Darker Twist | All of us are dead

"What took you so long?" Nam-ra grumbles under her breath while twisting the zombie's neck, discarding the body like it was some kind of a trash.

Cheong-san sighs, swinging his modified baseball bat around, "I've got to feed. I'm feeling weak."

That's when she only notices Cheong-san's appearance, his uniform was covered with blood and teeth tainted with a faint color of blood. Nam-ra could only roll her eyes, grabbing the metal crate again to help in moving it towards the back door, "You're really a messy eater."

"In my defense, he struggled." Cheong-san shrugs.

Nam-ra felt Hye-wol stiffened so she immediately sent Cheong-san a glare, "Enough of your crazy expedition. We have to get out of here fast, I'm getting tired."

With added help from Cheong-san, they managed to get out of the auditorium safe and sound. The lad closes the door behind him just in time for the zombies to slam their whole weight on the metal door, emitting a loud series of sounds.

Ha-ri collapses on the ground, her legs giving up as she displays a far look. Her bow clunks on the ground the same time her tears fell on her cheeks. Somehow, she blames herself for pulling them with her. She could have just insisted on going alone but she instead pulled them along with her, and now they're gone. She didn't even know what happened to Jung Minjae but she didn't want to get her hopes that high. Through her self-mourning, she faintly feels the warm hand on her little brother caressing her shoulder in hopes of comforting her silently.

"Cheong-san ah," On-jo softly called the guy, walking closer to stand in front of him, "My dad. Where's my dad?"

"Your Dad..." Cheong-san trailed, resulting for On-jo to sweat-drop, "Uncle So-ju is fine, I guess? We managed to stir him off the school course but..."

"But?" On-jo gulped.

Cheong-san scratches his head sheepishly, "He might or might not believe you are dead."

"What?!"

Hye-wol flinched at the sudden rise of On-jo's voice. She's been awfully jumpy ever since the apocalypse happened and she didn't like it a bit. Nam-ra shushed them, smiling comfortingly to Hye-wol.

"It's the only way to make him stop coming to the school," Cheong-san explained, "You know your dad. He's not going to stop finding you. I even had to improvise!" The scenario earlier flashes on his mind. He had to act like he was being chased by a zombie and that he's already infected. He can still remember the painful expression Nam So-Ju had displayed after finding out that his only daughter was dead and he's already too late.

"Yeah, and your dad fucking shot me on the chest!" a voice suddenly joined them, Gwi-nam swaggering from the front of the building, his mouth freshly covered with blood. The humans flinch, especially Ha-ri who didn't know Gwi-nam and Dae-su who over-all fears him.

"Yah! Can't you at least wipe your mouth?" Wu-jin blanches, disgusted at the blood and of the thought that he just ate a freaking human.

"Gwi-nam didn't learn about right manners and good conduct so what do you expect of him?" Su-hyeok smirked. Gwi-nam did nothing but to glare. Over the months they spent after the apocalypse in their timeline, the two managed to fix the rift between them. Albeit, not as close like in the past but at least they are civil. Gwi-nam has at least needed to earn the mutual trust of the group since they basically survived together, Hye-wol's death binding them together.

The three hambie suddenly stop, all three of them looking in a certain direction at the same time. Nam-ra offers her hand to Hye-wol who's currently seated beside Ha-ri, "Come on, they're coming."