as what appears to be the apocalypse proceeded to play itself out within the cafeteria, carnage and bloodshed, an unexplained motive, all Eunrin knew was that their safety was in jeopardy.
Go for the exits?
No, students are going to overcrowd and get stuck on the doors, not enough time, someone screamed RUN before this all started, too much to think about, but they can't get out that way, something else is happening out there too.
Eunrin quickly yanked Yodong downwards a nearby table, an improvised solution for now.

She eclectically gazed across the bloody hall, desperately looking for a way out within fading gasps, her partner for now just as panicked though perhaps more outwardly than her...
There.
Half-opened shutter within the kitchen.
Maybe staff is working to measure, or perhaps there's clever minds at play, if neither, Eunrin just has to be fast...

The unlikely two silently looked at each other, the princess and the beggar both acknowledged their shared thoughts on objective... And quickly ran towards it.
Eunrin did not look around her if she was first or second, all she knew was to arrive beyond there, the chorus of noises around was too chaotic to properly deduce, Yodong was too far from her perspective to be attentive to, Eunrin purely focused on the shutter and that only...

Eunrin quickly launched herself beneath the shutter, sliding on the floor, hoping that she wouldn't come to regret this decision.
Hoping that she was following Yodong.
Hoping that this was all just a bad dream.
Hoping for survival.

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alfie



the class clown












Eun-Rin’s words were scarce, but nevertheless hard-hitting; while, yes, she was colder than most—this showed that there was even a chance at repairing something that didn’t exactly exist. It was only then that he also realized this: that most people will be harder to please than others, no matter the efforts. So he accepts it, gives her a nod, even gives her a hopeful smile in return before she disappears into the hall. There wasn’t much to dissect then.

His mind didn’t go anywhere else, either—not that there was anywhere else for it to go. In fact, there was the built up frustration that he, in fact, couldn’t even think of what to do next when they cross paths: maybe another awkward smile, another overbearing attempt at winning some sort of truce, maybe he won’t do anything at all. It shouldn’t have been important, but it was, the people-pleaser in him yearned for it, even if she wasn’t the warmest with him. Alfie could at least say he tried, maybe harder than he should have.

He sat in the seat for a bit longer, somewhat behind his classmates before he saunters off, backpack slung over his shoulder, one hand in his pocket and the other gripping one of the bag’s straps in attempts to keep the movement at bay as it swayed with his footsteps. There were bodies upon bodies, filing into one room—as big as it was, it was suffocating. From each scarcely decorated wall to the tables that lined the floors, to the undead.

Wait.

Blood pooled at his feet, the ticking of the clocks seemed to stop—no, they were drowned out by the gurgles of death that now painted the walls. He could feel his heart in his throat, welling up in fear and adrenaline, and his ears—they rang, loud. There was the crunch of bones, the smell of metal, and the terrified, pained screams of his classmates as flesh was rippled from the bone. Alfie was frozen momentarily, maybe in assessing where he’d go, what he should do, but his mind was going so fast that he couldn’t even think properly. In times like these, which he never thought he’d ever live, the only right thing to do was trust your gut.

He stared back at a girl his age, how the body was far from what it was as it breathed life; it made him wretch, cover his mouth as he slowly backed away before falling into a sprint. Her footsteps followed behind, as did the sound of screeching in the chase. “Shit, shit!” Alfie cursed under his breath, weaving between tables, “this isn’t fucking happening right now!” But it was, and there was no escaping it. These weren’t the zombies in the shows he watched—the type to walk so slowly that he could do a light jog. These were different, they ran, and they ran fast.

Blood covered shoes drifted against the floor, nearly causing him to trip before he caught himself to slide under a table, nearly getting snagged, but lucky enough to have been missed. He struggled to get himself up, separating himself from another zombie with a textbook he never used anyways (and he never intended to). The resistance made him struggle and the slip of his shoes did him no favors, but he pushed onward until he could get enough traction to steady himself and kick.

The body flew back, slipped on another few students, the rush of adrenaline made his cheeks feel numb, but never mind that. That was the least of his problems, he needed to get out, survive, and find Yubin.

Tired eyes searched for a weapon—anything.

“Gotcha,” Alfie rushed for a wooden broom, broke the handle over his knee before staving off a few more of them. They kept multiplying and at this rate, had he stayed longer, he’d be one of them too.

He caught a glimpse of feet sliding under a shutter, almost as if the universe was giving him a sign—that’s where he should go, there weren’t many choices anyways. So he does it, hastily slides himself over the counter, knocking a few things over—grabbing a bag of chips on the way—and slipping underneath. His backpack followed, but the rip in it widened with the slide. Its contents partially fell out, Alfie almost thoughtlessly grabbing for it before realizing that this wasn’t the ideal situation for that. Time shouldn’t be wasted.

His ears rang again as he pulled the bag in with him, holding it against his chest as he backed himself against a wall to collect his breath. In between gasps, Alfie speaks, eyes bouncing off of his colleague’s faces, “is anyone hurt?” That was all he could say.











































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kang namgil

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    Her demanding voice and foot stamping was almost too… well, cute.

    Nam-Gil had to press his lips tightly together, his nose crunching in delight as he watched this little human before him have a tantrum before him; she must’ve been studying childhood education to have been able to replicate such an outstanding performance. Hands still comfortably in his pockets, he watched with an amused grin on his face as she demanded that he stopped calling her a pig, and questioned what had she ever done to him. What had she ever done to him. That was classic. Her arrogation in discovering why he was acting this way around her was more admirable with each passing moment, but also fuelled passion and anger in his chest.

    “Ya,” he began, creeping even closer towards her, raising his finger and pressing it against her forehead, giving her a small shove with his fingertip. “You know exactly what you did. I know you have brain cells in that head of yours. Don’t try and act like you have no clue.” His hand snuck its way back into his pocket, a scoff slipping past his mouth as he tilted his head towards the ceiling. “Little Miss Piggie is being intolerable” He commented towards the great ceiling, ignoring that Se Bom was standing right before him and could latch onto his every word. “I wonder how much galbi sauce it would cost to cover her head to toe”

    The sounds of the library door bursting over was enough to shake him out of his monologue, his attention being pulled away from the glorious ceiling above them and shoved towards the sound. “What the-” he uttered, feeling Se Bom brush past him as towards the student that had rudely entered the room. “Tsk,” he scoffed once more, arching his gaze towards Se Bom who knelt down to talk to the student. “He so rudely interrupted us, and she’s concerned that he’s hurt? Let him suffer” he muttered under his breath, drawing his view to the books on the shelf at his eye level.

    His hand left the comfort and safety of its pocket and began to dance along with the spine covers of the books on display. His fingers traced the golden words Jiangshi on the side of the closest book, feeling his fingertips burn at the touch. “Jiangshi.” Nam-Gil whispered the word softly to himself, igniting memories of the past in his mind. How the children at the orphanage, who had come from many different backgrounds and cultures, would sit around and tell horror stories from their hometowns. A Chinese orphan, in particular, would always speak of Jiangshi; the stiff corpse. Someone whose soul refused to part from their deceased body due to reasons in life like being a troublemaker, or if they committed suicide. A horrific mindless creature that would hop along (something which Nam-Gil found quite hilarious; imagine a monster that hopped) and when it came across a victim, it would suck the life force out of them. The thought of it all was quite laughable, honestly. The stiff corpse, he lulled to himself internally, exhaling deeply as he took his hand away from the book.

    Once more, there was a disruption in the library. “Aish,” Nam-Gil hissed to himself, rolling his eyes as far back as possible as he turned around to get a better view of what was happening. There was Se Bom, rushing her way back to him and snapping at him. They had to… hide? “Huh?” he questioned her, his voice nowhere near matching the low hush that she was projecting to him. “Hide? Aish, did you hit your head or something? Did your last two brain cells leave?” He asked with a raised brow, patting the top of her head. And then he did something quite utterly stupid considering their situation. “Ya!” he called out over the bookshelf, unable to see the decomposing, bloodthirsty monsters that were hunting on the other side of it. “Didn’t I tell you to leave before? Do you want me to force you out of here? Huh?”

    The rolling sound of a death rattle echoed in his ears, followed by the sound of bones crunching against each other. Fear instantly crept over his body, radiating through every blood cell that circulated in his veins. What the hell was that sound? No, there was no way he could look weak at a moment like this. Especially not in front of Daegwi. “Ya!” Nam-Gil stupidly barked out once more, this time picking up a book off the shelf and throwing it over towards the ‘students’. “I said get out!”









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panicking
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here
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library
interactions
sebom & namgil
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ahn yu-bin
If perhaps Yubin wouldn’t have been the class president. Maybe she wouldn’t have ended up in this situation alone? If the homeroom teacher didn’t ask her to carry some of the class materials back to the teacher’s room; then she would have gone with Alfie to the canteen, and well, the zombie outbreak would still have happened; but at least she wouldn’t be terrified while being alone while still having those thoughts in the back of her mind, wondering if he and Sebom would be alright.

Something that was supposed to be a minimal task turned into a task of survival. How in a couple of minutes, as she went to the teacher’s room and set the materials on the desk, the world went downhill; as she was making her way back to the classroom with the mindset of meeting with her friends, she was received with a stampede of students running for their lives, pushing her to the wall. That was going to leave a bruise if she could survive.

With confusion and pain, Yubin wondered what was going on? And that’s when she saw it, a zombie right in front of her eyes and a single student running for her life. They were coming toward her and fear took over the class president’s body as she saw the girl fall just as the zombie reach her. The screams and the pleads for help filled Yubin’s ears, but she wasn’t able to move even if she wanted to. She needed to get up and leave, otherwise she would be the next victim.

She started crawling, trying to get up in the meantime even if her body felt stiff and she wasn’t even aware where she was going when she started running. Could there still be a safe place in the school? She doubted it, but the wisest thing to do was to leave, right? At least she wanted to find her friends. That’s when she heard him. The voice of Namgil was loud and clear, resonating through the library. Was he an idiot, or was he just wasn’t afraid of death?

As he was yelling at the zombies, Yubin thought this was the end for him. He could be the biggest bully in the school, but she doubted any of that would be useful when you were dealing with the undead. But could Yubin leave him? She didn’t even get along with him, and he was making Sebom’s life miserable. But did he really deserve to be bitten by a zombie and then turn into one?

She was sure she was going to regret her actions if things didn’t go like how she thought as she ventured inside the library as he continued with his yelling. If this was like in the movies, then they would be sensitive to the sound; but this wasn’t a movie and Yubin was far from being the main lead. But it was worth the try as the class president grabbed one book and with all her might throw it against the window of the hallway, breaking it, trying to hide as fast as she could and pray that she wouldn’t be caught. Now if Namgil could shut up for just a moment while they left the library, then they would be safe for now.

But just as she was hiding, she took notice of someone, a familiar face that felt like a relief to see safe, and Yubin felt like a weight was lifted from her shoulders when she saw Sebom but reunions needed to wait at least until they could be safe.

But what were those two doing in the same place while this disaster started?


Code by Stardust Galaxy ​
 
mood :
Yu Bin is so clever!

location :
Hamji High School Library
outfit :
mentions :
weldherwings weldherwings Stardust Galaxy Stardust Galaxy CaptainSully CaptainSully

interactions :
Nam Gil, Yu Bin and Jin Sook
Cha
Se Bom
Nam Gil's shouting brought the zombies closer and this was when Se Bom got a proper look at them. The first thing she noticed was their eyes, what would have once been a pair of warm chocolate eyes had been consumed by a pale grey which was highlighted by the bloodshot whites of their eyes. They no longer moved as humans, instead they contorted their body in the most grotesque way and it caused Se Bom's stomach to churn in the most unpleasant way. "Stop shouting!" She snapped at Nam-Gil noticing that the sound of his voice brought them ever closer. "Shut up or you'll kill us both!" Her body was still reacting to her first initial encounter, adrenaline still coursed through every artery and vein within her body and it caused her heart beat to go wild. This whole situation was fucked but Se Bom knew they had to get out of the library, if they headed any further back they'd be trapped. Their only exit was the one the group of zombies had just entered through.

Se Bom watched through wide eyes as the zombies walked closer to Nam Gil. While the bully might have been the bane of her existence she sure wasn't going to let him be ripped to pieces in front of her. "Ya! Get back." She spoke grabbing the back of his school shirt and pulling him back forcefully so that he was stood in the safety of the bookshelves. "What are we going to do? We can't head back?! God we're going to die here! I'm going to die with my bully." Se Bom spoke working herself up into a panic and then it hit her like a bus. Jin Sook. What had become of her precious Jin Sook? Had he become one of these awful creatures or had he been lucky like her? The thought of her Jin Sook becoming one of these hideous monsters caused a sharp pain in her heart 'No, He'll be fine. Jin Sook is strong.' She thought but the worry consumed every inch of her being and she wouldn't calm until she saw him but she didn't know how long she'd have to wait to see him again, heck she'd wait till her last dying day if she had too.

The shattering of the window was what snapped Se Bom out of her worry as she looked over and saw "Yu Bin!" She whispered as tears immediately began to fall from her face. Se Bom wanted to ask if she were okay but this was no time for conversations and it seemed that Yu Bin's dramatic entrance had distracted the zombies enough to give them a chance. "This is our chance!" Se Bom whispered softly to them both as she gestured towards the wide open door. The zombies wouldn't be distracted forever and so Se Bom was the first to take the chance to escape. She jogged over towards the open library door and looked around each corner nervously, one side of the hallway there was two zombies feasting on the remains of some students but on the other side of the hallway there seemed to be a clear path. Se Bom turned to her companions and gestured which way was safe for them to go. Now, Se Bom didn't really think ahead too much but she just wanted to get out of the library because it would've been a death sentence for them staying there and so once her two companions were at her side she set off running. All things were going smoothly, Se Bom was taking the zombie apocalypse in her stride! What a 21st century woman she was. Well, thats until she put her foot into a puddle of a former students blood and went straight to the floor.

As she fell to the floor she let out yell, this was enough to catch the attention of the blood thirsty zombies. Se Bom didn't realise her mistake until she had picked herself up off the floor and turned round to look at Yu Bin and Nam Gil. "I think we need to run." Se Bom suggested as she wiped some blood from her face.
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"COME ON! GET IN HERE!" Jin Sook called out fruitlessly. The cries of the infected and tormenting screams of the dying drowned him out. Several people managed to scramble under the shutter before he made the decision to get it shut, locking it off. Within moments of doing so forceful bangs from outside began to rattle the steel barricade. There was no knowing whether it was someone trying to get in for safety or to feast on those who had grouped together. Jin fell to the floor before spinning around to rest against the serving counter. He let out an anguished sigh before raising his head to see who had got in. At first he caught sight of the princess. They had never truly seen eye to eye but it was still good to see someone he knew.

Then the familiar voice of his ̶s̶e̶c̶o̶n̶d̶ best friend filled his ears, "Is anyone hurt?"

Jin scrambled over to his dear friend and wrapped his arms around him like a toddler seeing a parent for the first time after a days work.

"I'm so glad to see you," Jin said, forcing the emotion to stay deep within. "I didn't even realise it was you sliding in here, but thank whatever deity may be watching."

Jin Sook tried to force a smile but how could anyone possibly manage it with the sounds of screams echoing throughout every corner of the school? Jin slumped next to Alfie before turning back towards Eunrin. He stared for a moment before opening his mouth.

"It's good you managed to get in here too Eunrin...I know we don't exactly get on but we've known each other since we started school." Jin's face was one of sincerity as he nodded at the young girl. "I wouldn't want to see anything happen to you."

Jin continued to look around, spotting a younger classmen not far from Eunrin. He had no idea who he was but it didn't matter, they would need as many people as possible if they were going to get out of the situation they found themselves. He called over to the young boy.

"Hey...what's your name?" He could see the young lad was nervous, worried, scared...just like every other person in the room.

It was then Jin felt a very sharp pain in his chest as a realisation came over him. He reached into his pocket and hurriedly pulled out his phone, only to find the various school group chats were flooding with messages. As he trawled past those chat groups he tried to find the one person who mattered most...Se Bom. He could see that his phone had marked several messages from her as read, causing him to suck his teeth. "This thing is a piece of shit!" he yelled audibly. He rushed to type a message, sending it to her in the hope that she hadn't fallen to one of these things.

As he typed his eyes began to well up, the tears pooling quicker than the blood shed from the dozens of eviscerated students. For all of the jokes and poop emoji's on anything with her name, Jin Sook was being torn apart inside not knowing whether she was safe or otherwise. He had felt something similar before, albeit when they were younger and there was talking of him moving away. He didn't know what the feeling was then as he didn't put much thought into it but with the adrenaline coursing through his body, his brain was in overdrive. Even for someone as clueless about romance as he was, he quickly realised what he was feeling...something so obvious that pretty much everyone else in the school had already worked it out. Regardless, it only made the tears fall faster, as they would until he knew she was safe.

He rubbed at his eyes viciously, wary of the others in the kitchen with him seeing him so emotional. For all they knew he was just letting out the stress of the situation but when he caught eyes with Alfie, his friend would know exactly what the emotion was from. Even if Jin hadn't known what he felt, Alfie certainly did. Jin breathed in deep before letting out a long exhale, trying to calm himself down. He typed at his phone one more time before sending another message to Se Bom...he had to know she was okay.

💩Se Bom💩
them
Where are you? Are you okay?
them
I'm in the library, let me know where you are and I'll come and meet you. Hope you're okay < 3
me
Piece of shit phone! I'm in the cafeteria kitchen! I managed to get the shutters down so safe for now but please, just let me know you're okay!
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kang namgil

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    For the second time today, Nam-Gil was left frozen.

    The brief alteration with Jin-Sookie this morning had left him frazzled once he raised his arm, launching an attack of repressed memories of the battles he faced while in the orphanage. But this time, it was another image that left him so overwhelmed that he was for sure he was beginning to lose the use of his other leg as well. The screams echoed the hallways. Students ran frantically for their lives. In the far distance, Nam-Gil could’ve sworn he could see the flicker of fire, and the smell of smoke invading his senses. These were nothing more than visions of the past coming back to haunt him, and they would often visit his dreams to cause erratic fear to surge through his very being. But what wasn’t a dream was the screaming. And the people running for their salvation. That was real.

    These creatures, who were dressed up in the outfits of students, were running amok the halls. Their eyes, once full of beautiful, unique souls were now glazed, taken over by the monsters that possessed their bodies. Their bones crunched and cracked, and their bodies flexed in a way that a Cirque du Soleil contortionist would be left in awe. Se-Bom mentioned that these things were going to kill them; something which Nam-Gil was in great denial about. There was no evidence of what these things were. He was yet to see what they were capable of. In great disbelief and on autopilot, Nam-Gil had discovered that Se-Bom had been correct; these things were going to kill them. He watched as a student was torn to pieces before them. Their intestines spilled from the sides as the creatures suckled and harvested what they could. And then Nam-Gil did something so stupid. He made eye contact with the dying student. Their eyes, teary and wide, stared back at the bully. Their lips slowly moved, using up their precious energy, to mouth those precious final words; help.

    He felt like he was going to get sick.

    Another bloodthirsty monster raced over to the dying student, taking a large chomp out of the poor boy’s neck. At the same moment, Se-Bom gestured for both him and Yu-Bin to follow her lead. Was it really smart for Se-Bom to take the lead? What strength did she have if she were to come across a big scary, blood-hungry creature? Sure, she probably had some sort of brain that she could use to get herself out of the situation. But if this was anything like those horror films, wasn’t that what these creatures would want? A nice big juicy brain to chew on? Lucky for Jin-Sook, Nam-Gil thought to himself, an amused grin creeping onto his face as he allowed the brief moment of happiness in this dark, desperate time and the situation they were in. Good luck trying to find any brains in him.

    The yell was sudden, followed by the sound of someone hitting the floor with a thud. Wide-eyed, a startled Nam-Gil stared down at Se-Bom who had hit the floor and into a pile of… blood? And for some reason, his first basic instinct was telling him to help her up off the floor like some hero caring for a damsel in distress. But it seemed this damsel didn’t need any care as she picked herself up off the floor and turn to make her suggestion. She also wiped some blood from her face which made Nam-Gil’s stomach curl. The sight of it made the poor boy hunch his shoulders and his mouth to open wide, involuntarily gagging. “Sorry, you just-” he sent to quickly explain before his body wasn’t capable of looking at Se-Bom without wanting to expel everything. He gagged once more before lifting his leg and nudging Se-Bom with his foot. “Go! Move!” he snapped at her, praying that she would listen to her own suggestion and start moving.

    The sound of shuffling began to emerge from behind them. A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed his fears; they were coming. “Go!” he bellowed to the two girls, leaping into action. Without even thinking, his hand grasped onto Se-Bom’s blood-covered elbow and began to drag her as he ran with full force. The fear of being caught was outweighing nausea in the pits of his stomach that was causing him to gag at the sight of blood before. But the biggest fear of it all was wondering how long he was going to last. His damn prosthetic leg wasn’t a running blade, nor had he opted for a model that was designed for such strenuous tasks. Sure, he had been trained on how to run with it. But did he look like someone who was sprinting every single day? He could feel the pressure on the tip of his leg’s stump in the prosthetic socket and the friction of the socks rubbing against his scars. But if he was going to survive this, he was going to have to push through the pain.

    “Fuuuuuccckkkkk” Nam-Gil hissed through his teeth as they ran through the hallway, his body ablaze as they sprinted. The fire didn’t take him down. The orphanage didn’t end him either. He wasn’t going to let some half-dead idiots be the reason his life was going to end today. “Where the fuck are we going?!”








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Song Eunrin
Hey.
She's alive.
Eunrin needed to properly listen to her own beating heart to realize that she was safe after all, she made it inside the kitchen. Never Eunrin would have thought that the kitchen would serve as an area of safety for the first time she'd ever step inside, it was always just a far away environment from her, briefly seen, but quickly shifted away into the unreachable unknown of her day to day agenda. She can see the ceramic tiles for the first time, the well used furniture around them, and of course, that shutter.

That rattling metal shutter echoing with the most gutteral and monstrous noises Eunrin had ever heard in her entire life, it entrapped her in a state of shock as she absentmindedly stared beyond it, wondering just what sort of scenario is happening through it.
Was this all some sort of well constructed prank made in bad taste? Just an incredibly real lucid nightmare in her dreams? A collective state of hysteria?
The reality couldn't enter the princess' brain as the adrenaline left the frame for proper reasoning to take it's usual place in the artwork of her mind.

It just... doesn't register, whatever those students are going through, it's not from this world, at least it's not supposed to be, it's otherworldly, unfitting in Eunrin's perfect world.
It's a change for too grotesque and brutal for her to process logically, someone just attacked someone out of nowhere after a fall... And somehow that rage was transmitted across the entire student populace? Why are they still normal? Did everyone mutate except for them? Did something happen across the country but they're somehow immune?

Lost in deduction, Eunrin desperately tried to find a solution, she always has something to do when something happens, she always has the answer to every question, she must have one for this peculiar rage as unexplainable as it is. Everything around her fell into dissociative hearing as Yodong proceeded to have a seemingly much more louder breakdown beside her, and the two other boys, one attempting contact but swiftly heading away, the other assumedly just as lost as her... Eunrin probably knows them by their familiar sounding voices and recognizable physiology, but she's far too focused in something else at the moment.

Why?

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The squelch of blood and bone followed behind them, agonized screams of the ones left behind ringing in his ears as he sought comfort in the words thrown into the air. Then an embrace, one that brought him back to reality, the safety of a friend lent him warmth—a sense of grounding. Words snuck between clenched teeth, a response that seemed breathless, “I—yeah. I am too, man. You’re not hurt are you?” Alfie felt the presence next to him, slump down as if weakened by the ordeal—which Alfie couldn’t blame him for. Whatever this was, it wasn’t good; but the worry only seemed to brew deeper. While, yes, he was relieved to have made it this far—regrounded himself with the familiar faces in his life—Alfie continued to think onward onto the next looming bout of zombie predation.

Jin was better than him, acknowledged the fact that Eunrin had made it in alive; unlike Alfie, he was able to shake from his daze, keeping in mind that she must have been shaken too. This is one of many realizations of Alfie’s—how the selfishness only seemed to encompass itself further around him. Or maybe Alfie, which he doubted himself, was far too frazzled to even think about this. Eunrin was a person, though they weren’t close, nor did they get along, but Alfie seemed to have momentarily forgotten that she was there, too.

Guilt crept into his lungs, finally beckoning him to look up towards her direction—a half-smile that only held some truth to it, “Eunrin. I didn’t realize it was you—thank God you’re here.” Maybe he was better than he’d thought, the sincerity in his voice far more prominent than he’d first realized. His eyes studied her further, how she wordlessly sat as Jin took the initiative. A leader in his own right and, dammit, Alfie was relieved they were lucky enough to cross his path.

His eyes steadily sat on Eunrin, concerned in her thoughts—hoping that she wouldn’t find herself drowning in them. And thus, he’d began to search his pockets for his phone, but with only the face of disappointment following as he felt the cracks run up the front side of it; the left, blacked out, the right, glitching so much to the point it didn’t know what direction to scroll in. “Fuck,” Alfie cursed under his breath, threatened to throw it at the wall but held the rage back, swallowed it down like an oversized pill. “We need to find the others. But—” the young man looked back towards the shutters, listened to the patter of fists against it, “we need to arm ourselves. You know, like—like those stupid fucking zombie movies.” He’d managed to stumble over his words, even with the forced confidence that surrounded them.

“Yubin, Sebom; those two, we need to find them.” Yubin, even her name sparked some sort of hope in him, despite the situation. There was the tug in his chest, the one that only appeared in a few thoughts: she has to be alive, his friends have to make it out of here alive. Calloused fingers reached for the broomstick, edge of it sharp and splintered, the other reaching for the bag of chips, his teeth ripping them open before he reaches them out. “Now, shit—fuel up.” It was as if life was breathed back into him, the adrenaline continuing to pump through his veins at the thought of finding a passage out of there with the lowest chance of being torn apart like his counterparts.











































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mood
panicking
outfit
here
location
art classroom
interactions
sebom & namgil
tags
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ahn yu-bin
Yubin followed Sebom, who was the one that took the lead once they could escape from the library; telling them where to go, as if she was some kind of the leader of their unusual survival group. The class president didn’t think too much about the actions of her best friend; but if Sebom could take them somewhere safe; then Yubin would follow her to wherever she thought it was the right way to go. That was what when in Yubin’s mind before she saw the girl falling down because of the blood of a most likely zombie student by now.

Seeing Sebom covered in blood made Yubin feel nauseated at the sight in front of her, but she couldn’t let her emotions take over her. Even if the last thing she wanted to experience was the smell and view of blood. Which was ironic if she was supposed to be the one preparing to become a doctor in the future; one that she wasn’t even sure she would have. But the yell that her best friend let out was enough to put Yubin on the edge as the sound of the zombies approaching was getting louder and louder. Yubin started running as she saw the other two sprinting or more like Namgil running while he dragged Sebom with him.

The desperation was taking over the group. They were just running, not knowing where to go or which place wasn’t infested by the zombies. They needed to find a place where they could be safe in the meantime until there was a plan of action. One she wasn’t sure a group of high school students could come up with and survive by attempting it. “Where the fuck are we going?!” Namgil hissed as he continued running. Just like her, he was running thanks to the adrenaline rather than actually having a destination in mind.

Yubin started thinking hurriedly. Was there a room that could be free from the zombies on the floor they were in? Was the broadcasting club classroom on this floor or on the next one? Perhaps it was the fear that wasn’t allowing her to think straight. The zombies were approaching, and she was sure that at any moment, they would catch up to them. That’s when Yubin finally saw it, the art classroom. Yubin rushed to the room, trying to open it before it was too late. As soon as she open it, she was received by an empty classroom entering and waiting for the others to enter before closing the door, hoping that the zombies would leave them alone.
“Are you two okay?”
She said as she let out a tired sigh.
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mood :
'I'm covered in blood and feel gross'

location :
art classroom
outfit :
mentions :
weldherwings weldherwings Stardust Galaxy Stardust Galaxy CaptainSully CaptainSully

interactions :
Nam Gil, Yu Bin and Jin Sook
Cha
Se Bom
It was sticky, she'd fallen in a sticky puddle. The young woman looked down at her hands and saw the clotted crimson red blood covering her arms, legs and torso, the sight made her want to empty the content of her stomach immediately but she had no time for that unless she also wanted to end up like the poor victim of this puddle. She heard the gagging noises from Nam-Gil and the nauseating look from Yu Bin, this all felt a little too real now. Was she really at school running for her life? This was supposed to be her safe space but yet again it seemed that everything has gone wrong. Sebum wiped her legs but it only caused the blood to smear more, the best she could settle for was wiping her hands on her shirt which was now a dark red but at least it wasn't on her skin. Wait, How did you become a zombie? In a split second Se Bom went through every single piece of knowledge she'd gained about zombies from the media, normally becoming a zombie was done through a bite but could getting blood on the skin cause infection? What would happen if the blood came into contact with an open wound?

Her mind was travelling a hundred a miles a minute but the grasp on her elbow brought her back down to earth. Surprisingly, it was Nam-Gil who was dragged her sprinting down the hallway and as they sprinted Se Bom turned to see what was chasing them, bad idea because hot on their tail was a group of snarling, viscious people who only this morning were a greeting their friends after the holiday. As the trio ran Yubin and Nam-Gil seemed to be sharing words but Se Bom was far too concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other to listen. Yu Bin really was their saviour once again as she headed straight for the art room throwing open the door, Nam-Gil practically dragged her through the door with Yu Bin slamming the door behind them with the force of a pro wrestler. "Are you two okay?" Yu Bin asked and Se Bom really didn't know how to answer, maybe she'd just cry instead, no she couldn't cry yet! She'd at least have to wait 24 hours to confirm that this whole situation and not some horrible nightmare perhaps if she just closed her eyes and open them she'd wake up at home in her bed. Se Bom closed her eyes and then opened them and then burst into tears. "I'm not alright! We're being chased by fucking zombies in our school!" She said walking over to the sink that was normally used for washing paint brushes and twisted the tap on. She leaned over and cupped her hands letting the cold water run into them before scrubbing at her face. She then followed with her arms and legs and scrubbed until the only trace of blood was on her stained shirt.

As she dried off her face she walked over to Yu Bin "Are you okay?" she asked her looking her over in search of any injuries, Se Bom then looked over to Nam-Gil "You okay too?" She asked but in reality she did want to ignore him but he really did save her ass out there. Once confirmed that they were both not turning into zombies Se Bom finally took a seat at one of the obnoxiously hard art room chairs "What are we going to do?" she mumbled to herself, how on earth was this happening?

Se Bom ran a hand through her hair and looked up at the other two who looked exhausted "Maybe we should rest here for a while?" she suggested as all their nerves were frayed and adrenaline coursed through their veins, if they made any dumb decision it could mean life or death quite literally. "We should try and find the others." Se Bom said. Now, Se Bom seemed surprisingly calm about finding the others, it were as if she knew they were alive I mean how could Alfie be dead? That boy is feral most of the time, he's most likely ripping off some zombies head with his bare hands or crawling up the side of the school in search of Yubin. Her mind turned to Jin Sook, he was alive and she knew it, he couldn't die without her permission but being separated from him in this sort of situation had her worried and it caused her heart to ache. "We might be able to contact them!" Se Bom said reaching into her pocket expecting her phone to be sat there but unfortunately it was empty. "My phone! I must've dropped it when I fell." She spoke her words filled with frustration, how was she supposed to reunite wither boyfriend best friend now! Did she have to leave it to chance? This whole situation was shit and now she couldn't even contact the only person who made her life sparkle, the only person who knew the truth about everything, the person who'd she'd spent almost everyday with, the person she loves. Tears dropped from her eyes, she'd find him alive and well, she knew she would.

"Yah, Nam-Gil? Are you okay?" Se bom said noticing that his normal menacing and down right rude persona had slipped for just a second "Did you get bitten?" She asked as it was the obvious question.
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    His heart raced in his chest, rattling in his ribcage, and bruising his lungs as the adrenalin flooded his body. Nam-Gil hissed his breathing through his teeth as he fought through the pain radiating through his leg and as he ran for his dear life. What was that saying about life? Eat or be eaten? He had been so unaware of how precise that saying would be in his future. Had this been any other moment in life where he would have to rely on someone else to find a safe spot to hide, Nam Gil would’ve refused to venture into the art room with Se Bom and Yu Bin. He would’ve opted to keep running to find the most perfect spot. However, it was really a life-or-death situation. Nam Gil was going to have to bite down on his pride and trust Yu Bin for once. That, and if she was wrong and they died, at least the two of them were going down with him.

    Yu Bin slammed the door shut, right before the hoard slacked into; banging their blood-drenched bodies against the wooden fixture. He knew that he couldn’t relax with just the door closed. So, as the girls questioned their wellbeing, and as Se Bom began to rid the evidence of her fall, Nam Gil hurriedly began to push some of the tables and chairs against the doors of the room. The sweat was dripping from his brow as he aligned the tables with precision against the door, ensuring that no one could get in or out. Finally, as he positioned the last table in place, he released a shaky, exhausted breath. How long had he been holding his breath? His lungs ached, yearning for the sweetness of fresh oxygen to circulate through his body.

    You okay, too?

    Why had it somewhat shocked him that she had asked him that? Sure, Yu Bin had asked them as they entered the room if they were okay, but it had felt more directed to her friend rather than him. As he attempted to steady his breath, his hands pressed against his hips as he concentrated on the feeling of his lungs opening and closing, he simply nodded towards Se Bom. He barely had any breath to pull enough energy and combine a sentence, so a nod would have to do for now. Slowly but surely, as Se Bom continued to speak, he found himself controlling his breath. However, it was once he was able to control it that he started to realise the immense pressure and pain radiating through his amputated leg. Jesus Christ, he was not built for running like a track star. Pressing his lips and frowning, he placed his hand on his upper thigh. Oh yeah, that was sore.

    Nam Gil wobbled the slightest as he took hold of a nearby chair, collapsing down with a massive sigh. Placing both his hands upon his upper thigh, he began to massage it ever so carefully. What he would pay to just take off the damn leg and let his leg breathe. But in a situation like this, it probably wasn’t the smartest.

    Yah, Nam-Gil? Are you okay?

    There she was again, asking if he was okay.

    A rosey tint scattered across his cheeks as he looked up at the girl questioning his wellbeing. However, it was short-lived as she asked if he had got friggen bitten. That warm, fuzzy feeling that had been harbouring in his chest was now filling with frustration and annoyance. “Did you get bitten?” he mimicked her, mocking her girly voice before looking at her with a stone-cold face. “No, I didn’t get bitten. I just… got a cramp in my leg…” The pain continued to run up his thigh, even as he continued to put pressure upon it. “I wouldn’t have gotten this cramp if I didn’t have to drag your fat ass halfway through the school. Yah, you should be thanking me! Without me, you would’ve been the dessert on their menu.”

    Okay, maybe that had been a bit mean.

    Woah, who was this? Nam-Gil with a conscience? That’s something you don’t see every day. Well, you also don’t see brain-hungry zombies running around your school every day, do you? Today was just a day of mysterious becoming unravelled, I suppose.

    Pressing his lips together, he could feel something burning in his pocket. Oh, that’s right. His phone. Se Bom had mentioned that she had dropped her phone and she wouldn’t be able to contact her friends. Why should he give a damn about that? And yet, for some reason, he did care. “Just…” He grumbled, in complete and utter annoyance with himself. Nam Gil dug his hand into his pants pocket and pulled out his mobile phone. He then raised it up in the air, looking over at Se Bom. “Yah. Do you want it or not? Otherwise, I’ll play Candy Crush the whole time we’re here and drain the battery”








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Song Eunrin
"...And Namgil."

Eunrin finally answered with an addition to that list, her body less heavy to move, she slid her way up alongside the wall with a soft grunt, even softer in relation to the banging monstrous noises from beyond the shutter. "I bet he's fine, but I want to make sure... That's the same for anyone we happen to run into, whatever's happening, no one else can d-..." The perfect mask of a brave heroine would be easy enough for her to slip into, but the realization of the occuring massacre continues to cast a destabilizing shadow... Eunrin's desperation to quickly act and move in an ignorant regard to her mental processing echoes within her mind. "...No one else can die." She is not scared.

...
A brief pat down told what Eunrin already knew, she left her phone with her backpack as usual, after all, there's better things to do in school rather than look in your phone all day, such as handling the next worry in someone's life... It's a little funny to her, that despite everything, she's still thinking about her own schedule, as if this all will vanish in a second. How many people will Eunrin never see again after today if it really is, as what Alfie mentioned, a zombie movie being played in reality? How much work will be all for nothing? What would have they been like if this hadn't happened? She can think of that hypothesis loud and clear, but it's not registering enough.

It's clear to Eunrin that she has to acquire her safety and of those around her, including anyone they can save... However, like the ones around her, there is someone she wants to make sure is safe, 'reliable' as he often is leads to a more probable outcome of his survival...
But Eunrin won't just leave it to the universe, she wants to make sure.

"Yodong." She called out, both introducing him to the duo and the newbie to his senses again. "His name is Yodong, I helped him earlier today." Eunrin nonchalantly said, observing as the new student nervously nodded to his seniors and attempted to readjust himself. As for the princess, well, she's on the move already, they can't remain still, right?

Making the initiative to survey the kitchen herself... Her eyes listed down anything she saw as her head pondered what could reasonably be around here, it's unfortunate that they don't have any more survivors or staff other than themselves, but they should be able to get out of here. "...Jinsook, try calling the authorities or at least outside, after that, get contact with someone inside." Eunrin started to suggest... Though it could sound more like orders given her blasé way of talking, her hands searching through what looked like silverware. "Alfie, you cook, you must have been here before at least once, is there a vent or any other way out?" She continued, holding up two of the largest knives she could find... A little hesitant, but nodding with resolve.

Approaching the group again, Eunrin threw a knife over to Yodong, who proceeded to completely fumble the catch, stumbling over to grab it... After a moment, Eunrin looked down at her feet, sighed, and looked back up. "...Thank you both for the shared worry, I am also glad that both of you are safe." ...She hoped that sounded honest enough to them, for someone that really strives for others and for an art club member, it's a surprisingly hard endeavor for Eunrin to express herself. Though, she is genuinely glad that they think that way, Eunrin probably felt like they had many reasons to hate her, especially Jinsook, as hard as she tried to be a friend towards both victim and aggressor, the latter relationship most likely soured certain perspectives of her... But opinions and judgements are for later, first, escape and security.

"...Speaking of fuel... Do we have a gas stove?"

CaptainSully CaptainSully miyabi miyabi
coded by kaninchen
 



park jin sook 박진숙
































💩Se Bom💩
them
Where are you? Are you okay?
them
I'm in the library, let me know where you are and I'll come and meet you. Hope you're okay < 3
me
Piece of shit phone! I'm in the cafeteria kitchen! I managed to get the shutters down so safe for now but please, just let me know you're okay!
me
Please be okay Se Bom❤️ [message=me]Se Bom???
Jin wildly typed a message into his phone again, sending it to the only person that he could think of in that moment. She hadn't responded to his other message 30 seconds earlier so logic clearly said to send another. Logic did not tell him to get in touch with the authorities, that came from Eunrin. As she spoke he shook his head trying to focus himself. "You're right...yeah...on it."

He hurriedly typed at his phone screen until the phone began to ring. Unfortunately for him and the others, it rang once before going to an automated message. He quickly put it onto loudspeaker for the others to hear over the banging of the shutter.

"Your call it important to us, please wait as we are experiencing a larger than usual volume of calls. You are, 307th in the queue."

Jin Sook's face contorted in shock at the volume of calls going to the police, it clearly meant that what was happening was beyond their school. Whether it came from there or somewhere else was irrelevant...they weren't getting help. Jin ended the call with an audible grunt.

"Dammit!"

He got up from the floor and began scouring the kitchen, becoming oblivious to the world around him. He rooted through sinks and drawers, grabbing any knife he could find. He began to line them all up on the counter top like a miniature weapons arsenal. However the simple fact of their situation was, they were in a terrible situation and with what was on the other side of the door, they would need to defend themselves. He picked up two of the largest blades he could find and wielding one in each hand.

"Right then...let's eat, get some supplies and get out of here...I have to find Sebom."


































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alfie



the class clown












To trust the genuine poise in Eunrin's voice was hard to do; with their ongoing battle, that of which he's noted for what felt centuries long, their disagreements and the sure thought that perhaps she'd taken the lesser liking of him---Alfie forced himself to give the benefit of the doubt. In more ways than one, she was right. An attempt to call the authorities was a course of action that should've been enacted eons ago, yet with Jinsook's response, the frustrated mess he'd become as the pang of an automated voice answered his call, it proved no use. Another dud, one that he wished could've been the answer to the nightmare that shouldn't have been: this scenario, the position they were in, he'd only seen it in shows and movies. Games and pop culture. Fantasy becomes reality and, suddenly, he grows a distaste for it.

The chips overwhelm him with a bitterness as the call ends, a heavy gulp between crunches before throwing the bag in the trash---littering the last of their worries, but a worry of his nonetheless. Here then, action is heeded: Yodong armed, Jinsook, too. There was the momentary rush of hope in such a sight, one that called out one thing: that they had a chance, and though the chances may have been slim, it was better than nothing.

His brows arch, wrinkled inner corner furthering the expression of determination welled behind crumbs and sweat. "No matter what happens, we stay together. But we need to cover up, too," Alfie spoke with the overwhelming scratch in his throat, the consequence of terrored screaming he couldn't bottle up, "y'know, somethin' thick. To cover our arms and legs." Rule number... there were far too many rules to count, always stay covered. It'll be harder for a zombie to chew through; that's how it works, right? He calculates all formulas, rationalities, and degrees; brain overheating from the smallest morsel of such ideations, an overwhelming sense of frustration pinned against the walls of his skull.

"Magazines. Or--no, notebooks! It should be thick enough. Can't chew through thick layers of paper," a lightbulb sparks, his hand raised in short-term excitement as he reaches into partially-ripped backpack, procuring notebooks scribbled in inked doodles. Notebooks and tape. Tape. His eyes, once more, search on behalf of his tired brain. "The utilities closet, it should have a few things we need, right?" The pacing of his words hasten, quick breaths in between, unsure if it is the adrenaline or the fact that he may have found a way to buy them some time before imminent doom.

Deep brown eyes survey the room quickly, ventilation systems are often connected, spread out throughout the school; Alfie may not be a genius, but he does know that this could be a possible pathway. "Yodong, gimme a boost, will 'ya? Hand me that knife, too," he watches his counterpart nod, his clumsy gait veiling over Alfie an uncertainty, "nevermind. Jinsook. Boost me? Maybe I can loosen the screws with the knife."











































♡coded by uxie♡
 

mood
pls answer
outfit
here
location
art classroom
interactions
sebom & namgil
tags
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ahn yu-bin
It almost felt like a miracle that they could get away from the zombies in one piece. Maybe they were just extremely lucky; or they were just making their suffering longer while trying to survive on a doomed destiny that was sealed when the first zombie appeared. But Yubin didn’t want to think like that. She wanted to be positive that things could get better, that she would eventually find Alfie and leave school in one piece with Sebom and now Namgil, but just as the minutes passed, that slight hope was decreasing.

But even if they were stuck in the art room, it almost felt like she was free, or maybe her mind was just trying her best so she wouldn’t lose it because she was supposed to be the one that was calm and collected; the voice of the reason in this entire situation. Because that’s what everyone expected from her, what she believed Sebom and Namgil in his unique of doing things expected her to act and not the scared cat persona she wanted to let out. If only Alfie was there, then things would be easier. He could make her feel at ease, but now she wasn’t even sure if he was still a person or now he was part of the army of zombies that were roaming around the school. Yet she couldn’t fulfill her mind with those thoughts. She had to make it out of that classroom first and make sure that both Namgil and Sebom left in one piece.

“This is not the time for you two to fight. We have to come up with a plan of what are we going to do. We can’t stay here forever, you know? I suggest first we need to get a hold of ourselves. What happened in the library was too much for everyone, so a break it’s needed at least to comprehend this situation. During that time we can try to decide where we should go next, hoping that is not already packed with zombies. And well... we also have to find something we can use to protect ourselves. I am sure there has to be something we can use. So let’s make the best out of the time we have.”
Yubin started saying, hoping that it would be enough to calm those two in the meantime.

“I want it.”
Yubin said as she took Namgil’s phone snatching it out of his hand and walked around the room as she dialed the number she knew by heart, probably wasn’t the wisest idea to call him as someone more reliable to pick up his phone could have been Jinsook if he was with him, but the selfish desire to hear his voice took over Yubin’s rationality.
“Please answer the phone. Please let me hear your voice once again, even if it’s for the last time. So it can stop me from losing my mind."
She thought as the sound of waiting for the other person to answer became longer and longer. Yubin for sure was going to be on the edge to give up everything if he didn’t answer and by the look of it, that was going to be the case.
Code by Stardust Galaxy ​
 
mood :
'I'm covered in blood and feel gross'

location :
art classroom
outfit :
mentions :
weldherwings weldherwings Stardust Galaxy Stardust Galaxy CaptainSully CaptainSully

interactions :
Nam Gil, Yu Bin and Jin Sook
Cha
Se Bom
Nam-Gil was as condescending as ever but perhaps Se Bom shouldn't have jumped to such conclusions about him being bitten. "Yah! You don't have to be so rude!" Se Bom snapped at him carefully studying him just in case he was bitten, he might be the type to hide a zombie bite because after all there is always one of those in zombie movies. He mocked her by saying that he was going to play candy crush till the battery ran out and before Se Bom could spout into yet another angry tirade Yu Bin cut her off.

Oh Yu Bin, currently the only voice of reason amongst the trio, Se Bom watched as Yu Bin took the only working phone pressing the buttons violently before holding it to her ear. Se Bom knew who she was calling; Alfie and if she had any luck Jinsook would be with him. She'd been so focused on her own survival that she hadn't yet had time to process the thought that Jinsook might currently be a zombie, the thought pained her immensely thinking that person who she'd shared most of her life with, the boy who'd comforted her, who'd made her laugh endlessly could potentially have been reduced to nothing but a mindless zombie. Her stomach dropped at the thought and so her eyes keenly watched Yu Bin, she prayed that the phone line would connect on the other end and she'd find out if her Jinsook was either a mindless zombie, was with Alfie or his whereabouts were unknown.

Her eyes cast up to the hoard of former students that were pressed up against the class, their eyes were what scared Se Bom the most because what had once been filled with concerns for studies, happiness for seeing their friends again had been replaced with an unjust hunger for human flesh. One zombie clawed their teeth violently against the glass causing scratches but within those teeth Se Bom could have sworn she spotted a piece of red dangling from one of her molars. It sent a shiver down her spine and she wanted to push the thought out of her mind and so she looked at the only distraction within the room; Nam-Gil.

He'd been complaining of leg cramp but when she watched him softly massage his leg she rolled her eyes "You can't get rid of a cramp like that, you have to stretch it out." Se Bom said looking at him once again measly massaging his leg. "You're going to make it worse, let me help otherwise you're going to end up as, how'd you put it? Ah dessert for them." Se Bom said flicking her eyes up towards the zombies.

She walked over to him and started to reach out the touch his cramped leg.
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kang namgil

don't let me drown




  • scroll

    “I want it”

    The phone that he had been holding out for little piggie was not taken by one with hooves but rather by Yubin. “Ya!” Nam-Gil automatically responded, the slight shock filling him for a moment as she had unexpectedly swiped it from his hand. “A ‘thank you’ would’ve been nice. Aishh.” He shook his head, almost hissing at the girl who seemed to be far more focused on making a phone call. Tilting his head to the side, he glimpsed at Yu-Bin as she anxiously awaited for the person on the other end to answer. Just past the girl’s head, Nam-Gil could see the hoard of students pressing up against the window. Hissing, chest crackling and groaning in agony as they could sense their presence but were unable to reach them. He caught sight of one of the - whatever they were now - students, mouth filled with blood, running their scarlet-drenched tongue against the glass window, leaving a stained trail along the way.

    Ugh

    Nam-Gil pulled a face full of disgust, turning his gaze away from the window and back to the real problem at hand; his leg. His thigh was on fire. He planted his hands upon his upper thigh once more, putting weight onto the pressure points. A sharp sting ran up his side and towards his hip, causing a hiss of pain to slip past his lips. Dear Lord, tell me no one heard that he cursed at himself. The last thing he needed was to seem weak before these two girls. He was a man after all. He needed to show his strength - limb or no limb.

    As Se Bom began to speak, it was like nails onto a chalkboard. Rolling his eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse of the back of his skull like those zombies roaming the hallways, he slowly lifted his gaze from his leg to the girl that stood before him. “Are you my Umma?” he mocked her, once again, his mouth and eyes in a wide comedic gesture. “Do you want to wipe my ass too next time I need to do boom boom in the potty?” But then she said something that warranted a frown in confusion; Let me help. Help…? Help with what?

    It was when she began to approach him, hands reached out to touch his non-existent limb, that he finally realised what she meant. His blood ran cold; the sight of Se Bom approaching in such a way was far more scarier than those blood-thirsty creatures chasing after them in the hallways. “Ya!” he yelled at the girl, using his real leg to push the chair against the floor. The chair scraped across the floor, reestablishing the distance between the two as panic set into Nam-Gil’s chest. He then lifted up that same leg as his hands remained on the other, focusing on the pressure points, and directed his foot towards Se Bom. “You want me to throw you out there with the others, huh? Take another step forward and I can make it happen” His eyes were wide and his nostrils flared. He was not playing around. “Whose to say you’re not already one of them? What if you’re just trying to get close to me so you can have a tasty little meal, huh?” He lowered his leg, settling it back into position once more before lifting his hand to point at the girl instead. “How ironic. The little dwaeji going around to eat humans. I think those monsters outside would love to have a little snack of your crackling. Should I give them some salt and side dishes too?”

    Tearing his gaze from Se Bom, Nam-Gil directed himself towards Yu-Bin who was still using his phone. “Ya! Tight-ass Yu-Bin-ah! Are you finished yet?” he called out towards the girl.








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