𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 ; ᴬˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵁˢ ᴬʳᵉ ᴰᵉᵃᵈ

025. 'Bookshelf' Count: 11

"Cheong-san-"

"Fuck!" Gwi-nam screeches. Zombies crawl on top of him. "Help me, fuck!"

He reaches his hand out as he gets bitten. "Y/n, Cheong-san! Fuck, please!"

I watch in terror as his movements slow down and eventually his eye begins to flutter shut. Cheong-san stands up, looking away and around aimlessly. How can he just stand there so carelessly?

"I will kill you. I'll kill you."

My eyes widen, "He just spoke. How hasn't he died yet?"

Cheong-san blinks, "What?"

"I'll..." Gwi-nam trails off with his arm still in the air. He then makes a fist, "I'll kill you, Cheong-san."

He finally goes limp.

Cheong-san and I stare at eachother. All we hear is silence. Awkward silence. I never thought it was possible and I don't like it.

Clearing my throat, I look away.

"N/n, why d-"

I interrupt, not in the mood for questions. "You should leave and get back with our classmates."

"You're right." He hums. "Zombies are trying to climb up the shelf. Let's go."

I stand up. "Oh. No, not me." I uncover my neck, "I kinda got bit. Just a a small bite though."

He winces at the big wound and attempts to touch it but I flinch back. I shake my head, "Don't."

He just raises his eyebrows, "But Eun-ji didn't look like a zombie, she just happened to be covered in cuts and blood, so let's go."

"You can't make me."

He cocks and eyebrow, "Just watch me."

When he grabs my wrist I panick and sit down so he can't pull me with him. And because my actions have consequences, the bookshelf shakes and topples over.

Of course, Cheong-san and I end up sliding off.

"Shit. Cheong-san, are you okay?" I turn to him and he nods, "Yeah."

As I'm about to stand, a bookshelf in front of us creaks and begins to topple over. I crouch and cover my head, Cheong-san doing the same.

My ears ring due to the bang. I'm assuming the other ones fell, too. Everything felt like one big bang. I genuinely don't want to know what it is like to get bombed anymore.

"N/n. Where are you?"

"What?" I open my eyes. Oh, I'm covered in books. "Sorry. I'm right here." I assure, shaking off all the dead trees. Cheong-san is now laying on the right of me.

"Let's get you out of this place," I breathe out. Doing that made me realize I can hardly breathe. But I'm not hurt, so it's all good.

My head snaps to the right when I hear Cheong-san wince. "My leg's stuck," he whines.

"Okay, umm." I look around. I don't know what to do. "I'll lift the bookshelf and you pull it out. But quietly, 'kay?"

He nods, "'kay. Hurry."

I connect the heels of my feet to the shelf and push it up. I bite my lip at the odd numbness in my back and leg, but hold it just long enough for Cheong-san to get his leg out.

I go limp when he sighs in relief. I stare at him, trying to find any signs of him being in pain. "Are you good now? You're not injured?"

"I should be asking you that. Your leg is bleeding. A lot."

I sigh, "Let's just get out of here. I can worry about that later."

He slides slowly over the books and I follow. I end up banging my head on the top of the stupid bookshelf house.

Instead of wincing, I mentally curse myself for attracting any attention to us. Any other day I would've laughed and whined about a concussion. Weird how fast things change.

I shake the thought out of my head. "Cheong-san, hurry. I'll go after you because I dropped something."

"But I told Gyeong-su that-"

"I know what Gyeong-su said. I'll be fine."

"Fine," he hesitates. "Stay safe. Please."

He crawls out, looking back quickly, then runs away.

Ugh, finally.

I just pray that he's safe.

--⭒--

So, I'm in pain now. The pain finally kicked since there's no more adrenaline in me or something, I don't know.

Besides my ribs hurting from when I fell off the bookshelf earlier, so does the back of my leg. I cut it open somehow and I'm just noticing now, even though I'm, like, bleeding out.

I could always put a pad on it so my guts don't fall out.

The concussion I got doesn't count. I've learnt to ignore that pain because of my daily migraines.

Oh, and I'm also still under the bookshelf. I should probably move.

Sighing, I wiggle out from my little book-hut, biting my lip once again. Everything starting to hurt more. But I did slice my left leg open, so nothing too unexpected.

"I hate everything."

I pull my myself up using a collapsed shelf, shifting my weight back and forth between my right and left leg. How is this supposed to work?

My ribs on the right hurt when I apply any pressure and my left leg hurts when I stand on it. Ugh.

Just power through it, Y/n.

Wait. Why am I trying to power through anything?

To put it bluntly, this is my perfect opportunity to die. I'll bleed out anyways.

Dying next to Gwi-nam sounds quirky and aesthetic. Sure.

I drag my feet and sit next to Gwi-nam's corpse. "I thought I told you to live for me. Dipshit."

I stare at him rather intensely because I can. What the fuck. I just saw his eye flutter. I need to sleep. I'm going coocoo.

He gasps and sits up.

I back away, "Oh wow. So you're not dead and you haven't turned either?"

He might be just like me.

He looks around, clutching his wounded stomach. I chuckle at his panicked state, "Good morning, sleeping beauty."

"Am I fucking dead?"

I swing my leg, entertained. "Not yet."

On cue, a zombie runs at Gwi-nam, falling on him. Gwi-nam yells, curling into a ball to protect himself. A few more join aswell, but they just sniff him.

I cross my legs, waiting for them to leave him alone. They look away as if they never saw him in the first place. He sits up again, confused this time.

"Hey," he calls. Zombies growl at him but don't attack.

He frowns, "Aren't you going to eat me, you zombie bastards?"

Nothing.

"Y/n. Y/n, what's going on?"

I smile, "Congrats. You're a god now."