Subsequently knowing the location of Cheong-san and Y/n, the drone was flown around to the road, only to discover Ji-min's parents were turned to zombies and they had accidentally destroyed the drone trying to get it. Ji-Min had bawled her eyes out, attempting to jump out of the window to kill herself, contending that she had no one left to go to. Nonetheless, with On-Jo's not so inspiring way of consolation, Ji-Min was thankfully back on the floor than the infamous window sill. Nam-ra, On-Jo and Ji-Min were seated inside the recording room, watching the others from inside there.

Nam-ra unexpectedly reaches over, pressing the button on the mic, positioned on top of the table. A minor screech echoes through the speakers, as Nam-ra's eyes widen. "I think i have a plan to escape" She announces.

Everyone were back on the table, out of the recording room. A small white board was laid down, with a steady sketch of the school's interior with stairs and speakers. "This is where we are. This is where Cheong-san and y/n is. If we turn on music only on this speaker, the zombies will go left. Then we'll take the stairs on the right, get y/n and Cheong-san, and go to the roof using the center stairway" Nam-ra clarifies, pointing accross the direction she spoke about. Su-Hyeok turns to look at her, both arms on the table as he asked "but why the roof?"

"Choppers keep flying around. If we light a fire, they might come save us" Responds Nam-ra, glancing at the boy. "Speakers. Will the zombies really go towards the sound?" Dae-Su inquires, worried of the situation and quite frankly frightened to step outside. "I think she's right. They're drawn to sound" Joon-Yeong speaks up, supporting the class President's proposal. "That's right. They come running whenever they hear us" Hyo-Ryung adds on, nodding towards the firmly shut door. "Can we turn onn only the speakers we need?" Wu-Jin was the next to raise a question.

"Yes. The ones in the cafeteria, yard, and library, too. And draw them there" Nam-ra nods along, listing out different rooms. "That's all good and all. Where do we get music? There's no internet, so we can't stream it" Wu-Jin speaks again, leaning back to the wall behind him. Nam-ra straightens up, indicating her right hand at the recording room's concealed glass, a CD stuck to it's side. "Right there"

"That thing? This is ancient. Will it even work?" Dae-su murmurs, plucking the CD from the tape. Shortly enough, everyone except Nam-ra were inside the recording room, surrounding Joon-Yeong as he sat on the chair. Nam-ra stood beside the audio controls, nodding to her fellow classmates. Thankfully she was in the broadcasting club on tenth grade, apparently her mother's courtesy.

Back at the music room, Cheong-san was checking on the zombie while the girl simply settled on top of a desk, swinging her leg back and forth. Abruptly, the speakers began to squeak, letting out a sound with elevated frequency. Cheong-san faces the speaker, while the girl watched out to hall instead. The zombies were going vicious, clawing at the speakers, accidentally scraping their fellow zombie companions. "Cheong-san, y/n, do you hear us? It's Su-hyeok. We'll come to you two, so stay put. Got it?" Both of them brighten at the familiar voice, now standing before the speaker inside the music room.

"Don't come here moron, you'll get bit" Cheong-san answers, as y/n shoved his side. "They can't hear you midget" The boy proceeded to show the girl his fist, when the speakers squeak again. "I know what you'll say, but we can't hear you here. So don't go anywhere. Wait for us. You two really can't go anywhere, okay? Especially you y/n, don't go running behind zombies kay? We'll come now" Cheong-san was grimacing at his bestfriend's foolishness, while entirely contrary to the boy's reaction y/n scoffed loudly, crossing her arms in dismay. "Arsehole"

"Cheong-san. Please stay still. I know you never listen to me, but please do it this time. And y/n i swear to God, if you agree to his antics I'll kill you" On-Jo's voice spoke next, resulting in Cheong-san's expression to look complicated, while the shorter female chuckled, pressing her upper teeths on her lip. "Why am i getting scolded for saving your ass? Dammit"

"Time for meditation. Once again, another fun day at school. Everyone, close your eyes and calm your hearts" A woman's voice talks, with a tranquil symphony playing in the background. At first y/n had thought her friends actually wanted her to meditate, until she recollected the discussion they had about Zombies weakness and the 'i'm high on virus' act done by the infected a few moments ago. "Nam-ra, you're a fucking genius"

Cheong-san nods to her, understanding that no one in his friend group has that much brilliance. "Wait- where are you going y/n?!"

"Coz, Nam-ra's a fucking idiot" Before the boy could do anything, at least tie the girl up, she had whisked outside, placing a broken shard of wood over the door. Cheong-san attempts to open it, but his eyes only widens in fear as he saw the girl sprint away, throwing the boy a wink. He didn't scream or try to break the door down, since the infected students were not only attending to the speakers but also their surroundings.

It wasn't long before the others started to pack up, ready to evacuate the broadcasting room and get themselves to more reasonable security. The girls were offered walk in the front, crouching down next to the wall as they strode forward in a line. Su-Hyeok the all-time great savior stood last, beating up any zombies that noticed them. As if Deja Vu, Su-Hyeok was left alone, fighting a zombie while the others scrambled to the music room. He was again on the stairs, fighting against an infected that was oddly unresponsive to the noise.

Inches away from biting his neck, the zombies unexpectedly plummets on top of him, with Gwi-nam standing behind the zombie. He shoved a kitchen knife to the zombie's neck, blood pooling to the ground as Su-Hyeok hurled the infected aside. "Moron, you let that loser get you?" Gwi-nam spat, nudging his knife at the officialy dead zombie. "Thanks" Su-Hyeok says, standing to his feet and wiping off some blood on his face. "Of course, I saved your ass. I'm looking for Cheong-san and y/n"

Su-Hyeok, frowns a little, eyeing the bully up and down. "Cheong-san and y/n? Why?" Gwi-nam clicks his tongue, making an audible noise. "To kill them" Su-Hyeok tries his best to prevent exhibiting any expression, that might give away his bestfriends' location. Heck he knew the two of you would possibly bring unwanted trouble, if left unsupervised. "You're badly hurt, are you okay?" Su-Hyeok questions, only noticing Gwi-nam's left eye, with blood marks on it and huge bruise hidden halfway on his shoulder.

"I'm great, I'm so fucking great! Now where's those two?" Su-Hyeok takes a step back, giving Gwi-nam the hint that he refrains from talkin' about them. "You were always like that. Isn't that right? 'Do this' 'Don't do that' Always ordering me around. It's okay, though. You fought better than I did. But you can't do that anymore!" Gwi-nam yells, raising his knife to stab the boy who hates socks.

Su-Hyeok, alarmed by his former friend's strength, falters lightly, but still hung onto keeping himself alive under the Cheong-san obsessed man. "You're nothing special" Gwi-nam taunts, kicking the other boy down the stairs as he groaned. However Su-Hyeok was far more enthusiastic in escaping than listening to his dramatic villian speech. Gwi-nam crouched over Su-Hyeok, choking him. "Are you scared? It's okay. Hey aren't you scared!" Gwi-nam angrily shouts, tightening his hand around the boy's throat. "Crazy asshole" Su-Hyeok says through his almost bursting voice box.

"Weak asshole" Gwi-nam states back, minutes away from killing the male. Someone suddenly comes behind Gwi-nam, taking him in a headlock, Nam-ra. Su-Hyeok coughs from the sudden supply of air, incapable to comprehend the circumstance for a moment. Nam-ra screams loudly, when Gwi-nam bit down on her hand. Su-Hyeok's eyes widen, but before he could stand up, Gwi-nam kicks him again, pushing Nam-ra to the floor. "Leave her alone you freak!" Su-Hyeok yells, causing the infected but not-a-zonbie boy to turn to him. However the boy's eyes shift, his gaze was behind Gwi-nam, at the stairs.

"Leave them alone you jeff the killer* reject!" The familiar crazy sound of y/n comes from behind, before she jumped on top of the bully. Gwi-nam steps waver with the sudden wait on his back, causing him to smooch the floor. The knife was hurled to the side as he fell face first on the bloody ground. Y/n takes the weapon in her hand, not hesitating to penetrate it through Gwi-nam's hand, as he screamed bloody murder. "Go, i promise I'll come" Y/n assured, nodding at her two besties, who watched the girl with terrified eyes.

As soon as the two left, y/n faces Gwi-nam, who has his face turned, eyeing the girl with his only good eye. "Look here Gwi-nam, I may have kicked you and told you to go die. But you're immune! That's a great thing. So let's make a negotiation. You join our side, get out of here. Let's forget all about the feeding you to zombies, no?" Gwi-Nam growls under her, only getting angrier by the passing minutes. "If you disagree... you see this?"

Gwi-nam's looks startled, seeing the black and bloody gun in the girl's hand. "You may not realize it buddy, but Yoon Gwi-Nam you're really special right now. You're not that shoe-licker bully or disobeying son, definitely not that old bestie who kissed me" Y/n taunts, pressing the gun behind his head. Gwi-Nam closes his eye for a second, reopening them, with a calmer expression. "Be the savior or just the fucked up bully, What's your answer? Bestie"

*Jeff The Killer : a fictional character from the franchise Creepypasta