𝙎𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙧 (Gwi-Nam x Cheong-san)

One

I was terrified. The zombies were chasing me down the corridor, running much faster than the slow zombies on dramas. Oh, why did I have to get separated from the group?

I thought about my friends. What would they do in this situation? I'm not strong or smart like them. I'm just easy little Cheong-san. I was backed into a corner. 

I screamed as a zombie jumped at me. Was this really how I was going to die?

The bite never came. The zombie was smashed out of the way by a person. Yoon Gwi-Nam? Yoon Gwi-Nam had saved me from certain death.

"Come on!" He yelled. He grabbed my hand and we bolted to the nearest classroom. He shoved me inside before him, then shut the door behind us. It was locked soon after that. 

Both of us are safe in here. I looked up at him, over at the door.

He was breathing hard, wiping his hands on his pants. He just saved my life. 

I want to be like him and be able to save someone else someday. 

"Were you bitten?" His deep voice makes me snap out of my admiring trance.

"No, I- wait, stop-" He's taking off my jacket and pulling my sleeves up, looking for any sign of zombie blood having mixed with mine. 

After he's checked thoroughly enough, he lets me go. 

"I had to check. I can't be careless." Gwi-Nam backs away to stack desks by the door.

When he's done, he comes and sits by me.

"Were you with any other survivors?" He asks. 

"No. I was separated from them." I tell him. It brings back the worries I had before. Were my friends alright?

"We'll find them if they're still alive, alright?" He pats my shoulder gently.

"Yeah. Thanks." I do appreciate that he made an effort to try and soothe my worries about the fate of my friends.

But I can't say anything else. If they are killed, it will destroy me completely.

"Get some rest. I'm going to try to think up an escape plan, plus we need food, or we'll end up dying of starvation before the zombies get a crack at us." Gwi-Nam seems like he knows what he's talking about. It's been about a week since the zombie outbreak.

I put my head down on the hard floor, scrunched up to take up the least amount of space possible. I am exhausted but it's difficult for me to fall asleep. He sighs.

"Here. I know you're uncomfortable. I'll see if I can find something for us to carry that will make sleeping a little easier when we go looking for it tomorrow." He takes off his school jacket and folds it up. 

He gently lifts my head and places it underneath. 

"Now, I'm serious. If you want to stay alive, get some rest. A tired target is an easy target." He tells me, eyes trained on the door for any sign of movement. I close my eyes and focus on sleeping, my breathing slowing until I fall asleep.