victim // gwi-nam

two

My eyes slowly drew open and I found myself on the floor, looking at the ceiling. My memory was iffy, and it took me a few seconds to understand where I was and why I was there. 

I sat up and immediately noticed the both lightweight and heavy feeling I had in my head at the same time. The front felt airy and made me feel light-headed, but the back felt like my head was holding up a weight. I moved my head around to stretch it and get the feeling away. Tilting my head back, I heard and felt a crack so loud I don't understand why I wasn't killed. I quite literally think I snapped something, but I didn't feel a thing. 

I looked ahead of me and noticed the door to the classroom was wide open enough for someone to get through. I slowly got up to reduce my likeliness of passing out, and walked over to the door, shutting it carefully and putting the umbrella on the floor back into the nook.

I sniffled and dribbled over to the sink, to try and heal my dry mouth. I turned the handle and water came pouring out. I leaned over to the side, bones continuing to crack and revealing sounds and moves that would no doubt hurt me. I was confused.

I wasn't feeling the need for so much water. As soon as my mouth wasn't dry anymore, I flipped the handle back and looked up at myself into the mirror. My skin was paler than usual.

It was impossible not to notice the chunk of flesh missing from the side of my neck. I'm surprised I didn't die, as fresh blood continued to run from the wound. 

Maybe that's where my light-headedness came from. A lack of blood. It'd be humorous if I ended up dying not by turning into a zombie but from blood loss from some human cannibal.

My white polo long sleeve was drenched in crimson blood. My long brown hair laid messily on my sides, my bangs completely disarranged. I had little blood spurts all over my cheeks, I don't remember where from. 

More than anything I wanted to find him. I wanted to find him, slap him in the face, tease a knife around his carotid artery, make him confess what the fuck he is, kill him if he didn't tell me.

But it would be difficult to find him. I don't think he's here to chill around and stay in the same place forever. He sounded as if he had something going on with the boys he asked about.

I had to make a plan that would attract his attention. And the only step I had in mind was to find Cheong-San. If I just crept from classroom to classroom, I'd eventually find a survivor or group. From there, interrogation.

I took my weight off the countertop on which I was using the sink and lightly walked over to the door. I glanced from left to right, and surprisingly didn't see a soul. Only task was to stay quiet.

I removed the umbrella I had just put against the door. Quietly sliding the door open, I stuck my head out and peered both ways. Nothing.

I stepped out the doorframe and into the hall, deciding to go left. I creeped as quietly as possible, trying to hide my nerves and breathe calmly. I passed one classroom, peering to the left and seeing no one. I walked up to the door, lightly parted open, and pushed it open a little further. I cautiously walked through the room, and saw nothing. I wanted to make sure to check all the classrooms because survivors could easily be hiding out of sight. 

Slowly, I exited the room, cracking the door to make it a little easier in case any others were by any chance sprinting from a mob of zombies and tried to get into a little empty room.

I continued my walk down the hallway, slowly and carefully. But not looking carefully at the floor, I stepped on a large piece of glass broken from a door on the floor. It made a sharp sound and scattered into pieces, the sound ricocheting off the walls of the hallway.