“N-no. But you didn’t!” You tried weakly to protest.
“I shouldn't stay with you any longer. If I hadn't come to my senses, I would've bitten her.”
“No, wait. Stop!” Su-hyeok tried but she just took a step towards the door as she spoke with determination.
“I'll go.”
“Please wait,” On-jo begged, stopping Nam-ra in her tracks. She then turned to Cheong-san. “You saw Gwi-nam get bitten by zombies?”
The boy rolled his eyes before answering. “I told you a hundred times, yes.”
“And you saw Gwi-nam turn?” She questioned.
He paused for a moment before sighing. “No, I didn't. I was busy running away.”
On-jo then turned to Su-hyeok. “Su-hyeok, you definitely fought Gwi-nam?”
“Yes, I did,” he confirmed.
“There's no reason for either to lie,” she started. “Maybe Gwi-nam was bitten but was not affected. In the movies, there are always people who are immune, remember?”
“We shouldn’t rely on movies for our information. Those are fiction, this is real life,” you whispered sadly and On-jo looked at you empathetically, also knowing what it was like to lose your best friend to this god-awful virus.
“And still, she tried to bite her,” Ji-min announced and your head shot over to look at her. “She could have bitten her for real. Regardless, she isn't normal, so I'm not going with her.”
A tear streaked down Nam-ra’s face and you grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently but she shook you off and your heart broke when she scrambled to take a step back, flashbacks of when Gyeong-su turned presenting themselves in your mind.
“Ji-min, stop,” On-jo pleaded.
“What? Are you saying that I'm wrong?”
On-jo paused as she debated in her mind over what to say. “Maybe… I really don't know what we should do.”
“We can't pretend she's fine,” Ji-min insisted with an angry glare towards her.
“Enough!” Nam-ra called out and everyone fell silent, the only sound being the soft groans from the turned students out the doors.
“Please don't fight. Leaving will solve everything,” and with that, she quickly started walking towards the door and before you could run after her, On-jo already had and grabbed ahold of her arm.
“Don't go! Where would you go?” She cried out as Nam-ra struggled to set herself free from her grasp. “Stop it. Please!” Nam-ra finally stopped and they stared at each other. “I don't want anyone dying.” On-jo’s hands glided down Nam-ra’s arm until they reached her hand which she gently held in her own. “Hyeon-ju and I-sak… They're hands were very cold before they turned,” she turned around to face everyone else, one of her hands still holding Nam-ra’s as she spoke again. “Nam-ra's hands are warm,” she explained her point. “She isn't a zombie. So cut it out, and let's talk about how to get to the roof.”
“No,” Ji-min stubbornly demanded.
“Ji-min!”
“No way! She may be fine now, but who knows what's gonna happen when she turns?” She looked around for help as everyone else had remained quiet for the entire quarrel. “Guys, say something. This is wrong,” everyone remained quiet at her pleas. “She said herself that she wanted to bite her. She has zombie blood in her veins. Zombies killed my mom and dad,” she paused for a moment and your eyes widened as you looked at her sadly in sudden realization. “My mom…”
Seeing a break in the talking, you looked around for something that could help you and keep your friend by your side. Finding it, your eyes lit up and you walked over to where it was. Picking it up, you walked back over to Nam-ra and gently grabbed her hand, starting to tie the curtain tieback around her hand.
“What are you doing?” She asked in confusion and you looked up at her for a second before turning your head back down to focus on the knot you were tying.
“I’m tying us together.”
She struggled and tried to pull her hand away from you, not willing to allow you to let yourself die if she did end up turning. “Stop it. Stop!”
You gently grabbed her other hand and placed it down, her struggling stopping as you looked her deep in the eyes. “Hold still, I don’t want to make it too tight for you,” you looked back down and tied to the fabric around your own hand as Su-hyeok came up to stand beside you.
“(Y/n), I don’t think this is-”
“Su-hyeok, respectfully, stay the fuck out of this,” you interrupted him as his hand reached out to stop yours and he sighed before stepping back in defeat, knowing he wouldn’t be able to convince you to stop no matter what he said.
This was your best friend after all.
You turned back to the group and held up your, now-connected, hands with a sarcastic smile. “Are you happy now? Now you don’t have to worry. If she turns and bites anyone, it’ll be me and not any of you.”
You saw some of the group’s eyes tear up but nobody spoke out to protest.
You sat with Nam-ra to your left near the window and Su-hyeok to your right. No matter how much convincing you tried to give him, he wouldn’t leave to go sit on the other side of the room with the rest of the group. It warmed your heart but annoyed you nonetheless at his stubbornness.
You couldn’t really speak though with how stubborn you were being with Nam-ra. He was probably just being a good friend just like how you were being to Nam-ra. He’d only said it once but you knew he meant it.
~364 days ago~
You walked to the cafeteria by yourself like always, passing by the group of friends Su-hyeok had gathered after leaving Myeong-hwan and his little band of bullies. You sent a subtle smile towards him when he looked at you and he returned it full force, not trying to hide it in any way so you immediately looked away and plugged your headphones in. You were still terrified by the thought of Su-hyeok getting caught up in the way people thought about you, he didn’t deserve that.
You let out a little gasp as a hand grabbed one of your wrists and your waist before pulling you into a broom closet that was to your right. You rolled your eyes after you got past the surprise, knowing it was him. You turned around to find him grinning at you so genuinely that it almost made you forget your annoyance.
Almost.
You slapped his chest and he winced slightly. “Su! I told you about this, what if someone sees us?”
“And I’ve told you about this, I don’t care who sees us. I don’t care about my reputation. I just want to hang out with you,” he reassured but you rolled your eyes despite the heat rising to your cheeks that wasn’t visible under the dim lighting of the closet.
“Well, I do. I don’t want you to be seen with me,” you told him with a stern tone and he just looked at you with a sad smile. He wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you in for a hug that you instinctually returned. You sighed as he rested his head on top of yours. “I know you have your own reputation. I know that… but I don’t want it to be any more tainted by the fact that you hang out with the school bully’s little sister. That… that would just hurt you and your friends,” you pulled away so you could look him in the eyes. “I like your friends. They’re good for you and they’re kind. So, I don’t want them to be caught up in it either. I don’t want them to leave you over a silly fact like someone you’re friends with.”
He shook his head with a frown. “(Y/n), if they choose to leave me over somebody that I am friends with who they don’t even know, I don’t want to be friends with them anyways.”
You still didn’t look convinced at his words and plopped your forehead against his chest. “But they’re becoming your real friends! Friends that you need after… everything. You should keep them.”
He placed his hands on your cheeks and forced your head up so you could look at him. You tried to avoid eye contact because of how intimate the position seemed but he tapped your cheek and you sighed, complying. He smiled when your eyes met and your heart fluttered.
Stop it. You know he doesn’t like you like that.
You mentally smacked yourself for giving yourself false hope but stopped when he spoke. “(Y/n). They might be my friends, and I might need them in my life,” he paused to place a lock of hair behind your ear. “But you’re my best friend. I don’t want to have a life without you in it.”
You smiled despite yourself and just wrapped your arms around him again.
Even if it never becomes anything more, at least he considers me his best friend.
~Present~
You were brought back to the present when he rested his hand on yours and squeezed it. You looked over at him with a smile but it faltered when you thought of something. Putting on a fake teasing smile that he didn’t seem to realize wasn’t genuine, you spoke. “So…” You leaned over to elbow him gently. “I saw you drew a picture of a girl in your notebook,” his face flushed and he looked at you with a panicked expression. “She looks familiar, who is it?” Your tone turned into genuine curiosity as you were able to hide your disappointment.
He let out a sigh that seemed relieved but also disappointed. With a blush, he looked away from you and spoke, “She’s just a drawing, nobody really…”
He didn’t seem too convinced of his wordings but you decided to let it go with a slight push of your shoulder against his and he smiled. Right as you were about to speak again, you heard banging from across the room. You looked over to see Dae-su ramming his body into the storage closet door. While he did, the zombies got more aggressive and tried to come into the room. Everyone else noticed this and started yelling at him to stop. As he calmed down and slid down the door, you turned back around to face the window, not bothering to turn around when soft music started playing behind you.
As Ji-min started to talk to the camera, you remained facing forward looking out to the blue sky. The camera passed around, each person leaving their message for their parents or what they wanted to be known for if all went wrong. After On-jo’s message to her father, telling him how much she loves him, she stood up and walked over to where Nam-ra, Su-hyeok, and you sat. She held the camera out to Su-hyeok who was closest to her.
“You guys can leave a message as well if you want to.”
Su-hyeok took the camera and looked at it for a moment. “I don't really have anything to say,” he turned to you and Nam-ra. “Do either of you?”
You looked at Nam-ra and she shook her head. Looking back at him, you spoke. “No.”
On-jo looked from you to Nam-ra, to Su-hyeok, and then to the tie that held you and Nam-ra together, then back to you. “We trust you. You can untie it now,” after that, she walked away to retreat to her chair on the other side of the room.
Su-hyeok placed the camera on the table behind you and you hesitated before reaching over to grab it.
Opening the camera and flipping the screen so it faced you and you could see how you looked while recording yourself, you hesitated before pressing the record button.
“It is currently day two of being trapped in the school. None of us have had water since the apocalypse started so we’re all tired and dehydrated,” you took a deep breath before continuing. “I’m scared to go to sleep and realize that I won’t be able to wake up,” you felt tears well up in your eyes as you thought about what you were going to say next but you blinked them away. “My brother… the high school bully… the one who always woke me up in the mornings an hour before my usual wake-up time by smacking me with a pillow. He… he was bitten by zombies and bit my best friend. I guess he’s still sentient even after being infected and that got passed to her since she hasn’t turned yet either and it’s probably been at least half an hour. I-” You got cut off by your voice breaking and you took a moment to collect yourself. “Gwi-nam? I know there’s no way you’ll ever see this… but I cannot believe what you’ve become. I stayed silent for years when you joined Myeong-hwan’s group because you told me it was to protect me. To protect me not only from them but also from Dad. He only focused on you and how badly you did in school. But, after a while, it stopped being about protecting me. Even though I know you were still scared of them, both Dad and Myeong-hwan, you liked doing it. You liked hurting the kids of the school. I wish I had said something sooner so you would have stopped before it’s too late but here we are,” you raised a hand to gestures around you with a frustrated sigh. “I’m stuck in a classroom and my best friend has been infected. Because of you, nonetheless. I don’t know what to do anymore,” you sighed again and a tear streaked down your cheek. “I already lost Mom to the pressure of dad’s expectations, I don’t want to lose you too,” you sobbed once and closed the camera.
Neither Nam-ra nor Su-hyeok said anything and you wonder if they even heard it from how quietly you were speaking. You placed the camera back onto the table behind you and after a few seconds, Nam-ra picked it up and faced the screen towards herself. She seemed troubled, like she was seeing something that no one else could see, and you grabbed her free hand gently.
She looked down at your hands, seeing the red fabric still tying them together. “I don’t understand why you’re doing this, (Y/n).”
“I’m doing it because if I didn’t then the people over there,” you gestured to the group with your free hand. “Would have kicked you out… I know it was your choice, but I just couldn’t allow it. You’re too important to me Nam, don’t you understand that?”
She looked down at her lap for a minute before asking, “You know how I said I wanted to bite you earlier?”
“Yeah, I know. But you didn’t, and you won’t,” you insisted and she nodded but still looked grim.
“It felt like I was dreaming. You were just giving off such a beautiful scent,” she said seriously but you couldn’t resist the temptation to playfully flirt with her or tease her.
“Well, if you liked my perfume that much, you could’ve just asked,” you winked at her mischievously and she shook her head with a smile. You went back to being serious as you asked her your next question, “What kind of scent was it?”
“I'm not sure. It was something that I had never smelled before. All I could think about was eating you… How much I wanted to bite you. Bite you and eat you. But then I heard your voice saying my nickname,” she looked at you and smiled.
“So you’re saying I brought you back?” You teased and she scoffed with a playful eyeroll
“Yes. I am saying that it was your voice that woke me up.”
You smiled and looked down when suddenly she looked over her shoulder at the door and stood up.
“What is it?”
“I heard something strange…” She started walking towards the door and you, still being connected via the curtain holder, walked after her, Su-hyeok following loosely behind. The group started walking towards the two of you as you did and you heard indistinct talking which you couldn’t make out. Nam-ra stood for a second and listened. “I hear it.”
“You hear what?”
“What?”
“What do you hear?”
You, Su-hyeok, and On-jo all spoke one after another.
She paused as she listened again. “I think someone is puking,” she paused before continuing. “It stopped.”
“What stopped?” Su-hyeok asked from behind you and you turned around to give him a disappointed look.
“The sound of puking,” you told him and he oohed while you shook your head.
“Yes. It stopped,” Nam-ra confirmed.
“Stop it. You're scaring me,” Hyo-ryung complained and Nam-ra turned to look at her, confused.
“Don't you hear it?” She asked but everyone shook their heads.
“I'm not hearing anything,” Hyo-ryung told her again and breathed heavily. Nam-ra’s eyes dilated for a moment as she stared at her. “What? What?” Hyo-ryung asked, obviously scared which kind of ticked you off.
“Are you scared?” The girl connected to you asked.
“Stop that.”
“It's just… you're the one breathing the loudest.”
“Do you hear that?” On-jo whispered loudly to Hyo-ryung and Dae-su.
“All I hear is that zombie,” the boy responded.
Nam-ra looked around, focusing on some things you couldn’t see or hear. “We should go. It's weird here.”
“We can't just leave,” Cheong-san stated. “There are zombies out there.”
“We should've gone to the roof when the music was playing. Shit,” Dae-su groaned and sat down in one of the chairs.
“Music. Wait a minute. We have music!” On-jo exclaimed excitedly.
“What? What music?” He asked.
“I heard some music playing a while ago, do you mean that music?” You asked and she nodded before walking over and picking up the video camera still resting on the table.
“I have an idea. We're going to have to build a tall barricade here,” she walked around and gestured a line down the middle of the room. “And then we lure them in with music. Use the instruments too.”
“We could also use the instruments as a source of noise for the zombies to hear us and come after us,” you suggested and she nodded at your idea.
“Yes, that could work well! If we leave the door open, they'll follow the music in. Once it's clear, we take the back door up to the roof,” she continued to explain the plan only to receive a couple of confused looks from her classmates.
“Am I the only one who’s lost right now?” Wu-jin asked and Dae-su raised his hand in agreement.
“Basically, we are going to build a barricade in the middle of the room by stacking the chairs and desks here, open the front door, before running out the back door once the zombies have all gathered into the room,” you looked back at On-jo for confirmation. “Right?”
“Not here. Farther back. We need more room on this side,” she corrected and you let out an ‘oh’ while nodding.
“And why is that?” Dae-su asked, not getting it.
“There aren't that many of us, but there are lots of zombies,” she explained and Dae-su closed his eyes with his head facing upwards.
“Ah…” he sighed out in understanding. “She sucks at school, but she's pretty smart,” he backhandedly complimented her.
“Hey!” She growled at him and he held his hands up in surrender.
“It's a compliment,” he defended and you rolled your eyes with a scoff.
“It’s a backhanded compliment,” you pointed out but he just gave you a confused look.
“What’s that?”
“It basically means a compliment with an underlying insult. ‘You’re pretty strong for a girl’ is an example of a backhanded compliment. It’s degrading the person you told it to and setting them on a different level than the rest. In this case, it’s just insulting,” you explained with a wink at the end while he just looked at you in shock.
“Wow, (Y/n), I never knew you were so smart. I always thought you were quiet because you didn’t know anything,” he told you and you rolled your eyes.
“Another example of a backhanded compliment,” you stated and he just rolled his eyes with a playful dismissive wave in your direction.
“Let's give it a shot,” Cheong-san commented after he saw the conversation/argument between Dae-su and yourself end. “We can figure out the rest later,” everyone nodded at his words.
“We have a TV too,” you pointed out. “If we can maybe connect the camera to the TV it might be louder than just the camera by itself.”
“I can do that!” Joon-yeong blurted out. “I will have to look for the cord though. Hey, can you help me look, Ji-min?”
The girl nodded. “Sure,” they both went to look for the cord and Hyo-ryung quickly followed behind them.
On-jo walked up to where you and Nam-ra were standing side by side. “We should untie that,” she pointed to the knot and then reached forward to untie it when you lightly knocked Nam-ra’s hand back away from On-jo’s outreaching one with your own.
“It’s okay, On-jo,” you gave her a small, although genuine, smile but she just frowned.
“She'll never be able to get close to the others this way. And no one will approach her,” she mentioned and you nodded for her to continue. “Hatred is contagious… but so is trust.”
She reached forward again and this time you let her, holding your hands out so it would be easier for her to untie it.
“You should've been the class president,” Nam-ra told her with a genuine but still monotone voice and On-jo just looked down as she smiled.
As you and Nam-ra just watched On-jo leave, Su-hyeok jogged over to stand beside you and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Come on, let's help out.”
You nodded and the three of you went over to assist. Finding whatever you could to help create a strong barrier, you pushed and pulled desks and chairs and instruments and cabinets to wherever it was needed.
“It's looking great,” Dae-su examined the work done with a proud expression and you took a step back to do so as well.
“Alright. I think this is good enough,” On-jo explained with a worried face after checking the situation outside.
“Okay,” Cheong-san agreed before Dae-su called for the rest of you on the other side of the wall near where the exit was supposed to be.
“Aren't you guys coming? We left a gap over there for you.”
“Let’s go,” Su-hyeok directed, looking back and forth between everyone before grabbing a chair and walking towards the gap in the door. He placed it down before stepping onto the desk and hopping over the gap. You helped Nam-ra and On-jo hop across, Su-hyeok doing the same on the other side, until you saw Cheong-san stop, not hopping over himself.
“(Y/n), you go,” he told you and you nodded before hopping over yourself, Su-hyeok’s hands landing on your waist to help you even though for the previous girls he only held their hands. You and On-jo looked back to see Cheong-san still hadn’t jumped over, standing on the other side looking like he had no intention of crossing the barrier.
“Why aren't you coming over?” On-jo questioned.
“Well, someone has to stay to open the door.”
“Fuck…” you cursed. “We totally forgot about that…”
“Couldn't you have come up with a better plan?” Dae-su complained and you smacked his arm which he dramatically grabbed in pain.
“It's okay,” Cheong-san reassured. “I'll come over right away.”
“Wait,” you protested. “I'll come,” you told him and pressed your hands up on the cabinet to lift yourself up when hands grabbed your waist and pulled you back down.
“It's fine.”
“Like hell, you will.”
Cheong-san and Su-hyeok both spoke at the same time and Su-hyeok lightly pushed you back as he jumped over the cabinet himself. You let out a sound of complaint but he just poked your nose which succeeded in rebooting your brain for a second.
“It’ll be okay,” he promised and you pressed your lips together as you debated if you should let him go but knowing you were on a limited schedule you just sighed and held out your pinkie. It was childish and something you hadn’t done in years but he just laughed and interlocked your pinkies. You smiled at him before backing up, making sure to give plenty of enough room for them to jump over when they had the door open.
After a while, Cheong-san came back alone but the door was yet to be opened. You decided not to say anything because you knew two people on that side would just be too many people to get out.
Seconds later, the door opened and Su-hyeok ran to jump over the cabinet, using the window sill to give himself an advantage before you pushed a desk placed on its side where the gap was. You held it there as Dae-su, Cheong-san, and Su-hyeok pulled a bookshelf over and pushed it to where you once stood before moving out of the way while Joon-yeong started the music. Zombies flooded into the room and you all held it there before On-jo ran to the window to see how much you all had succeeded in your plan.
By her face, it wasn’t good.
“Dae-su, you gotta make some noise!” She instructed and Dae-su took a deep breath before screaming.
“Die, zombies! Fucking die!
“Do it one more time!” She ordered desperately.
“Shit! Stupid zombies, motherfuckers!”
On-jo grabbed an instrument and started hitting it, creating a loud banging sound and the girls followed suit as Wu-jin ran over to the window to see if the halls were clear. You stayed and held onto the bookshelf, keeping it there as the zombies piled and started to climb over.
“Wu-jin!” Cheong-san screamed in distress but he shook his head.
“We can't go yet! Not yet!” He looked back in anguish and all the girls ran back to help support the barrier, hitting the zombies that had climbed over back to the other side.
As a zombie had crawled over the rest to where Nam-ra had run back over to help, you quickly looked around and picked up a drumstick that was lying on the floor and then ran back over to her. “Nam-ra!” You screamed as you stabbed the zombie through the eye with the drumstick along with other zombies that had started to climb over and they fell back down the crowd in a lifeless heap.
As you saw Cheong-san do something similar for On-jo, you heard Hyo-ryung shouting at Wu-jin despairingly. “It's not going to hold up!”
“How much longer is it gonna take? Let's go!” Dae-su called out but the answer was the same.
“A little more. Not yet!”
‘A little more’ became ‘just a few more’ which became ‘they’re still coming’ until finally it stopped.
“Clear. We have to go now!” Wu-jin shouted as he opened the door to find no zombies roaming the hallway. “Hurry!”
Hyo-ryung was the first to go, followed by Ji-min, then Joon-yeong and Nam-ra, and then On-jo. Su-hyeok, Cheong-san, Dae-su, and you were the last of the bunch.
“(Y/n)! Go!” The three boys seemed to yell out simultaneously and you would’ve laughed given another situation but you just squeezed your eyes tight as you continued to push against the barrier to hold it up.
“Fuck off and save yourselves first!” You screamed back at them.
“Dae-su, go!” Cheong-san tried again but to a different member.
“You go first,” when Cheong-san nor Su-hyeok nor you responded, he yelled out more strainedly, “I'm gonna shit my pants. Go!”
Su-hyeok reluctantly left but not before grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you out of the room. You turned back just in time to see Cheong-san drag Dae-su away from the barrier and the barrier collapsed. You turned back around to focus on running and hurried after the others who were headed for the roof.
As you all continued to run up the stairs, Su-hyeok, who was still holding onto your wrist for dear life, tripped and almost brought you down with him if you hadn’t caught yourself in time. You reached down to hold his hand and drag him up. “Hurry!”
You all reached the top and you saw Cheong-san twisting the handles to no avail as the doors didn’t give way.
“Come on, open it!” Dae-su whined, looking behind him in fear of anything there.
“It's locked,” Cheong-san breathed out in disbelief.
“What? Move!” Dae-su pushed Cheong-san out of the way to try himself, slamming his shoulder into the door in an attempt to open it but to no success.
“Wait. Get back. Move,” Choeng-san told everyone as he ran towards the keypad to try and enter any code that might work.
As they started to call through the door in hopes of someone being on the roof, you looked over to see the sign written on the door and sighed in anger. Anger at the situation, anger at the door, but also, anger at yourself.
You had known the rooftop was always locked, your brother had told you time and time again but in the moment you had completely forgotten.
Su-hyeok and Cheong-san had gone down the stairs with their makeshift weapons and you looked back and forth between them and the door. Nam-ra had announced that the zombies had arrived and you quickly decided to try every combination on the keypad that you could. It wasn’t great but it was something. Thank god it was only 4 digits.
That’s still 9,999 codes though.
You could hear the zombies as they screamed and growled but you just focused on trying the codes. Nam-ra had the great idea of throwing a tarp over to hold back the zombies and it did an amazing job, only a few zombies got passed which Cheong-san and Su-hyeok dealt with accordingly.
Dae-su and Wu-jin fell to their knees, leaning against the door as they gave up on using brute force to wrench the door open. You watched from the corner of your eye as they ran to help with the tarp but just remained focused on trying to wrack your brain for the code. They changed the code every day but you just knew you had seen it. Gwi-nam kept a paper in his room that held the number combinations to open the rooftops because of how often his group went up there. You had seen it once and even took a photo of it, just because you wanted to. You’d never done anything with it, you just had it, looking at the codes now and then as you debated whether or not you should go up there. You decided against it every time.
8834
Just as you had remembered it and you almost laughed with glee, you heard Nam-ra say something from behind you and it made your heart stop.
“Why didn’t you die?”
You looked behind you just in time to see your brother get sent slamming down onto the blue tarp. Your eyes then locked onto Nam-ra’s and she looked at you with the same amount of shock you were looking at her with. You shook your head in dismissal of the situation, the zombies below still coming and cornering your group. “Guys! I’ve unlocked it! The door’s unlocked! Let’s go!”
On-jo was the one to push open the door and you waited until everyone piled out onto the roof, saving Cheong-san and Su-hyeok for last before you followed them out. Just before running through the door to escape the inbound zombies, you saw a withering bouquet of flowers leaning against the corner of the wall.
Author's Notes: For the sake of fanfiction - and this applies to all of my aouad stories unless stated otherwise - we shall make it so that Gwi-nam never sexually assaulted/harassed Eun-ji and neither did his friend group because what they did WAS SA/SH and I feel like so many people gloss over that fact. They have never SA/SH anyone and are just regular bullies who just harass and beat people up normally. In this story, Gwi-nam and his friends are all seniors instead of juniors as I’m pretty sure they were juniors in the show.
Warnings: Violence, zombies, slight bully!Su-Hyeok in the beginning, (maybe) ooc Gwi-nam, extra extra fluffy fluff, (more to be added as the story progresses)
My Navigation and Masterlist
My All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist
Being an outcast based off of the boy you are the younger sister of for the entirety of your high school experience has been a roller coaster of emotions. Even more so when you include the fact that the only person who doesn’t treat you differently is the ex friend and fellow bully of your older brother. When the zombie apocalypse begins, when feelings arise and friendships are made, you begin to realize life isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Funny how you only learned that while the world was ending.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10 Unfortunately, google docs deleted all of my progress with this season/series which has made me severely discouraged to continue, so for the time being, and potentially forever, this series is discontinued. I apologize for the disappointment. I feel it too, trust me.
Su-hyeok źle się czuł bolał go brzuch głowa wszystkie kości i słabo mu było ale musiał jakoś wytrzymywać bo jest apokalipsa zombie i musi chronić swoich przyjaciół przed zombie ale jest jedna osoba która wszystko widziała co się działo z Su-hyeok czyli Y.n jego dziewczyna która się martwi o niego jak o własne dziecko
Y.n: dobrze się czujesz bo blado wyglądasz?-podeszłaś do niego I kucnęłaś obok niego bo siedział na podłodze
Su-hyeok: tak tylko głowa mnie boli I słabo mi jest ale to nic wielkiego nie musisz się martwić dam radę
Y.n: zawsze tak mówisz a potem dowiaduje się że jesteś w szpitalu czy zemdlałeś
Su-hyeok: tym razem obiecuje ci że tak nie będzie
Y.n: no okej wierzę ci.Mogę tu usiądź?
Su-hyeok: tak
Y.n: dzięki
Usiadłaś koło niego I od razu poczułaś ciężar na swoim ramieniu i to był Su-hyeok który położył głowę na ramieniu twoim
Mówisz sobie w myślach: kurde dobrze myślałam że jest coś nie tak z nim
Postanowiłaś że dasz mu koc który był położony na fotelu który był w klasie i podłożyłas mu to pod głowę a ty się podniosłaś z podłogi i poszłaś do reszty
On-jo: co z nim?
Y.n: jest chory chyba bo głowę ma ciepło a reszta objawów to nie wiem ale teraz śpi więc może mu przejdzie
Nam-ra: musi mu przejść bo musi walczyć z tymi zombie
Y.n: a dlaczego on ma walczyć tylko przecież są jeszcze Cheong-san Dae-su woojin gyeon-su którzy też umieją walczyć jak Su-hyeok
Nam-ra: ale nie umieją walczyć tak jak Su-hyeok
Nie odezwałaś się bo ktoś cię zawołał
Su-hyeok: Y.n proszę przyjdź do mnie - mówi słabo i zaspany
Y.n: już idę skarbie -poszłaś do niego- co chcesz misiek?
Su-hyeok: pomożesz mi wstać ?
Y.n: tak oczywiście-pomogłaś mu wstać I jak pomagałaś to zauważyłaś że jest lekki niż kiedyś więc zapytałaś go
Y.n: schudłeś bo jesteś lekki niż kiedyś?
Su-hyeok: powiedzmy że trochę
Y.n: ile ważysz?
Su-hyeok: no 39kg
Y.n: co?!! Nie przesadziłeś z schudzeniem przecież to jest nie zdrowe żeby tyle ważyć .A ile wcześniej ważyłeś?
No thoughts. Just Cheong-San actively fighting for his life against a zombie on his leg while dangling out a window only to have the obvious pointed out to him by a newly appeared Su-Hyeok who’s just,,,,,,,,,,there scaling the fucking walls
In the alternate scenario, after half-zombie Nam-ra separated from her friends at the military camp, Su-hyeok, who was chosen lover with Nam-ra, told the South Korean commander not to blame themselves for sending Nam-ra to the protection zone. This was because Su-hyeok makes a coin toss in front of South Korean military officials. Su-hyeok chose to have Nam-ra bite him at the left arm for 20 seconds. He told his remaining friends to be brave and stay comfortable at all times. He told them to find more supportive recovery care. The military officials asked Su-hyeok to say final words via livestream video cameras to international media, and he voluntarily accept full 4 minute speech. On day 3, Nam-ra bites Su-hyeok’s left arm in the isolated room after final breakfast meal. On-jo was presence by herself, along with South Korean military scientists, to see Nam-ra being biting Su-Hyeok in moderate pain at left arm for 10-20 seconds. What a romantic ones.
