❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 ❞
𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴-𝗺𝗶𝗻 said with a small chuckle, shaking his head at the girl who was rolling her eyes in annoyance
❝ 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭...
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They widened their eyes, backing away a bit. Gwi-nam threw the infected girl away, launching at Cheong-san who blocked his attack by swinging the stand at him
But Gwi-nam caught it
Jae-hyun took out his knife but before he could stab him, he turned around and grabbed his wrist, making him yelled in pain
"Jae-hyun!"
Chang-min yelled, prying them off as they got thrown off by the student. Cha-young widened her eyes, protecting Su-hyeok as she spread her arms over him
She looked at her brother and Jae-hyun who slowly got up. She moved her gaze at Cheong-san who was getting choked by Gwi-nam
She was about to step in but Nam-ra had already done it. She was holding him by his neck and pushed him towards the railing, frowning
"Why didn't you die?"
"What the hell? Fuck!"
Gwi-nam yelled in pain, and Nam-ra threw him to the stairs. They looked at her with shock, wondering how the hell she can defeat him with just a hand
Cha-young went and pulled the agents up, and On-jo suddenly spoke
"Guys! The door's open"
She twisted the knob and opened it. The agents quickly helped Cheong-san and Su-hyeok who were holding the zombies by the stands
"One, two, three!"
Jae-hyun counted, pushing the infected together as they quickly caught up with the others. They looked at the chopper that was leaving as the students started to yell for the chopper
Cha-young and Jae-hyun closed the door in sync, leaning on it when they heard loud banging on the door caused by the zombies
"They're not turning here, right?"
Jae-hyun asked with a sigh, looking at the chopper that flew away. Cha-young panted, leaning her back on the door tiredly. She couldn't care less about it. All she cares about is the fact that no one died
They slid down to the floor, looking at the students who were crying for the chopper. Chang-min sighed, running his hand through his messy hair frustratedly
