𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕 || All of us are dead || Su-hyeok x Reader

7

A/N

I have adhd I forgot this story existed, damn im good at writing.

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Y/N lay down on her "bed", not a care in the world.

"Hey, Joon-yeong! I'm telling you, they can't open doors!"
One of the classmates said, referring to the now multiple zombies banging on the door.

"Let's hold it shut for now."
Joon-yeong replied.

"Did you find one?"

"No, nothing here either."

Multiple panicked voices were going off all at the same time; and not surprisingly, Y/N couldn't sleep because of it.

Cheong-san seemed to stop in front of On-jo to ask her something, probably whether she was okay or not.

"I wish someone cared about me."
The H/C girl thought.

Because to her, nobody cared about her at all.

Hell, she doesn't even care about herself.

"Y/N, get off of your lazy ass and come help us look for a phone."
One of her classmates shouted.

But they were too late, as I-sak pulled something out of a backpack and shouted

"Here! I found one!"

After she made the announcement, the entire class crowded her, hope glistening in their eyes.

"Who's is it?"

"This is Yeong-ju's desk."
I-sak replied hastily.

"Oh, no. We need a passcode."
She continued as the student's mood's dropped instantly.

Na-yeon tapped her shoulder aggressively.

"Do something!!"
She squealed urgently.

"Do something yourself, dipshit. We're all scared here."
Y/N retorted.

Again, she had no idea where all this confidence was coming from.

When did she get so sassy? Not that it's a bad thing, that is.

Luckily for Y/N, Na-yeon only glared and stopped her cries.

"Maybe it's her birthday?"
A voice questioned.

But by now, Y/N wasn't exactly paying attention any more.

"She's there! Give it to me."
Cheong-san blurted urgently, interrupting Y/N's thoughts.

He took the phone from I-sak and sprinted towards the zombified Yeong-ju.

"Does he really think that's going to work?"
Y/N questioned in her thoughts.

After all, she is covered in blood.

But.. who's blood is it?

After a moment of hesitation, Cheong-san put the phone to the glass.

And like Y/N thought, the facial recognition was not working.

"Hold it closer."
Su-hyeok stated.

Cheong-san did as he was told.

Yet still, nothing.

"You don't need to unlock it to make emergency calls."
On-jo spoke up.

"You couldn't have told us that before? Now I really want to hit you."
Y/N's thoughts spoke.

Cheong-san started dialing the number, and after waiting for what seemed like forever they finally picked up.