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10:00

I look at the boy with widened eyes. 

Is he just like me?

"What are you doing here all alone?" He speaks raspy.

"I can ask you the same thing" I say quietly. "What happened to you?"

"Some selfish child pushed me off the shelves while I was hiding. It was a complete mess and the zombies started to bite me, but.."

"You're still alive and they can't see you"

"Yeah..how do you.."

"I'm experiencing the same exact thing" 

It feels nice to have someone like me. Maybe we can help the others together and help each other to find out about what we can do.

"You should come with me. Me and a couple of friends have a safe spot, we can-"

"No thank you. I need to find someone" The boy coldly walks passed me.

"Hold on a second" I rush over to him. "At least tell me your name"

He looks down on me. "Why?"

"Because if something happens I can call for you"

"And who says I will help you?"

"You wouldn't?"

He sighs and continues to walk. I pace after him. "My name is Hara. Kang Hara"

"Okay"

"I'm a junior"

"Sure"

"What grade are you in?"

"Second"

My patience slowly leaves my body. I sigh and scream out. "Hey grandpa! You can be nicer you know?"

The boy turns around and grabs me by my throat. He slams me agains the wall, making me cough insanely.

"Stop. Waisting. My. Time"

'Kill him'

My strength takes over as I free myself out of his hold. I turn and grab him by his throat, squeezing it a bit.

"I can do that too"

He tries to escape my grip, but I hold him tightly.

"Okay..okay fine" He says chokingly. 

I let go of him, making him fall on the floor. He reaches to his throat and coughs a bit.

"Now" I kneel down in front of him. "Your name"

"Gwinam. Yoon Gwinam"

"Okay, Gwinam" I stand back up. "Let's go"

He gets up too. "Sorry junior, but I'm busy"

"Who are you looking for? Maybe I can help you"

Gwinam walks to me and smirks. "Cheongsan. Lee Cheongsan"

'Kill him'

I frown a bit. The sound in my head keeps getting louder, but I ignore it.

"Cheongsan? He's my friend"

"Oh really?" He asks, sounding like he already knew that.

"How do you know him?"

"He has something that belongs to me"

"Ahh..like what?"

The boy groans. "You ask too many questions"

"Well do you want to find him or not?"