Apocalypse: Apparently, I Can See Zombies

Jin-woo already realized that Seo-joon had lost his mind, some people just can't handle the mental pressure of an impending apocalypse, so he was only half listening to him. He was mostly focused on the zombies, more of them were being drawn toward the back of the tennis court, leaving just under a dozen of them at the gate.

However, Jin-woo still answered Seo-joon halfheartedly.

"What is it?

"When you get to my bag, grab the extra pack of smokes inside for me."

Jin-woo turned to stare at Seo-joon with a somewhat dubious expression. After a moment he shook his head and returned his focus to the zombies.

"They aren't being drawn over."

Jin-woo muttered upon seeing that the eight zombies remained at the gate refusing to budge. However, if the students made louder noises, it might draw the attention of more zombies from the west wing.

"This isn't working."

Yoon-min said at the back with a frown as he looked at the remaining zombies. They were shouting and hitting the fence, but they seemed oblivious to their efforts.

"I thought zombies react to sound, why isn't it working?"

"Are we really going to be stuck here?"

"Damn it, I haven't eaten lunch, I'll starve here before the zombies eat me."

Yoon-min got slightly annoyed at his classmates complaining, and didn't he say they should forget those zombie horror flicks? Sound might work by drawing them over, but it was unrealistic to think it would work unconditionally.

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Before Yoon-min could caution them again, Ye-jun spoke up.

"Since sound isn't working, then we just have to use a different method."

"Have you thought of something?"

Mai-sun asked as she stepped out of the crowd of students.

Ye-jun nodded confidently while fixing his glasses. He then looked around at the students and asked.

"Does anyone have something sharp? Enough to pierce the skin."

"I have a safety pin."

A girl immediately said before unclipping a safety pin that had fixed a purple ribbon to her blazer and handing it to Ye-jun.

Ye-jun took the safety pin and everyone then watched as he unhesitantly used it to stab his fingertip. Confusion spread among the class when they saw this, but Ye-jun didn't explain and only turned around to walk past Jin-woo and Seo-joon toward the gate.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The faint sound of the blood falling to the ground from Ye-jun's finger could be heard amidst the snarls from the zombies. After stopping in front of the gate, he indifferently gazed at the snarling zombies before lifting his bleeding finger and flicking it towards them.

Like oil being carelessly thrown into a fire pit, the zombies explosively erupted, becoming more frenzied than before when a few drops of blood fell amongst them. It was to the point that the small bolt keeping the fence locked was beginning to rattle as if it was going to be ripped apart at any moment.

The students seeing this felt a jolt in their hearts. Meanwhile, Jin-woo's eyes narrowed and he glanced to the side at So-ha who had become equally more frenzied. He realized she hadn't exactly eaten Ho-jin but rather she had drunk his blood.

Yoon-min at the back also frowned since this was evidence that he was right, these zombies were nothing like the ones in the movies that eat brains or flesh.

Ye-jun walked along the side of the fence, flicking the blood from his finger at the following zombies. Soon, all of the zombies were gathered at the back of the tennis court, including the three that were at Ho-jin and So-ha's tennis court.

"Jin!"

Jin-woo heard Yoon-min call out to him for him to start, but he was already rushing toward the gate.

In one swift motion, Jin-woo unlocked the gate and was about to step outside to run for his life. However, Seo-joon suddenly called out from behind.

"Wait!"

Jin-woo paused momentarily and turned around. He saw Seo-joon walking towards him but at an extremely leisurely pace without an ounce of urgency.

Seeing this, Jin-woo wondered if this idiot had truly gone crazy.

"What? Why did you stop me?"

Jin-woo asked in a hurry after Seo-joon approached.

In response, Seo-joon said calmly.

"I think this is where I tell you that you should listen to those feelings you have and that you should thank me for throwing away your medication. Hold out your hand."

Jin-woo was a bit confused by Seo-joon's words, but he instinctively held out his hand. Seo-joon then placed something inside his hand and it was an empty cigarette box. However, it felt weighty so Jin-woo shook it slightly and heard something inside of it.

"What-"

Jin-woo looked up ready to ask Seo-joon why he gave him this box, but he was cut off by Seo-joon shoving him outside the gate.

Jin-woo was quick to regain his balance, and he glared at Seo-joon who had already locked the gate.

"Bastard."

Jin-woo cursed and lifted his hand about to throw the cigarette box at him, but Seo-joon suddenly said.

"If you head to the teachers' office there's something in my old man's locked drawer that can help you."

Jin-woo's hand that was about to throw the cigarette box suddenly paused. Expression flickering, he shook the box once again, and from the sound, he finally realized that there was a key inside.

Suddenly, a bone-chilling screech echoed out from further down the tennis court. A zombie had broken away from the hoard and was rushing back towards Jin-woo.

Jin-woo, however, seemed as if he didn't see the zombie and continued to stare at Seo-joon.

Seo-joon similarly stared back at Jin-woo, both making eye contact from across the fence.

After a second, Jin-woo suddenly clicked his tongue and said.

"This doesn't change the fact that I'm going to beat the crap out of you for earlier."

Jin-woo clenched the cigarette box tightly in his hand and then kicked the gate. Using the rebounding force, he pushed himself back to dodge the lounging zombie. As the zombie crashed onto the ground, Jin-woo turned and sprinted towards the high school.

The other zombies noticed him as he ran past, and they all began chasing after him.

"Don't forget to grab the pack of cigarettes!"

Seo-joon suddenly yelled after Jin-woo, who had already passed the gymnasium and arrived near the broken window of the west wing.

Jin-woo suddenly stopped and turned to lift his hand high above his head to extend his middle finger towards Seo-joon.

The zombies who were slightly far behind him closed the distance. Jin-woo glanced at them and seeing that all the two dozen or so zombies were following him, he turned and continued running.

He aimed to get to his class on the east wing and retrieve Seong's journal.