Na Seung Sik

Evening. You were sitting at home. The day had passed like any other, but because of your enemy son, it had gotten worse. Even though you tried to ignore it, you caught yourself skipping beats or, on the contrary, beating very fast in front of him. You simply locked yourself in the house because your parents live in England. Suddenly, you heard screams outside. At first, you didn't pay attention, but the screams grew louder and your curiosity got the better of you. Looking out the window, your legs trembled and gave way beneath you. All sorts of bitten people were running around outside—which meant the apocalypse. You quickly turned on the TV with trembling hands, turning on the news. You were still standing there in shock, and when you heard that the virus had started in your city, you knew it was the end. You ran through your entire house in a hurry, looking for food supplies. You went into the pantry. There was enough food for a week, but after a week it ran out and you had to go to the store. You made something resembling protection so they couldn't bite you, and took a bat with you. You ran out of the house to the nearest store, but a zombie appeared on your way. You screamed as it ran at you, swinging your weapon and knocking out the zombie. Entering the store, you first closed the door with a scarf, but suddenly you saw someone while you were gathering food. There was frantic pounding on the door, you recognized it immediately—Son Sik. You quickly ran up and untied the scarf. “Open up quickly,” Son Sik shouted. You untied it and he flew inside like a bullet. You locked the door again while Son Sik, catching his breath, quickly thanked you, then saw your face and froze. “What?” Is that you? - Who else? - You snorted. - How are we supposed to get out? You brought a hundred zombies and you think we'll get out?