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"I'm speaking to you not growling, put the damn arrow down." Iseul's temper returns as she faces the two seeming idiotic archers.
"We're not zombies, you bitch." Mi-jin matches the girl's energy.
"Hey, I think they're okay," the male nudges the female with a frigid gaze locked on the timid three. "Zombies don't curse."
"No fucking duh," Iseul's hands drift down to her hips. The archers tilt toward her as the female mutters something under her breath.
"You crazy bitch, we're not zombies!" Mi-jin begins to march toward the archer only for her steps to falter due to the odd-piercing noise belonging to the speaker.
"Students and teachers of Hyosan High School." The humble voice rumbles throughout the building. "I'm Park Sun-hwa, the English teacher. Something strange is happening throughout the school."
"No shit." Iseul mutters before getting elbowed by Mi-jin.
"Some students are attacking people indiscriminately, so please find a safe place and take shelter. And if any student or faculty hears this and is able, please call the police and the fire department."
"How fucking convenient," Iseul thinks to herself, "None of us have our damn phones."
"Students, hide somewhere safe until help arrives. If you can get out of the school, please get out. I repeat. Some students are..." her breathless voice and tears break her speech. "Guys... You're okay, right? You're not hurt, right? I don't know what's going on or why this is happening. Still, find a safe place and hide. I'm sorry I can't be of any help. Don't get hurt, okay? Let's stay alive and meet again. Okay?" The desperation reaches through the speaker as the communication ceased.
"Damn, I almost shed a tear to that," Iseul mutters masking the tear the began to slip.
"You always say shit at the worst times," her sister responds.
Iseul watches as the female archer's eyebrows grow firm as she redirects her aim at the stall. "Come out now!"
The couple slowly exits the stall hands wavering in the air. Iseul's head cocks to the side as she views her sister's signature lipstick littered upon his face. "Bitch, are you so serious right now? Y'all making out while I could've become unalived?"
Kissing her teeth in retaliation, Iyana thumps her finger against her sister's forehead. "No one told your dumbass to go out there anyway. Plus, it's not like she's going to give you that second chance."
Dramatically gasping, Iseul swerves toward Mi-jin, "We're going to talk right?"
Mi-jin faces the girl she once held most dear to her, "We're over its simple."
"Not without a damn explanation we're not."
"Crazy bitch," Mi-jin mutters whilst scrunching her nose before pivoting to a different spot. "Ya, Jun-seong help me out."
The two archers speed past the stunned girl heading for the shining window panes.
"I can't believe she lied to me," Iseul pouts as her hands find her hips.
"Shit, I can." Iyana snickers before receiving a hit from her annoyed sibling.
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