"Shit," the frantic girl cursed.
The sound of abnormal straggly footsteps echoed throughout the compacted staircase, and with each gasp for air feeling as if a toxic fiery venom was seeping tortuously to smolder her airways, the young female knew she had to outrun them; it was the only way to survive in this horrid situation, and as her last desperate step to the top of their set journey, it was an abrupt shriek which rippled throughout her ears. Causing her senses to be pierced with newly welcomed slivers of fright; which made the already stressed girl, turn quickly of the direction of the individual it had come from, Sehun.
Stunned, as she stared in awe as the male cursed toward the flesh eating nuisance which clawed hungrily at his leg. Glancing toward her almost escape, she knew she’d have to go back for him; there was no way Naeun could have retreat without the childish boy before her. Without a second thought, she scurried down to where he had fallen, Doing her best to make it before the sinister being could possibly claw toward the thief she’d met yesterday, clenching her eyes shut, she cowered away from the gruesome sight she’d had foreseen as she raised the steal metal bar.
The sickening crack of a skull collapsing under the weight of this female’s crowbar rang out through the vicinity quickly filling the aroma around then and Naeun only then realized, it had been almost a month, maybe even a little longer, since she had killed her first ‘zombie’ and with that, the young female couldn’t ignore the fact that they all still looked like her. The vision of stringy dark hair and the terrible ice of dead, eyes adhered themselves to every undead being which filtered through the tiny entrance of the girl’s terrible decision. Now trapped by walls and another of the snarling, moaning cadavers dripping nauseatingly thick globs of flesh from decaying lips fast approaching, the female did her best to wrap an arm under the male that had been placed so pitifully ahead of her, almost forgetting about him, as she now averted her eyes away from the injured male. Letting them fixate on the dreadful path ahead.
"1…2... 3...” Naeun counted, as the frail figure did her best to pick him up as she attempted to support him. Heart pounding in the young woman’s ears, breath hitched and uncontrollable in her tightened throat, her crowbar clenched between white-knuckled hands and ready for any strike, she only hoped they could make it up the stairs before those things caught up.
"I hate to rush you…" words were glossed in a silk of gentleness that wasn’t often protruded by the said female as a pang of sympathy seemed to have been triggered, but with eyes still avoiding his, in fear of what he might have thought of her after the whole chaotic scene, her next words were heard after she cleared her throat awkwardly, having tried to support the other’s weight. “But, we need to hurry."