《Name Tag | Reader X Cheong-San | ALL OF US ARE DEAD FF》He is not a Zombie
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Gyeong-Su stared at his hands in horror.
But, this- it can't be.
"But he wasn't bitten!!" I yelled "Why is he... maybe his nose is bleeding from the stress?!"
"Get him out of here! Quick"
"What..." Gyeong-Su breathed shaking. "What's happening."
"Get out! I said get the fuck out!" Na-yeon shouted
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!! I'll leave by myself!"
Gyeong-Su stumbled across the room to the door.
"We are supposed to be friends. It will be better if I leave... for everyone."
Gyeong-su opened the door. Hesitating before closing it behind him.
I wiped my tears, he's gone.
Everyone stood there in silence. Respecting the death once again, as it so came upon us.
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"Gyeong-Su, why did you have to turn?" Dae-Su mourned, wiping his eyes with a tissue.
"I told you all, he was infected." Na-yeon claimed.
"Well are you happy now?"
"You were all wrong. Only I was right."
I cant stand her.
"What would you all do without me?"
"Hey" Nam-ra went on, "maybe you did it."
I lifted my head from the ground looking at Nam-Ra.
"What?"
"I saw everything.. Na-yeon.."
"What? What did you see?"
"You are the one who did it."
"Who did what?" Na-yeon stood up annoyed walking towards Nam-Ra.
Don't come for my girl now bitch.
"I didn't do anything to Gyeong-Su!"
"I didn't say anything about Gyeong-Su"
What the hell?
"I don't know what ur talking about."
"While we were all watching Gyeong-Su, you were in the back alone." Nam-Ra explained, you wiped that blood with you towel." Nam-ra explained pointing at the broken broom, which was covered in Zombie blood.
"No I didnt"
"You wiped that on the scratches on Gyeong-Sus hand."
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I stood up straight now.
What. did. she. do. This better not be true.
"I did not"
"It's in your pocket."
"So what?"
"Take it out"
"No"
"Take it out" nam- ra raised her hand demanding the towel, only for her hand to be smacked away by na-yeon.
"I said no."
"Should I take it out?"
Nam-Ra went to grab the towel in Na-yeons skirt, but of course na-yeon started defending herself.
"Fuck you!"
"Who the hell do you think you are?? The class president."
Nam-Ra slapped her.
MATERIAL GWOORLLL
"You never treated me like a president"
Omg queen Nam-Ra for the win.
"Nam-ra that's enough, Nam-Ra do you realize what you're saying right now?" Mrs Park asked. "If that's true... it means Na-yeon killed Gyeong-Su."
"It's true. Na-yeon did it. She killed him"
"You fucking cunt." Na-yeon pulled out the towel and threw it at Nam-Ra.
I went to grab it, and examined it.
"This is blood" I said
"I wiped Gyeong-Sus wound."
"This is his blood??"
"You can't tell?"
"Then put in on your wound." I demanded staring her dead in the eyes.
"Cmon wipe it if your so confident."
"What if his blood isn't clean? He became a Zombie."
"He was fine before you infected him!"
"Damn it, it wasn't me!" Na-yeon grabbed the towel, about to put in on her wound, but stopping before she could go any further, because Mrs. Park stopped her.
That bitch should have let her turn into a Zombie.
"I should just leave to die too then, isn't that what you want."
"Yes." I said
"How could you do that you fucking bitch." I punched her across the face, making her fall to the ground.
"You're a murderer."
"I don't need any of you, fuck you."
She stood up and left the classroom."
"Listen." Mrs Park started. "No matter what happens, you stay alive. Also you must never take a life. Because if you do life becomes completly meaningless. All right?" Mrs Park left the room running after Na-yeon.
I turned around to the rest of the class, looking at Cheong-San wo started throwing fists at a locker.
"SHIT" He yelled.
"Cheong-San stop" I said grabbing his arm.
Suddenly the room became very light.
This sounds like a helicopter??.
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I'm sorry this isn't that good, I'm just really tired today. Sorry
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