Chapter 5 – Unlock (4)

Unlocked (4)

Kyaaaaa!

As time passed, the screams that had gradually faded away became more frequent again.

I stared at the sky as I sat down to block the iron gate.

The night sky with the sun setting and the moon rising.

I was listening to the endless screams in the hazy Seoul sky where not a single star could be seen.

―Hyung, are you really okay?

With people you don’t even know.

-It’s okay, Youngjin. Rather, the night may be safer for us than the morning.
―For that reason, I hear too many people screaming. Ah… I guess this is a bit-
―That must be because he tried to run away like an idiot. We’re not going out.

Voices flowed from the study room downstairs.

Through the window of the classroom, a voice filled with worries followed, followed by a voice consoling the protagonist of the voice.

―If you open the door in our classroom and fall over, it’s a canteen, Youngjin-ah. All I need to do is go quickly and grab some water and some snacks.
—… Ah. Still, I don’t think this is a bit, bro. Just wait quietly until morning. Either the police or the military will arrive by morning.
―What’s new?
—… No. There has been no news since the declaration of martial law.

A thin voice answered the voice that comforted Youngjin or something.

Ah, he suddenly said he was not talking, but was the woman looking for news?

-Did you hear what wisdom said? Just looking at it, isn’t it the size that will end overnight?
―That, then. Why don’t you hide quietly today and think again tomorrow? The rescue team might come tomorrow.
―Then, if the rescue team doesn’t come, it will be too late.
―Well, something is late, bro. It’s not like the canteen is running away.
-Ha… Think carefully, Youngjin.

A voice full of annoyance continued to speak to a voice full of fear, suppressing anger.

―How many canteens are there in our College of Humanities?
—… Two outlines.
-No. There is only one thing left now. The building on the 1st floor is already old, but it was under construction from a canteen to a convenience store because they protested that there was no convenience store that had all the other colleges.
—… Ah.
―The only store left in the College of Humanities is that one store right next to our classroom. If the rescue team doesn’t come in the morning, what will the people hiding quietly in this building worry about?
—… Water or food.
-Yes, you fool! What would happen if the people who were hiding at that time didn’t even have to take a numbered ticket and leave for the concession stand?

Following the voice of the guy who seems to be the eldest, the situation is automatically associated.

Even if you cross the huge obstacle of zombies, the obstacle of unknown people you will meet again.

―There could be a live uproar and a lot of zombies, and the first bastard could rob the canteen and run away.
-Still… Ha… It’s wisdom Stop looking at your phone and say something to your senior.
—… I do not know either. Youngjin thinks what you said is right, and sometimes it seems like what senior said is right. And… I can’t get in touch with my mother.
-Ah… Mi sorry
—… No. Everyone here is in the same situation…

The voices drooped at once, as if they realized the gloomy situation.

And as if to change the atmosphere, the sound of someone tapping on the shoulder followed.

―So, even those of us who are left now have to exert our strength. First of all, I’ll be careful and check it out, so Youngjin will wait for you at the door and open it quickly when I knock. Got it?
—… Yes.

A few rustles can be heard at the end of those words.

As if he had completed his preparations, the sound of the door opening very carefully stopped the voice leaking out of the room.

A tense time where you don’t know how many minutes have passed.

-Why don’t you come here? … Youngjin.
―Shh!

The people in the classroom, as well as me who overheard their conversation on the rooftop.

I waited very quietly for the next situation.

Maybe that’s why I was able to hear it so clearly.

Resounding with the sound of something collapsing—

Keeeee

Horrifying screams.

– Aaaaa! Door! Open the door, Seo Young-jin!

Thud-! Thud-! Thud-!

A terrified voice and a strong fist pounding on the door.

―Tongue, brother! What happen! Joe, what’s the zombie noise?!
―Open the door first, you bastard―!
– Hey, Youngjin. What are you doing quickly…
―Ho, you haven’t been bitten by any chance, have you?
―This fuck! Hurry up and open the door!
―Oh, no. You have to show proof that you weren’t bitten…

Kihehehehehehe!

– Aaaaa! Open the door! Open the door, you fucking bastard! Open it before you get lost!
-Therefore! Shit, that’s why I told you not to go! Fuck I told you not to go.

In an instant, the chaos of the classroom is clearly heard.

Knock-knock-knock and try to open the door and whimper and try to hold on somehow.

-Oh my god?! Uh, what should I do, Youngjin-ah!
―Profit profit―! It’s bitten, Boo, it must have been bitten-!
―Aaaaa! You fucking bastard!

That moment-

There was a loud crackling sound and the sound of something breaking.

―Kie ee eek—!

And the roar of zombies leaked in without any shielding.

―Uh, aaaaa!
―Kyaaaaa!

I could tell what happened to the over-the-counter door without looking at it.

There is a crackling sound and the sound of something breaking and breaking.

At the end of the sound of men and women running away screaming—

―Aaaaa!

The man’s cries of pain began.

– Run away! Aaaaah-! Run away, wisdom!
―Oh, where! Where should I go-! Uh, where are you going!
-Rooftop! Run to the rooftop! Go and rescue it—aaaaah!

After the man’s last words, only the screams of pain and the roar of zombies came to me through the window.

Rooftop.

I’m sure he’s referring to the rooftop of the College of Humanities where I’m hiding, but I didn’t have to worry.

No, without even having time to think about it, I intuited the fate of the woman who ran away.

Kihehehehehehe!

The roar of the zombies echoes through the cracks in the iron door.

There was no way the zombies wouldn’t react to this mayhem right now.

Kyaaaaa!

A scream of high frequency that spreads beyond the liberal arts college to the university.

The screams of someone I had been hearing all night long came out of the College of Humanities as well.

―Ugh… ! Sal, save me! Anyone, anyone Jeevaaal-!

A desperate plea full of water.

―Aaaaa! It hurts-! It hurts! Mama aaaaa!

She bent her head upward as she listened to her desperate SOS.

… This is the scream I heard the most today.

―Mamaaaaa mom-! Mom-!

Save me or save me

Mom.

Does everyone cry out for the person they depended on the most right before they die?

… Then.

At the moment of my death, who should cry out and die?

―Aaaaa! Don’t bite! Jebaal- don’t bite!

I was very, very envious of them.

Children who take for granted what I have not had since I was born.

Saying that I am grateful for the support of the state-

Children who say they are grateful for the support of local governments, volunteer organizations, and schools, and get things that can only be obtained by bowing their heads, with simple complaints.

I will definitely study hard.

Children who do not need to gossip behind their backs saying, “I will definitely succeed and become a person who helps children like me.”

Shaking hands like monkeys in a zoo, without being photographed and becoming trophies for good deeds—

I was envious of all the kids my age who enjoyed everything just because of love.

Classes that are innately divided from birth.

A better life than me from birth.

As they went to and from college with the iPad and the tuition their parents gave me, I lowered my head, hiding myself with an old notebook and a designated driver’s license.

And I lived like that as if it were natural.

For the first time, I tightly embraced the immovable ‘status window’ that was only my own, not someone else’s.

Acknowledging the privilege they had, and living like that with jealousy.

“… Day.”

In just one day, all their privileges were gone.

Without a guardian who expresses infinite affection, they must overcome this end on their own.

College students, adults.

It is not an ambiguous baseline that society allows for alcohol and tobacco based on age—

The moment when you have to take responsibility for everything yourself has come so suddenly.

―Go away-! Turn it off!

Between the squeaks and sounds of the zombies chewing raw flesh, the last breath leaked out softly.

Even right before he died, he looked up at the sky quietly, listening to his rough breath, probably because of his heart’s longing for breath.

Even if it’s a helicopter, a fighter plane, or a small airliner—

In a more serious disaster than ever before, the sky in Seoul is just hazy with no aircraft.

There is less and less confidence that rescuers will come soon.

The state, which was supposed to protect its people, was losing its function.

But curiously,

Even in these desperate moments—

Strangely, I wasn’t afraid or sad.

Just-

I was no longer envious of them.

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