❝You were bitten!
You died!
How are you still
not a zombie?!❞
❝I'm not sure either!
Anyway, I need to use the restroom.❞
ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴘʜᴀʀᴍᴀᴄᴇᴜᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ꜱᴄɪᴇɴᴛɪꜱᴛ, ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏʀᴏᴜɢʜʟʏ ᴠᴀᴄᴄɪɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ᴄᴏ...
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QUICK NOTE! I would like to thank you all again for the votes, reads and comments❤ I am more motivated to right this than to finish my modules (homework)
Tanginang modules😍🥰
Have you heard about the theory about how the virus is connected to fear and how HAMBIES and zombies don't feel fear unlike humans who are prone to it?
Because Y/N is immune to the virus, she isn't scared for herself, she's mostly scared for her friends!!
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"Where's that scent coming from? It fucking stinks!" the teacher yelled to himself as he coughed, still covering his nose, and commanded the students to stack the desk and chair to barricade the door.
Y/N is bewildered as she holds her chair and passes it to be set up. Every time she approaches him, even from afar, he begins stepping away, it's almost like vomiting up, causing the students more apprehensive. Nonetheless, they obey his instructions.
"Hey, Nam-ra" She touched the shoulder of her friend and assisted her to lift up her desk. "What?" she said softly, her gaze drawn to her sweaty friend's face.
"Do I really smell that bad? Mr. Kang looks like he's about to puke all over himself every time I approach near to him—even from a long distance."She whispered as Nam ra shooks her head in denial. She's skeptical about her teacher's action too.
