❝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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HEY! I'm not dead yet! Anyways here's a chapter for you guys cuz I've ghost y'all for long. Happy belated valentine's day!❤
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'How did I end up in this mess?'
The zombies grumbled, bowed, and searched, while one crawled on the floor, leaving bloodstains.
If you're in that room with no other defense but your quick-witted intellect, the vision of it is horrifying.
Luckily, for Y/N, her only fear is how would she go back to her friends, locate her brother, as well as how conscious she is about her foul smell.
Isn't she afraid of being bitten or chased out? No. And the fact that she knows she isn't afraid for herself is frightening.
The two who have just fled for their lives stay hidden in separate sections and hold their breaths, one keeping a watchful eye on the other and the other measuring the spaces to find a way out of the art room.
'1..2..3..4..There are four of them...' Y/n lifted her brows as she peered at the zombies from behind a large desk, far away from the guy with her.
Su-hyeok, who had just devised a strategy to avoid regretting his choice, decided to discuss it with her by gesticulating.
Y/N began to look at the guy who appears to be indicating something with his mouth and hands. She raised her brows, her head tilted to the side and hugged her knees even tighter.
