"should we write SOS on a curtain so they could see us?" on-jo continued, looking at hyo-ryung.

"yeah, let's just do that." the other replied.

they were all awake now, positioning themselves somewhere comfily around the room. the vlass president spoke up. "we can't last long anyway. three minutes without oxygen, three days without water, three weeks without food."

"what's that?" su-hyeok asked.

"how long a person can survive." nam-ra answered.

wu-jin sighed tiredly. he just woke up a few minutes ago, but the boy was already tired thanks to y/n. "y/n, what are you doing now..."

said girl looked up from what she was doing, like a child who just had her name called out. "making knives."

"with wood?" joon-yeong asked.

she nodded. "it's the best thing i can find. if i shape it sharp enough, it should be able to pierce it through a zombie's head." 

"don't you think we should all have something like that?" dae-su proceeded to ask, joining in their conversation. 

she shrugged, looking back down to continue skinning the wooden stick (that was previously a mop. "if you want, yeah. but what i'm making are kinda like tiny stakes, and once indulged into skin deeply, it may be a bit hard taking it out."

"so... what are you saying?" joon-yeong furrowed his brows at her.

she looked at him nonchalantly. "it'll just waste your time. by the time you manage to take the wood out... BAM." she shouted, slamming her fist down loudly onto the table, scaring the those around her. she smiled at them after. "you've already been bitten by a zombie :)"

the two boys shuddered. "pretend i didn't say anything then..."

she hummed, looking back down to what she was doing and continuing it. 

back to the others who had another conversation...

"i think what prez was trying to say, is that we should think about anything else that we can do." su-hyeok voiced. "right?"

nam-ra shook her head. "no."

"no?"

"we don't know anything at all. we need to know something before we make plans." nam-ra explained. 

"what more do we need to know?"

"what nam-ra means-"

"shut up, you don't know what she's saying either." ji-min told su-hyeok, shutting him up. the boy looked away awkwardly, as the girl was right.

"are you saying that we need to understand the situation before we take action?" cheong-san spoke up.

nam-ra looked at him. "yeah that's right."

"we need more information to see whether we wait, run or get out." he continued. 

"what can we find out in this situation-- and how?" dae-su asked.

"we can check online if we have a cell phone."

su-hyeok looked at him. "but we don't."

cheong-san was silent at first, then an idea came to mind. "the teacher's office."

the sound of an object clattering was heard, all their heads turning to y/n. she was smiling excitedly, her eyes wide. "are you saying we can get out of here?! like out of this room!? if so then i volunteer!!!"

"ya, ya! cheong-san wait for me!" y/n yelled to the boy who was already crouching down on the window frame. she on the other hand, had her white long sleeve off - which now had slits - and had tucked the multiple small wooden knife-stakes inside. 

(so pretty much exactly like juuzou's top during that scene with the knives hidden inside his shirt 😃)

she then grabbed her blazer, putting it on over her open long sleeve, then putting the pocket knife inside her blazer pocket. "alright! now i'm ready!"

cheong-san looked down at her from the window. "are you positive you want to come with me? you do know that there are z-"

"i did not make these wooden shanks for nothing." y/n looked at him in the eye, almost glaring at him. she then held onto the window frame, stepping onto the chair in front of the window then going out. she then gave him a closed eye smile. "ja! now let's go!"

cheong-san sighed, standing up as he prepared himself to start walking. however, before he does so, he heard wu-jin shout. "ya! cheong-san! make sure y/n doesn't do anything reckless that will turn her into a zombie! i'll kill you if you do!"

the boy merely huffed a laugh, before yelling back, "okay!"

as y/n got passed the metal pipe, she then heard a voice behind her. turning her head, she saw su-hyeok along the ledge with them. "careful, y/n."

as the three of them were on the window space, cheong-san looked at su-hyeok. "why do you keep following me?"

su-hyeok laughed. "who else would you have then?"

cheong-san looked at him, then nodding his head towards y/n. "y/n."

"she's just here because she wants to be near zombies again." su-hyeok laughed. y/n let one hand go, smacking su-hyeok on the shoulder.

"ne, su-hyeok, don't make it sound like i don't care about cheong-san..." the girl complained,

"hold on to the window, y/n!" cheong-san told her, eyes wide as she wasn't using both hands.

su-hyeok extended an arm before her torso area, making sure that she doesn't fall. he gave her an amused look. "but i'm not wrong though, am i?"

she looked at him blankly, then turning back around to continue walking. "you're not."

her attention was now on cheong-san, who made it over to the other group of windows, peeking over. "can we go in?" su-hyeok asked.

cheong-san shook his head. y/n and su-hyeok took this as a sign to move back, so that cheong-san had space to return to their area. "what do you suggest we do?"

"we can hang by our hands and go across." su-hyeok suggested. 

and that's what they did, hung by their hands, well fingers as they inchly made their way across the room without having bee seen by the zombies inside. 

"be careful y/n, we don't want you dying because you fell from a window." su-hyeok joked, earning a scoff from the girl.

"don't be absurd su-hyeok! i'd like to die by doing something cool, maybe a failed attempt of me jumping into a pit of zombies as a distraction with machine guns in hand. though, i don't think i'd die from that. i'd find a way to survive or kill them all."

"why would you be jumping into a pit of zombies in the first place? and where'd you get the guns?" cheong-san joined in their conversation, grabbing onto the next metal pipe and carefully sliding down it.

"well, ya never know, we might be in a situation where you guys need a distraction so you can run. i'll gladly take one for the team!" y/n told the two. "and i'll find a machine gun somehow, whether make one myself or steal it off of someone."

"how are you going to steal it off of someone--"