Apocalypse: Apparently, I Can See Zombies

Face twisting into a malevolent expression, Seo-joon recalled all the time this man had laid his hands on his mother, and it seemed as if his kicks had somehow become even stronger.

This thing had never dared lay his hands on him when he was younger because his grandmother was extremely doting on him, but that didn't stop this monster from hitting his mother in front of him as some form of mental torture for him. As for telling his grandmother about it, his grandmother was even slightly more doting on his father than him.

Only after he entered middle school and started to make a name for himself in Track and Field did his father feel pressured to stop due to media coverage of his family. But even then, his grandmother had to cover up a scandal about him in a relationship with one of his students from his old school in Gangnam just a year ago.

When Seo-joon found out he had been so disgusted that he planned on reporting it to the police. The only reason he didn't was because his grandmother forced him not to, while saying his mother could divorce his father if he didn't report it.

Seo-joon had never seen his mother since the divorce and could only speak to her on video calls. He didn't even know whether she was still in the country or not. She had been so traumatized by everything that she feared that his father would track her down. She also feared that he would let it slip where she was, so she kept minimal contact with him.

Seo-joon couldn't blame his mother, instead, he even encouraged her to do what she thought was best for her.

As Seo-joon was recalling everything this man had put him and his mother through, his heart burned with rage.

Teacher Park as a zombie had tried to grab Seo-joon's foot, but failed and instead had his face disfigured. Soon a popping sound rang out from his skull as Seo-joon's foot landed on it.

Seeing that his father had stopped moving, Seo-joon retrieved his foot. However, he suddenly winced as an acute pain shot through his leg when he tried to walk on it. Find your next read on empire

"Fuck."

Seo-joon cursed softly as he looked down at his right leg to see that he had sprained it.

"Hyung!"

A voice called out to Seo-joon. He turned around and saw that it was one of his friends, Lacky One. He had stopped at the passageway along with Lackey two to look at him.

Seo-joon immediately remembered the dire situation they were in and moved to leave. However, his sprained ankle made it hard for him to walk, much less run. Lacky One and Lacky Two, seeing this hurried forward to help him.

The other students reached the double metal doors, and Seo-joon looked to see that it was open. He was relieved since they had nowhere else to go.

Lackey One and Lackey Two carried Seo-joon into the west wing with the others around them. The three boys escorting the girl at the back of the group were the last to reach, and they immediately shut the doors before the horde of zombies reached them.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Everyone retreated from the doors as the zombies slammed themselves against it.

"The doors won't hold out."

Ye-jun said as he glanced at the distorted hinges of the metal doors.

"Shit, then where else can we go?"

"If we had continued running, we could have reached the auditorium at the entrance of the school."

"No, that's too far, the horde would have caught up to us before we could have reached. Besides, these zombies are just some of the ones that came out of the west wing. The others have gathered at the front of the school. We would have had to pass them to reach the auditorium."

Ye-jun said rejecting the idea.

The students continued discussing where to hide when a voice suddenly spoke up cutting everyone off.

"We're going to the security station. Knowing him, he should be there. Let's go."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Seo-joon said to his two lackeys and they didn't question him as they carried him toward the security station.

Everyone looked around at each other confused as to who Seo-joon was referring to, but Ye-jun spoke up in agreement with Seo-joon's suggestion.

"If we head to the security station, we can get a better understanding of the situation of the school using the cameras."

"That's right, we can also check if anyone is still alive in the classrooms."

One girl said from the crowd, but Ye-jun completely ignored her words and then started on his way to the security station. Mai-sun wasn't far from his side.

The remaining ten or so students of Class 1A from the initial thirty followed behind Ye-jun and Mai-sun.

Seeing that everyone only decided to head to the security station after Ye-jun spoke, Seo-joon felt annoyance rise in his heart but ignored it for now.

Thankfully, the zombies that were gathered in the west wing were all running outside, which allowed them to peacefully make their way to the security station.

Seo-joon was the first one to reach with the help of his lackeys. He let go of their shoulders and grabbed the handle of the metal door before twisting it.

With a click, the door swung open.

All the students sighed in relief when they saw this.

Without a word, Seo-joon hurriedly hobbled into the room and beeline towards the monitors. Using the control panel to prop himself up, he glanced at the monitors, searching. Soon he found what he was looking for on the left.

There, on a somewhat secluded monitor from the rest, was the image of a darkroom with its only lit source being several monitors mounted on the wall. Seo-joon's eyes rested on the figure standing in front of the monitors, a slight smirk appearing at the corner of his lips.

However, his face suddenly changed when he glanced at the person's hands and only saw a familiar revolver in one. However, he soon spotted the drawstring bag he was wearing on his back and narrowed his eyes.

Suppressing his anger, Seo-joon grabbed the radio on the right of the control panel and pressed the red button next to it. This red button connected this radio to the one shown on that monitor.

After he did that, Seo-joon held the button on the side of the radio and spoke into it while glaring at the person on the monitor.

"Freak, I don't see my cigarettes on you, you better have them in that drawstring bag."