#onjo

★ Namra

★ Gyeongsu

★ Nayeon

★ Mijin

★ Hari

Ms. Park yelled through the classroom. Students listened—barely—and sat back at their respective seats.

The teacher's gaze swept across the room and sighed as it locked on one silhouette.

"Sleeping in on your first day?"

The student didn't move, face first on the desk, resting shamelessly on their arms. Ms. Park sighed.

"Class president, wake them up."

Nam-ra looked towards you, nudging your shoulder until you woke up with a flinch, groaning through half-lidded eyes.

"What—?"

"It's so kind of you to join us Yoon." Ms. Park smirked sarcastically. "Try to stay awake through the lesson mh? Wouldn't want you to get detention your first time here."

It took you a second to answer, a lazy smirk on your lips.

"No problem ma'am."

Ms. Park sighed once again and looked away from you as the lesson started. Some—or most—students had turned to look at you, like they'd just now noticed the new face among them. You ignored them and stretched before resting your chin on your palm, turning to your desk mate—Nam-ra.

"Hi." You smiled. "So, class president uh?

The girl gave you a look, as if wondering why were you even talking to her, before slowly nodding and going back to studying—her expression not changing once.

You grinned and gave a small nod.

"Fair enough."

You yawned quietly and rubbed your eyes before resting back on your desk.

"Wake me up for lunch yeah?"

You didn't wait for an answer before closing your eyes and drifting back to sleep.

* * *

The bell had never been enough to wake you up. This time was no different—yet you opened your eyes as someone kept shoving lightly your shoulder.

You groaned and looked up, an eye closed and the other barely open. Standing besides your desk, towering over you, was that same girl.

"It's lunch."

Her voice was flat and low, lacking any warmth yet not dismissive nor mean either.

"You actually woke me." You grinned, stretching and slowly getting up. "Didn't expect that."

The girl didn't answer, watching you silently before turning around to leave, earphone in her ears. You watched her for a moment, still grinning. A student approached before you could add anything.

"Hey, you're new right?"

You turned to look at the guy smiling at you.

"My name's Woo-soek. Don't mind Prez, she thinks she's just better than anyone."

He sneered, like he said something funny. You looked at him, then back at the closed door Nam-ra had exited through.

"Well, I think so too. She's just so cool, isn't she?"

Woo-soek's eyes widened as you smiled brightly at him and left without another word. He was joined by his friends as he looked at you, still dumbfounded.

"What the fuck?"

* * *

Once in the cafeteria, it wasn't long for you to find Nam-ra. She sat alone—if you except her notebooks—, and ate silently with her earphones still on.

Smiling, ignoring the evident stares that came with being a new transfer in high school, you walked chin high to her and sat besides, beaming.

"Hey there." You smiled. "On a date with your books?"

She looked up at you, her eyes reflecting a surprise her face hid.

"What do you want?"

She asked, her voice calm and somewhat gentle as she took an earphone out. You shrugged.

"Oh you know. Just passing by, admiring people's beauty. You're pretty cool you know that?"

This time, the girl couldn't hide the surprise that etched her features. And somehow, the way she seemed genuinely confused—watching you like you were a new species she tried to figure out—, it stung a little.

"What do you mean?" She asked, still serious despite the hint of warmth you swore you saw in her eyes.

"You're class president." You replied, grinning. "Top of the school I bet. That's cool."

Nam-ra kept quiet, observing, before looking back at her lunch tray—seeming genuinely moved by your words.

"I guess." She muttered.

"It is." You retorted.

When she looked at you again, you were stuffing rice into your mouth and spoke up with your mouth still half-full.

"You're like the nerd characters in dramas." You blurted out. "Everyone bullies or dislikes them but they're actually the best. Well, most of the time."

You chuckled before turning serious.

"You're not gonna stab me with a pen are you?"

She frowned.

"What?"

"What?"

There were a silence where you both looked at each other, confused.

"You don't know Weak Hero Class?" You asked, frowning. "Si-eun? Pen stabbing master? Su-ho's boyfriend?"

Nam-ra slowly shook her head no and you gasped like she'd actually stab you.

"Aish, we'll have to watch it together—can't let you stay uncultured like that."

She blinked.

"Together?"

You froze, chopsticks in the air and mouth open as you were about to take a bite. You turned to her—meeting her confused eyes yet much warmer than the first time you'd crossed them.

"Yeah." You smiled. "I mean, if you want to of course."

There was a small silence between you two as you kept eating and Nam-ra watched you quietly.

"Yes."

She spoke softly, making you turn to her.

"I want to."

AN: This is the first part of either a small series or a bigger fic if im inspired :) felt bored and wrote this but kinda like it tbh and now i have too many ideas 😔 tell me what you think! I'll write the next parts and post them as soon as I can, it might be long though. Please tell me your thoughts in the comment and if you wish to read the rest (i might do a taglist as well so put ☆ in the comments if you want to be tagged when I post the next chapter).

The first chapters will most likely be platonic with all characters and I'm still thinking if I should make this a romantic x reader by the end but idk :/ tell me your thoughts in comments!

the wooden door slides with an ominous slowness, and everyone freezes like statues carved from anxiety. no one dares to breathe, the air thick with suspense. namra's head snaps toward the sound, her eyes wide with tension, pupils dilated like dark pools absorbing the fear. the others – some out the window with legs dangling in mid-air, others mid-climb on the precarious rope bridge, and the rest pressed against the walls like shadows trying to blend in – go silent, holding their breaths in a collective act of suspended panic.

all except daesu, who's still clinging to the taut rope, dangling halfway across to the next building's window like a puppet suspended in a macabre dance. he's held up by a mix of fear and the burning ache of rope friction on his palms, stuck in a precarious position between escape and entrapment. the door creaks open with a haunting whisper of wood on wood, and kyungho steps in, his movements economical and deliberate. his presence in the doorway casts a dark shadow over the room, like a void pulling in all light and hope. everyone's gaze is riveted on him, wondering with bated breath what he'll do next, their minds racing with the chilling suspicions about him keeping a body in the freezer and potentially leading zombies to their vulnerable location like a deadly conductor orchestrating a macabre symphony.

at first, he doesn’t say anything. he just stands there in the doorway, his silhouette outlined in soft light from the hallway behind him, making him look like a dark shape cut out from night itself. his eyes sweep the room slowly taking in the open window with the rope swaying faintly in the breeze, the empty sleeping bags tossed aside in haste, the tense faces of everyone still frozen in fear.

then they land on you. he tilts his head slightly, a subtle movement that speaks volumes in the heavy silence. “…going somewhere?” he asks, his voice low and smooth like silk pulled tight, the words hanging in the air like a challenge.

you don’t answer. no one does. but the tension breaks like glass on cold stone, shattering into a thousand sharp fragments of panic and uncertainty.

everyone knows they’ve been caught in a lie - or at least in a plan he wasn’t part of. kyungho's gaze lingers on you before moving to the others, his expression unreadable in the dim light, leaving everyone wondering what he'll do next.

suhyeok quickly standing in front of you and shielding you from kyungho's sight, his movements swift and defensive. “stay where you are,” suhyeok warns, stepping between you and kyungho. his arm is outstretched protectively, body squared like a barrier forged from tension and distrust. “don’t come closer.” kyungho blinks, his eyelids lowering slowly like curtains on a stage, hiding his thoughts. his expression is unreadable - part amused, part hurt, like a mask worn thin in places, revealing cracks of confusion beneath. “suhyeok,” he says softly, his voice a low hum in the strained air, “i thought we were past this paranoid phase.” the words hang there, a question without a question, implying a bond that suhyeok is now breaking. kyungho takes a step forward, but suhyeok doesn't flinch, his stance firm as stone. the air thickens with confrontation, everyone else watching like spectators trapped in a tightrope walk between danger and doubt.

namra steps up too, flanking suhyeok's side like a shadow joining battle. her eyes are darker now, like clouds swallowing twilight, her voice low and shaking with a mix of fear and accusation. “we saw the freezer.” kyungho's face twitches - just a flicker, like a mask slipping for a heartbeat, revealing something raw beneath. “you don’t understand what you saw,” he says, his voice steadying like he's grasping for control amid rising chaos. “that boy…he was already dead when i found him. i just didn’t want him to be alone.” his gaze flickers to you, searching, pleading silently for understanding.

“you believe me, don’t you?” he asks, the words a fragile thread hung between hope and desperation, as if your belief could anchor him against the suspicions swirling in the room. suhyeok and namra exchange a hard glance, neither of them nodding. the air is thick with doubt.

your throat tightens. he's still playing the kind, concerned version of himself. still trying to manipulate you. his eyes were almost drawing you to him, you couldn't help but take a step to the side to want to see him more. quickly suhyeok noticed and blocked you again, "shut it." he said in a low voice. that made kyungho smirk, "oh i get it now." he looked at suhyeok then namra who was standing on guard and then at daesu who was still half out the window and half inside.

"you don't see it, do you?" he gestures to suhyeok, "he's just jealous because y/n and i, actually have a connection." kyungho steps forward as he says it with confidence.

"he doesn't want anything to do with you, so get over it." suhyeok sneered at him. "guess you didn't tell him, huh y/n?" kyungho scoffs and says louder for you to hear. your ears burn red as he continues to talk, you gulp with your eyes closed, "y/n is more of a gentleman than i am. you see, we've been intimate already-" before he could finish, namra’s growl breaks your trance. she moves first. in a blur, she lunges - half-human, half-starved monster, her hands slam into kyungho’s chest, pushing him back into the hallway with unnatural strength.

he stumbles, shocked, but recovers quickly, grabbing her by the wrist and twisting hard. namra hisses in pain but doesn't back down, her eyes blazing with fury as kyungho's face twists in a mix of anger and surprise.

suhyeok follows a heartbeat later, crashing into both kyungho and namra, sending them sprawling into the hallway in a tangled mess of limbs. “go!” he yells back at the group, his voice urgent and commanding. “get y/n out now!” daesu, still clinging to the rope halfway across, looks back with a mix of fear and adrenaline. the others – onjo, mijin, hari, hroryeong, wujin – start moving quickly, trying to get across to safety as suhyeok buys them time by confronting kyungho in the hallway.

you standing frozen before daesu shouted your name so loud his mouth was so wide, he has his hand out to you. "come on! we dont have time!" daesu shouts at you, you can only see darkness behind the window where daesu is waiting, you think for a second as you glance back to hear tumbling and you feel a lump in your throat leaving namra and suhyeok but you run towards daesu and he lets you go first, you hold onto the rope and scoot as you look to see hroryeong climbing through the next building's window. wujin is yelling for you and daesu to hurry, you're frantic as you look down and see the crowd of zombies gnawing their jaws at the air, their grotesque faces twisted upwards, mouths open like they're tasting the fear hanging in the air. your heart races as you move faster, the rope swaying ominously with each jerk of your movement.

daesu's urging you on, "faster!" he says, his voice tight with panic, as you both try to get across before the zombies below get any closer or something worse happens in the hallway behind you.

you scoot faster along the rope, your hands gripping tight as the swaying increases with your speed. hroryeong is almost through the window of the next building, and wujin is yelling again, "hurry! get in!" you glance down one more time and see the zombies below getting more agitated, their moans rising like a chorus of hunger, some of them reaching up with claw-like hands as if trying to grab you from the thin air. daesu's right behind you on the rope, pushing you to move quicker. you get closer to the window, hroryeong reaching out to grab your arm and pull you in as soon as you're close enough. wujin grabs daesu's arm the moment he's near and hauls him in too.

you both tumble into the dimly lit room of the next building, gasping for breath. the group huddles together, listening to the muted sounds of chaos outside the zombies moaning, glass breaking faintly in the distance. namra and suhyeok are still back there, and everyone's worried about what'll happen to them.

the tension in the room is thick as everyone catches their breath, listening intently for any sign of namra and suhyeok. wujin paces a little, checking the window they'd just climbed through for any signs of pursuit. hroryeong tries to calm down, whispering something about making it out alive. daesu leans against the wall, eyes closed like he's trying to shut out the stress. you glance around the dim room, it's some kind of abandoned office, dusty papers scattered everywhere, broken furniture overturned.

suddenly, you hear muffled sounds from the direction of the previous building, shouts, a crash, and then a scream. everyone's ears perk up. "namra..." mijin whispers, fear in her voice. wujin moves to the window again, peering back toward the building they'd escaped from. "we have to know what's happening," he says lowly.

before everyone could come up with a plan, cheongsan was already slowly opening the door and heading out into the hallway, speed walking with determination in his steps. onjo whispers to him to slow down, "cheongsan, wait!" but no one could stop him from saving his friend. his eyes are fixed on the direction of the previous building, a resolute look on his face. he moves swiftly and silently down the hall, trying not to draw attention to himself. onjo and the others follow closely behind, trying to keep up with cheongsan's pace while keeping an eye out for any potential threats. as they move through the deserted hallway, the sounds of the previous building grow louder. shouts, scuffles, and the occasional crash. cheongsan's pace quickens, his heart pounding in his chest. he rounds a corner and sees the stairwell leading down to the first floor. "suhyeok... namra..." he whispers to himself, bracing for what he might find.

suddenly hearing namra shouting outside. she's screaming her head off, but she doesn't sound like she's in pain. you quickly peak outside one window to see that she's luring the zombies away from the building. the hoard is pushing over one another and snapping their jaws at the air as they begin running towards her, you see a small glimpse of namra before she's gone in a split second, her dark figure darting between the zombies like a shadow. "she's luring them away." you tell the others who are also looking now, relief and worry mixing in your voice.

onjo's eyes widen in alarm, "is she okay?" wujin frowns, "she's buying us time, let's not waste it." cheongsan's gaze lingers on the direction namra went, a mix of gratitude and concern etched on his face. "we need to find suhyeok," he says firmly, turning away from the window.

you nodding at cheongsan, and cheongsan counts down before opening up the door to the outside and everyone begins running to the building they were just in. that's when suhyeok comes flying through the glass door, his body crashing into the debris as glass shards fly everywhere. cheongsan shields onjo and you shield hroryeong, protecting your faces from the shattered glass. you open your eyes to see kyungho slowly limping out, one of his arms is missing and he has scratches on his face but he doesn't look fazed, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. he raises his head high as he walks out now with everyone else watching in horror, cheongsan shouts before running up to kyungho but kyungho sees him and grabs him by his shirt before tossing him right beside suhyeok like he's a rag doll.

"stop it!" onjo shouts loudly, feeling her eyes well up seeing cheongsan tossed like he was nothing. "you think this will make y/n like you?! huh!?" she shouts at him, her voice trembling with anger and fear. you stand frozen, looking over at suhyeok, not knowing kyungho is staring at you now, his gaze piercing through the chaos. he follows your eyes, "god...even when i help you get rid of a guy who doesn't deserve you, you still look at him." he chuckles tiredly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

kyungho's gaze lingers on you, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and sadness. suhyeok slowly gets up, his eyes locked on kyungho with a fierce intensity. cheongsan struggles to his feet, his face twisted in pain, but he's ready to defend himself if needed. onjo's still shouting at kyungho, her voice hoarse from screaming, "you're insane! what do you want from us?" kyungho's smile grows wider, his eyes never leaving yours. "i want what's mine," he says, his voice low and menacing.

suhyeok takes a step forward, his fists clenched. "you're not getting anything from him," he growls, his eyes flashing with protectiveness. kyungho's laughter echoes through the hallway, a cold, mirthless sound. "we'll see about that," he says, his eyes glinting with determination.

you finally see how rough suhyeok really looks. his shirt is torn to shreds, smeared with dirt and blood, his skin marked by deep cuts that look painfully fresh. one hand presses hard against his ribs, and though he’s trying not to flinch, the way his jaw tightens betrays just how much it hurts.

you hesitate for a moment, taking it all in, before your voice cuts through the chaos. “enough, kyungho.” the calmness in your tone is startling against the noise around you, so soft, so steady, that everyone immediately turns their eyes on you.

“i’m sorry,” you begin, swallowing back the lump in your throat. “i’m sorry you were twisted into this…” you take a slow step forward, though there’s still plenty of space between you and him. “i’m sorry we couldn’t be closer… not in this lifetime.” kyungho frowns, confused. the others shift uneasily, not understanding where you’re going with this. but you press on. “i’m sorry we never had the chance to be friends before all of this.”

kyungho shakes his head, reaching out a hand to you. “stay with me… and we can. i’ll let your friends go. no one else has to die. but don’t test me.” behind you, suhyeok’s voice breaks through louder now, strained but commanding.

“don’t piss me off.” everyone assumes he’s speaking to kyungho, but you know better. those words are for you. a desperate warning not to throw yourself into something reckless. you step forward again, this time twice as far. hari’s hand shoots out, gripping your arm tightly. “one more step, and we can’t save you,” she whispers, her voice trembling. you nod, as if you understand, but your body keeps moving. her hand slips away, helplessly.

then, out of nowhere, a shadow drops from above - namra. she lands with perfect precision, her grip locking around kyungho before he can react. in a blur of motion, her teeth sink into his neck. there’s a sickening crunch, and she tears straight through until his head gives way completely, snapping free in a spray of blood. you stumble back, the world tilting, your chest heaving at the shock of it all. never, never in your life have you seen her like this.

namra hops off kyungho’s back with an almost feral grace, landing in a crouch. her mouth is smeared with blood, crimson dripping down her chin in thick rivulets. in one hand, she clutches his severed head like a grotesque trophy, her fingers sunk deep into his hair. one of her eyes is already clouded and rotting, the skin around it peeling as if decay itself is taking her piece by piece.

she’s panting heavily, every breath ragged, wet. between gasps, she chews slowly on a strip of torn flesh that broke off in her mouth. the sound is sickening, the kind that makes your stomach twist. your eyes go wide, frozen in place, unable to reconcile the friend you once knew with the figure standing before you now.

hari doesn’t hesitate. her hand jerks to her quiver, and in one smooth motion, she pulls out an arrow, notching it against the string. her bow is steady, aimed directly at namra’s heart but before she can let go, onjo rushes forward, stepping into the line of fire.

“don’t do it,” she pleads, voice breaking, her hands raised in front of her like a fragile shield. hari narrows her gaze, her whole body tense. her fingers flex against the bowstring, ready to release. “move.” the single word cuts through the air like a blade. onjo shakes her head, tears blurring her vision, but her feet stay rooted to the ground and then, behind her, namra finally speaks. her voice is low, cracked, trembling, but laced with a stubborn strength. she shakes her head, blood still dripping down her chin, tears sliding silently over her pale face. “no… i can still… i can still fight it.” her shoulders quake, but she stands tall, clutching the head tighter, trying desperately to hold on to the last shreds of herself.

suddenly, the sound rips through the night—running feet, guttural growls echoing down the street. everyone stiffens, heads snapping toward the noise. the same horde namra had driven away earlier is back, drawn in by the chaos and shouting.

“run!” wujin’s voice cracks as he points into the dark.

instantly, the group bursts into motion. mijin grabs you by the arm, hauling you up from the ground before you can even steady yourself. she doesn’t let go, pulling you alongside her as you sprint. beside you, cheongsan has suhyeok slung across his shoulder, his face twisted in pain but refusing to slow down. his breath comes in ragged gasps as he forces his legs to move faster.

“where’s namra?!” you shout, your eyes darting frantically, but her figure is nowhere to be found.

“just keep running!” mijin yells back, her grip on you tightening. you glance over your shoulder, chest heaving. the sight makes your blood run cold, tthe horde is charging full force, their silhouettes surging like a dark wave. no sign of namra, only the snarling undead tearing after you. everyone’s breathing grows louder, harsher, as the group veers right down a narrower street. but stray zombies stumble from the shadows, closing in from the sides. hari’s bowstring hums, arrows flying with precise speed, each shot finding its mark. daesu, wild-eyed, swings his baseball bat, the crunch of bone cracking under his strikes. “this way!” onjo’s voice rings out as she ushers everyone into a narrow side alley. one by one, they dart inside, feet pounding against the pavement.

you reach the intersection of a four-way street when something flickers in the corner of your vision. to the left just for a heartbeat you swear you see namra, running down the opposite street alone. “namra,” you breathe, your voice breaking. without thinking, your legs propel you forward, full speed. “y/n!” wujin shouts after you, but his voice fades behind the pounding in your ears. “namra! it’s me!” you whisper-shout, scanning the shadows desperately as you push yourself faster, lungs burning.

a sudden noise makes you skid to a halt the sharp clatter of a kicked can bouncing against the concrete somewhere ahead. your heart lurches, and you chase after it, convinced it’s her. but when you round the corner, it’s not what you expect. there’s no namra.

instead, four adult zombies stand with their backs half-turned to you, pressed against a wall, gnawing and clawing at nothing fleshless stone beneath their teeth. the sound of bone scraping cement is grotesque, maddening. you freeze. your breath hitches. every instinct screams at you not to move. slowly, carefully, you begin to step backward, your footfalls as light as you can manage.

you pause, heart slamming in your chest, weighing the risk. the four zombies are too distracted to notice you, their jaws grinding against stone like it’s flesh. you take one last shaky step back, then turn sharply on your heel.

run.

your body jolts forward, feet slapping against the pavement as quietly as you can manage. but the darkness swallows everything—the streets blur into one another, shadows stretching into endless copies of the same narrow alleys. you can’t tell left from right, can’t tell if you’re retracing your steps or spiraling deeper into the maze. your breath grows uneven. the echo of your own footsteps bounces off the buildings, making it impossible to know if it’s just you or something chasing.

“mijin?!” you whisper out hoarsely. “wujin?!”

no answer. just the suffocating dark, broken by the occasional distant growl. panic gnaws at you. every corner looks the same—cracked sidewalks, broken lamps, windows like gaping mouths. you turn down another street, desperate, only to find another empty stretch of road, littered with overturned trash cans and broken glass. your chest tightens. the realization hits you: you don’t know where the others went. you’re alone.

as the first light of dawn crept over the desolate cityscape, you found yourself huddled in a large, green dumpster, the metal walls enclosing you in a putrid embrace. the stench of rotting garbage and decay wafted up, making your stomach churn, but you didn't dare emerge. hours had ticked by since the chaos erupted, each one an eternity of uncertainty and fear. now, with the sun slowly rising, casting a pale glow over the devastated streets, you were left to grapple with the harsh reality of your situation. the dumpster, once a refuge, now felt like a prison, its confines suffocating. you shifted uncomfortably, the rusty metal creaking beneath you, and wondered what the new day would bring more danger, more loss, or perhaps a glimmer of hope?

the silence outside was oppressive, punctuated only by the distant moans and shuffling footsteps of the infected, a constant reminder that you weren't safe, not yet.

you emerge slowly from the dumpster, your eyes scanning the desolate street as the sky transitions into a soft, purplish light blue hue, signaling the dawn's gentle awakening. the familiar sights and sounds of your neighborhood bring a mix of relief and trepidation. you hop out of the dumpster, your gaze drifting upwards to the street sign, and your heart skips a beat as you realize you're on your own street.

the sign creaks gently in the morning breeze, bearing the name you’ve known all your life. your eyes widen at the thought of your dad, and a surge of hope and fear propels you forward. you stick close to the walls and shadows, your senses on high alert as you make your way towards your apartment building. finally, you see the familiar structure looming before you, and your pace quickens as you climb the stairs. but halfway up, a jolt of reality hits you – you're unarmed and vulnerable. you freeze, your mind racing with the dangers that might await you inside. your gaze sweeps the surroundings, searching for anything that could serve as a makeshift weapon. your eyes land on a metal pole protruding from a broken window, partially hidden by tattered curtains. you dash towards it, grasping the cool metal firmly.

the weight of it in your hands provides a semblance of security. with newfound determination, you grip the pole tightly and resume your ascent, stopping in front of your apartment door. you pause, listening intently for any sounds emanating from within. the silence is oppressive, leaving you wondering what – or who – might be waiting for you on the other side.

you find yourself standing in front of a door, chest rising and falling hard, every breath echoing in your ears. the street behind you has gone eerily quiet no footsteps, no growls just silence. your eyes drop to the doorknob. it hangs loosely, the wood splintered where it’s been kicked in, the door slightly ajar. your throat goes dry, a heaviness pressing down on you. fingers tightening around the pole in your grip, you push gently. the door creaks as it swings open, slow and reluctant, until it rests against the wall.

nothing. just darkness spilling out. you step inside, each footfall cautious. for a moment, you debate calling out—his name, a word, anything—but it sticks in your throat. the living room stretches before you. familiar shapes in the dark. except… not quite. your eyes land on the lamp in the corner—the one that used to bring you comfort on nights you were too afraid to sleep. now it lies in shards on the ground, glass glittering faintly in the moonlight leaking through the window. you swallow hard and force yourself to move deeper into the house.

the hallway feels suffocating. you peek into your parents’ bedroom, half-expecting movement, a shadow, a voice. but it’s still. the bed made, everything neat. too neat. you turn away, heading toward the kitchen. that’s when it hits you. a smell. thick, rancid, unmistakable. flies buzz faintly, the sound growing louder as you step closer. your stomach twists before you even see it, but then— there he is. your father’s body lies crumpled on the floor, limbs slack, skin already pale with decay. the pole trembles in your grip as the world narrows around you.

your hands tremble uncontrollably as you stumble backward, the wall a cold, unforgiving surface that halts your retreat. the metal pole slips from your grasp, clattering to the floor with a hollow sound that seems to echo through your mind. you cover your eyes, as if the darkness might shield you from the reality unfolding before you. the words spill out in a desperate, anguished whisper: "no... no, no, no, no..." the repetition is a fragile barrier against the crushing weight of your loss. you can't bear the thought of facing the truth – that your father is gone, and you're left with nothing but emptiness and isolation. the silence in the room seems to grow thicker, more oppressive, as if it's suffocating you. your breaths come in ragged gasps, each one a struggle against the overwhelming grief that's threatening to consume you. you're frozen in a moment that feels like it will never end, the world around you reduced to nothing but pain and despair.

as the days blurred together, a month of solitude passed, marked by the silence and emptiness that filled your world. you went through the motions, numb and detached, as you struggled to come to terms with your new reality. the first week was a blur of grim tasks, like dragging your father's body out of the apartment and disposing of it in the dumpster. you fixed the busted front door with makeshift repairs, using tape and nails to create a fragile barrier between you and the outside world.

in the second week, you began to venture out, scavenging for supplies and exploring the abandoned city. the silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of your footsteps echoing off the buildings. you gathered what you could, stockpiling food and water, but the emptiness within you seemed to grow with each passing day.

the third week brought chaos, as loud explosions rocked the city, sending you running for cover. you got caught in a fence, and panic set in, but then you saw a cat, its eyes watching you calmly. it was a small, fleeting moment of connection, but it was enough to make you realize how long it had been since you'd seen another living being. you took the cat home, and for the first time in weeks, you felt a spark of companionship.

the fourth week was one of quiet introspection, spent inside with your new feline companion. you had enough food and water to last, and the cat's presence seemed to bring a sense of calm to the apartment. you watched it curl up in the sunbeams that streamed through the windows, and for a moment, the weight of your solitude seemed a little more bearable.

as the days turned into weeks, you found a fragile sense of routine in your solitude. the cat became your sole companion, and you grew accustomed to its gentle purrs and soft fur. you'd talk to it occasionally, sharing your thoughts and feelings with the only listener you had left. the cat would watch you with curious eyes, as if trying to understand the words that spilled from your lips. your days fell into a predictable pattern: scavenging for supplies in the morning, spending the afternoons exploring the nearby areas, and the evenings curled up with the cat, watching the stars twinkle to life in the night sky. you'd lost track of time, unsure of the date or the day of the week, but the rhythm of your life had become a comforting cadence.

one day, as you were out on a scavenging mission, you stumbled upon a small, abandoned library. the doors creaked as you pushed them open, and the musty smell of old books wafted out, carrying with it memories of a time when knowledge and stories were cherished. you wandered through the shelves, running your fingers over the spines of the books, feeling a sense of wonder and discovery.

the cat, who'd tagged along, wove in and out of your legs, purring softly as you settled into a worn armchair, surrounded by the silence of the library. you opened a book at random, and the words on the page seemed to come alive, transporting you to a world beyond your own.

the rhythmic stomping echoed through the library, growing louder with each passing moment. a voice, firm and commanding, cut through the silence, "check for any possible signs of the undead!" the words sent a shiver down your spine as you realized the sound belonged to soldiers. you instinctively backed away from the noise, your heart racing with a mix of fear and uncertainty. the soldiers' arrival stirred up memories you'd rather forget – memories of promises unkept and protection that never came. you wondered if these soldiers were any different, if they would truly offer the safety and security you so desperately craved. your hand instinctively went to the cat by your side, a silent gesture of seeking comfort in the only companionship you had left. as the soldiers moved closer, their footsteps and murmurs filling the space, you hesitated.

the soldiers' footsteps echoed through the library, growing louder with each passing moment. you held your breath, frozen in uncertainty, as they methodically cleared the shelves and corners. the cat, sensing your tension, remained still beside you, its eyes fixed on the approaching soldiers. suddenly, a beam of light cut through the dimness, illuminating your hiding spot. a soldier's voice, firm but cautious, called out, "we've got a survivor here!" the words hung in the air, a mixture of relief and apprehension washing over you. the soldiers approached you slowly, their faces obscured by helmets and masks, their eyes scanning you for signs of injury or infection. one of them knelt beside you, offering a canteen of water and a gentle smile. "hey, it's okay. you're safe now. we're here to help." the words were reassuring, but your mind replayed memories of past disappointments.

You couldn’t believe it when you heard the door open, fearing the worst and not bothering to turn around even when you heard the soft and hesitant footsteps.

“(Y/n)?” The voice said and you swiftly turned around to see Cheong-san there with a hesitant and terrified face. Once he’d realized you weren’t a zombie, his face transformed from one of being terrified to one of extreme relief with a hint of guilt for some reason. He rushed toward you and brought you into a hug that you instinctually returned. He held you tightly in a friendly embrace upon your reunion and you held him back just as tightly, glad that even if you couldn’t completely keep your promise to On-jo, he came out safe and sound.

At least you thought so.

You pulled away and looked him over, turning him around so you could see his back and then back around again when you realized he was indeed safe with no serious injuries or worse, bite marks.

“Oh, thank god,” he exclaimed as he also looked you over to see you were safe. “I was so worried I’d lost you forever there.”

“Yeah, to be honest, me too. I wasn’t sure if I would make it out alive and I have no idea how I was able to make it here without getting hurt. How about you? How the hell did you make it here? I thought you went downstairs?” You interrogated and slapped his arm at his stupid actions.

He took a deep breath before determination set on his face and he stared you directly in the eyes. “(Y/n), I need to tell you something-”

A soft squealing noise from the speakers interrupted him and you both looked at it in confusion. After a few seconds, you heard voices coming through

“Anyone?” A voice that sounded like Joon-yeong sounded out softly.

“I've never done it before,” a voice like Dae-su’s called out and a smile grew onto your face at the sound of your new friends’ bantering.

“Somebody do it. Dae-su?” Another voice spoke, this one more feminine and sounding like either On-jo or Hyo-ryung.

“Here goes nothing… Uh, mic test. One, two. One, two. Cheong-san and (Y/n), are you there? We-”

“What are you doing?” A voice that you recognized instantly as Su-hyeok’s spoke and the grin on your face faded to a small smile of relief. It seemed like so long ago that you had heard him even if it was maybe only an hour ago.

“Hey, (Y/n), Cheong-san, do you hear us?”

“It's Su-hyeok,” you spoke softly and Cheong-san gave you a smile.

“It's Su-hyeok,” Su-hyeok repeated and you and Cheong-san laughed a little at the coincidence. “We'll come to you, so stay put. Got it?”

“Hell no, not happening-”

“Don't come, moron. You're gonna get bit-”

You and Cheong-san spoke at the same time, protesting to the speakerphone.

“I know what the both of you will say, but we can't hear you here.”

“What the hell are you doing, Bare-su?” Cheong-san whispered and you just shook your head as you walked towards the door, looking through the window to see if it was clear.

“So don't go anywhere. Wait for us. You really can't go anywhere, okay? We'll come now.”

Just as you were about to open the door, seeing that there were no zombies nearby for the time being, his next words stopped you in your tracks like a deer in headlights.

“(Y/n). I know you’re stubborn and never take any of my advice, but please. Please stay where you’re at. For me?” He whispered the last part and you leaned your forehead against the glass of the sliding door, debating with yourself on which you would do: stay and wait for the group, or go to them.

You didn’t really get any say in the matter when a zombie suddenly ran up to the door and slammed against it, its blood covered mouth smearing along the glass.

“Yeah, nope…” You concluded and went over to take a seat on one of the chairs in the room. You ignored the rest of what the group was unintentionally saying into the microphone and laid your head down when suddenly On-jo spoke directly to Cheong-san.

“Cheong-san. Please stay still. I know you never listen to me, but please do it this time.”

You saw Cheong-san stop in his tracks from where he too was about to open the door and run out. He walked over to sit next to you and you both sat in a comfortable silence.

“Time for meditation,” a sudden and unfamiliar voice interrupted the silence and you shot up, confused.

Tranquil music started playing and your confusion turned into an amused smile.

“Once again, another fun day at school,” you laughed at the voice and leaned your face on one of your hands while the other wrapped itself around your waist.

“Everyone, close your eyes… and calm your hearts.”

You turned around to look at Cheong-san and immediately bursted out laughing at the annoyed smile he had on his face.

“They couldn’t have picked any better music?” He asked with distaste.

“Aw, come on Cheong-san, you don’t wanna meditate?” You teased and sat on one of the desks with your legs crossed and your hands placed palm up on your knees. “Let us meditate together, my young padawan.”

“You’re so stupid,” he laughed and you pouted at him before falling backwards so you were lying down on the desks.

“Yeah? We’ll you’re just an ultra big meanie,” you insulted childishly and flipped him off which he snorted at.

You suddenly heard a bunch of growling and shot up again, getting back on your guard as you saw dozens of zombies run down the hallways towards the corridor speaker.

“Now that’s why they did it! That’s smart,” you complimented and Cheong-san nodded in agreement.

You sat there for a minute until the door burst open and the group came trampling in.

“Oh, shit,” Dae-su exclaimed as he walked over to where the two of you were and pulled you both in for a hug. “Where were you guys? Idiots.”

“Where's On-jo?” Cheong-san asked worriedly and seconds later the girl came rushing in. “On-jo!” Cheong-san shoved himself out of Dae-su’s arms so he could rush towards her and Dae-su focused his energy on squeezing the life out of you.

“(Y/n)! I never would have thought I would miss your glare so much!” He cried out dramatically and you laughed as you returned the hug, basking in the embrace of a friend.

“How did you guys know we were here?” You heard Cheong-san ask and turned around just in time to see him get kicked in the back of the knees by On-jo.

“I told you not to go! Why don't you ever listen to me?” She complained with a voice ready to start crying.

“Hey, save the lovers' quarrel for later,” Dae-su stopped the argument and went over to help lift Cheong-san up.

“Let's go!” Wu-jin directed, panting to get his breath.

“Where?” You asked, still stuck on how they even knew where you and Cheong-san were.

“We have to get to the roof before the meditation music ends.”

You looked behind On-jo in worry as you didn’t see either of your best friends anywhere in sight.

“Let's go. Hurry!” Dae-su urged but you stopped their movements when you spoke.

“Wait! Where’s Nam-ra and Su-hyeok? They were with you guys… right? Where are they now?”

On-jo looked stunned, just now realizing the same thing as you but you didn’t wait for her to react as you quickly opened the door and rushed outside.

“Where are you going?” Cheong-san anxiously asked as you rushed out.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Dae-su called out after you as both he and Cheong-san ran after your retreating form.

You stopped running and sighed in relief when you saw Nam-ra and Su-hyeok running down the hall, Nam-ra holding her arm in pain and Su-hyeok running behind her to make sure she didn’t fall behind with blood splattered across his face.

“Are you crazy? Don't go by yourself!” Cheong-san commanded when he and the group caught up to you.

Your look of relief vanished as you saw the concern and sternness on both of their faces as they came closer.

“Go in! Go inside!” Su-hyeok demanded and everyone turned around to see the zombies that had once gathered at the speaker were now chasing toward them.

“Shit! Go back!” You yelled.

“They're coming!” Dae-su yelled as he ran back into the classroom, everyone following close behind with Su-hyeok to be the last one there and the one who closed the door behind him.

“They can still see us!” You expressed nervously and speedily ran towards one of the curtains that hung across the wall with the doors in the room.

“Yes! The curtains. Come on!” Joon-yeong told everyone and they all ran to cover the windows with the curtains before pausing to take a deep breath of relief.

Nam-ra ran towards the windows facing the outside and closed those curtains before turning towards where the zombie stuck under the piano was.

“There's a zombie there,” you started as you walked towards her. “Don’t worry, though, it’s caught under a piano, so it can’t go anywhere.”

She nodded and you brought her into your arms for a tight hug. She sighed against your shoulder and you squeezed her harder before letting her go and giving her a tight smile. The both of you leaned back against two desks with your hands interlocked as the group started talking again.

“We can't… go to the roof…” Hyo-ryung stated sadly and your head turned to her. “We're trapped again, aren't we?” Although the sentence was a question, it was stated like a fact.

“There are zombies out there, so…” Su-hyeok started to explain and your eyes locked, you could feel your eyes burn by how he looked at you; with so much pain and regret and guilt and relief that you couldn’t handle it. You smiled at him before turning your head back so it was facing forward. “Let's just think a little.”

“This is so annoying,” you heard Nam-ra whisper irritatedly from beside you and you rubbed your thumb over her knuckles in an attempt to comfort her while also comforting yourself.

After a few beats of silence, only interrupted by the group’s heavy breathing, Hyo-ryung suddenly stood up and she looked at you and Nam-ra, horrified.

“Hey. Hey, Nam-ra,” she started and your gaze finally found its way to her face. “What happened to your arm?” She pointed towards your best friend’s arm while backing up. “That's a bite mark, isn't it?”

As everyone started to stand up and back away from the two of you, you just looked down at where her “bite” was and sure enough there was a bite there. Not moving or letting go of her in any way, you just stared at the bite in silence, biting your lip as tears sprung in your eyes and your nose stung.

“No. No, no, no. Please no! I can’t lose you!” You whispered as you begged whatever god was listening to hear your prayers and leaned your forehead onto Nam-ra’s shoulder. Su-hyeok came rushing up to defend her when Cheong-san charged forward with a music stand in his hands.

“No. That’s not it,” he tried to explain but Cheong-san was insistent.

“Move. Step back, Su-hyeok.”

“That's not it, asshole,” Su-hyeok explained harshly again and turned back to Nam-ra who had an arm wrapped around your shoulder to comfort you.

“Tell him. You weren't bitten by a zombie,” he begged her but she stayed silent. Your tears subsided as you heard him say that and now you just looked confused. “Say something!” From out of your eyesight, Dae-su and Wu-jin had snuck towards you and ripped you out of Nam-ra’s grasp, holding onto you tightly as you thrashed to go back to her.

As Su-hyeok stepped towards you at your cries in order to help, you saw Cheong-san dash forward with the music stand again and you screamed. “No!”

Su-hyeok rushed back to stand in front of Nam-ra and stop Cheong-san from delivering any blows.

“Gwi-nam! He bit her. It wasn’t zombies,” he explained. Your struggles died down in surprise and you just gaped at him in a state of shock.

“Who?” Cheong-san asked in confusion.

“Gwi-nam. The bully.”

“Yoon Gwi-nam?”

“Yeah,” Su-hyeok confirmed and Cheong-san turned to Nam-ra.

“Nam-ra. Did Gwi-nam really bite you?” She shot a glance at you but you didn’t notice from how you continued to stare at the boy who brought the heartbreaking and unbelievable news to you all. She nodded slightly.

“Say it clearly,” Cheong-san demanded.

“It’s true,” Su-hyeok had confirmed in Nam-ra’s stead since she was continuing to remain quiet.

“Gwi-nam was bitten by zombies,” Cheong-san told him and he scoffed in disbelief.

“Bullshit.”

“I saw him get bit. If you get bitten by zombies, you turn into one,” he explained what all of you already knew as if Su-hyeok had forgotten it. “So if Gwi-nam bit her-”

“He's not one of them!” Su-hyeok yelled and the zombies behind the curtains started growling louder and banging on the doors and windows. “Gwi-nam wasn't a zombie,” he stated more quietly but still in a stern and convinced tone. “He wasn’t. He literally talked to me,” he turned to Nam-ra for help but she hadn’t taken her eyes off of you. “You saw him. He wasn't a zombie at all.”

…

…

…

“What?”

Your soft voice cut through the air like a knife and everyone’s attention turned to you where you were still held onto by Dae-su even after you had stopped struggling. Su-hyeok and Cheong-san both looked at you with guilty eyes filled with remorse and regret.

“My brother did this? My brother bit you?” You asked as you looked at Nam-ra and she looked devastated. “A-and he’s… he’s a zombie?” You continued as tears streaked down your cheeks unwillingly. You turned to Cheong-san. “You saw him get bit? When was that? Why didn’t you tell me?” You let out, your breathing staggering and growing uneven as you continued to mentally comprehend all the information that was thrown at you in the past 2 minutes.

Su-hyeok let out a sigh of anger and regret. He couldn’t believe he had said all those things in front of you with no hesitation or tenderness. He carefully walked over to you and Dae-su let you go. Your knees buckled from the overwhelming sensation of your emotions rampaging but Su-hyeok caught you in his arms just in time before you fell. He whispered apologies into your hair as your tears soaked through his blazer despite how your body showed no other signs of you crying.

Nam-ra turned back to look at Cheong-san before standing up. “Are you sure he was bitten by a zombie?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, his eyes only flickering away from you for a second to answer her question.

“So I'll turn into a zombie,” she concluded.

“No!” You screamed out and left Su-hyeok’s arms to rush over to her, grabbing her upper arms and squeezing as you looked her dead in the eyes. “You won’t. Su-hyeok said that Gw...” you stopped when your voice broke. “That he wasn’t a zombie, at least not a full zombie,” you turned around to look at the group, specifically at Cheong-san. “I’m not saying you’re a liar but I also believe that Su-hyeok had seen him and he wasn’t a zombie. She won’t turn. She won’t. I know it,” you stated confidently.

Nam-ra grabbed your hand and squeezed it, getting your attention and turning you back towards her. “(Y/n)...” She brought you into a proper hug and you sobbed once. “Thank you… I’ll never forget your friendship,” she whispered in your ear before pushing you away gently and walking towards the classroom door.

“Nam… please!” You begged and she stopped in the middle of the room, turning back to look at you.

“I always loved that nickname,” she turned back around to walk towards the door but you rushed forward to grab her hand.

“You won’t turn. You won’t,” you told her as convincingly as possible before wiping your tears aggressively and walking back towards the group, dragging her behind you as she struggled to free herself from your grip. You elbowed Su-hyeok lightly to continue with his defense and he started immediately.

“She won't turn into one. Don't you trust me?”

“I saw when Gwi-nam got bitten,” Cheong-san’s eyes flittered to you as he spoke and they were filled with guilt that seemed to increase with every pass over your face. “It happened after fighting with me.”

“I fought him, too. Believe me,” Su-hyeok grabbed your free hand with one of his own as he spoke and squeezed three times, the usual thing you two did to non-verbally express an apology. “I know.”

Squeezing Su-hyeok’s hand tightly, you shook him off and dragged Nam-ra over to the window where you yanked open the curtains and opened one of the windows, turning back around to face the group, your hand still holding onto hers.

“There. Problem solved. If she turns I’ll just push her out of the window and none of you will be harmed in the process. Okay? So put the fucking music stand down and back the fuck off,” you told all of them with a sharp glare.

“(Y/n),” Nam-ra tugged on your hand and brought your attention down to her. “You shouldn’t do this.”

You gaped at her, mouth opened slightly in slight disbelief. “Nam-ra. You are my best friend. Like hell am I letting you get away that easily.”

Your slight joke fell upon deaf ears as your serious tone covered it up.

“(Y/n),” you heard Cheong-san say to you and so you turned back to him.

“Back the fuck up.”

He lifted the music stand so he was holding it like a baseball bat and you glared at him, an act that unfortunately had no effect on him.

“I’m warning you, Cheong-san. Don’t come any closer,” you threatened but he just shot you back a glare of his own as his eyes filled with protectiveness.

“Screw you, (Y/n). I warned you first. Gyeong-su was enough, I won’t lose any more friends.”

You took a deep breath before spitting out your words with venom coating your tongue.

“Well then, I guess it’s a good thing we’re not friends. Isn’t it, Cheong-san?”

His glare hardened and he rolled his eyes. “You and I both know that fact has changed over the past day. You’ve made friends with everyone here no matter what you want to believe. We all care for you, which is exactly the reason why I’m not going to let you do this to yourself.”

“Well too fucking bad, because you can’t fucking stop me,” you told him, not bothering to speak about any of the previous things, knowing you would lose that argument.

“Get out of my way,” he demanded.

“Cheong-san, stop it,” Su-hyeok tried.

“Get out of my way!” he yelled again but your hold just tightened on Nam-ra’s hand while you stayed silent.

Su-hyeok pushed Cheong-san away and they started shoving each other when Nam-ra suddenly screamed out, “Stop it, both of you!”

They pushed each other away as both of them turned back to look at the two of you.

“If I feel strange in any way… I'll just end it quickly.”

You wiped away the stray tear that fell from your eyes at her words.

“Sorry, but-” Cheong-san started, about to convey more doubts about her condition until she interrupted him.

“No need to be sorry. I'm actually not sorry, not at all.”

“... sorry,” he continued and looked down in shame.

“Su-hyeok,” Nam-ra called out to him. “Kill me if I turn,” she turned to look at you. “I know you won’t be able to.”

“Hey, wait!” You called to her and tried to yank her back as she hopped up to sit on the ledge of the window but she just pulled your hands into her lap while her free one was holding onto the window frame to support her balance.

After a while, when you were leaning against the window and rubbing your fingers against the knuckles of Nam-ra’s hand while avoiding the eyes of Su-hyeok, you felt other eyes on you. You turned to look at Nam-ra only to see her staring intently at your neck. You smiled sadly as you knew what most likely was happening and not wanting to accept it.

“Nam?”

She grabbed your neck and pulled you closer to her just as you saw Cheong-san rush towards the both of you.

“(Y/n)!”

You turned your body so you were standing in front of Nam-ra to prevent her from receiving the blow, intending to take it yourself. You clenched your eyes tightly and waited for the pain to come but when the sound of the music stand hitting somebody’s body came, you felt nothing.

“Get out of the way!” Cheong-san yelled from behind you and you turned to see him with the music stand still in his hands except now it was broken and the top piece was across the room.

“Stop it!” Su-hyeok yelled at him from his place right in front of you where he was behind you just seconds before, and you finally connected the dots.

Su-hyeok took the blow for you.

Just as Cheong-san rushed forward, intending to strike again, Su-hyeok charged at him and slammed him on his back against a desk while raising a clenched fist in the air as a threat. “I said to stop it!”

“Stupid asshole!” Cheong-san yelled back and punched him in the face, successfully getting him off of him as they tussled around the room. You quickly moved to help Nam-ra as she weakly fell from the window sill and sat her into a chair while the boys fought on the other side of the room.

She breathed heavily and clenched her eyes shut as if fighting off something in her head. You heard different voices yelling over each other as they tried to break up the fight and turned back to see On-jo standing in front of the two of you and Su-hyeok holding Cheong-san back.

“Get out of my way! Let go of me!” He screamed as he resisted.

“Stop it. Are you blind? Look at Nam-ra,” On-jo surprised you as she defended your best friend. “She would have blood on her mouth if she bit her. Does she?” There was a pregnant pause as everyone looked at Nam-ra. “And she's not bleeding, right?” She defended more.

“It's true. There's no wound,” Dae-su pointed out as everyone then looked to you, no blood or wound from a bite anywhere on your body.

“But if Gwi-nam bit her-” Cheong-san started again.

“She's still fine, which means you'll be fine,” On-jo’s eyes shifted down to where he still held tightly to the music stand. “Come on, put that down. Stop being stubborn.”

The boy started to shake Su-hyeok off as he was still holding him. “Let go. I got it. Let go. Fuck,” he groaned.

“Why won't you drop that?” On-jo insisted.

“That's my business,” he told her and she rolled her eyes before turning to crouch down beside the two of you.

“Are you okay?” She questioned Nam-ra who stared forward blankly.

“Why do you care?”

“What?”

“It's just… it’s weird,” you started. “You've always hated us, so why are you suddenly starting to care now?”

On-jo looked down, “Sometimes, I still do,” she looked back up to stare you directly in the eye with an empathetic look. “But what's wrong is wrong.”

“She seems fine. Let's…” Wu-jin voiced after a silence once again settled over the group.

“She would've definitely turned by now,” reasoned Joon-yeong.

“No,” Nam-ra stated and stood up, you following her soon after to help her keep her balance while standing up straight, your hands separating in the process. “I'm not okay. I wanted to bite (Y/n).”

You stared at her in silence with a sad smile, knowing she was right and not being able to refute her words in any way.

“I really did,” she said again, still looking straight ahead, unable to meet your eyes. “I wanted to bite her.”

“Wait, what do you mean by that?” Cheong-san asked stupidly and you would have mocked him in any other circumstance.

“I mean… I wanted to bite her.

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| Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |

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