IZSTASL Chapter 4

Finally, Yoon Si-chan landed a final kick to the last zombie’s stomach, knocking it down.

“Fuck, they look so goddamn disgusting—!”

“Hey.”

“I know, asshole.”

At the same time, we both shoved Kyung-bin’s body onto the fallen zombies and took off running.

The broadcasting room door was right there.

“But what if the door’s locked?!”

“Then we go to a classroom.”

“You insane motherfucker! And how exactly do we do that?!”

Before he could answer, the counseling room door suddenly burst open in front of us.

Something jumped out.

I thought it was a zombie at first—

But looking closer, I realized it was just some guys from the class next door.

And not just anyone—

They were Lee Kyung-bin’s friends.

The moment they saw us, they spun around and sprinted toward the broadcasting room.

Oh, hell no.

I did all the fucking work, and these bastards were just gonna waltz in and take the safe spot for themselves?!

“Hey!”

I shouted at the backs of the bastards running ahead as I sprinted after them.

The zombies pinned under Lee Kyung-bin’s corpse were getting up, already rushing toward us.

The assholes had reached the broadcasting room just a few steps ahead of us and were frantically trying to shut the door.

“You fucking bastards!”

I barely managed to wedge my foot into the doorway before it slammed shut.

A sharp, blinding pain shot through my foot as it got caught between the door and the frame.

The guy gripping the doorknob looked panicked but still tried to force it shut.

Inside, the others were screaming at him to hurry and close it.

My foot felt like it was about to split in half, and my grip on the door was slipping fast.

For a moment, I genuinely thought this is how I die.

Then, Yoon Si-chan—who had been right behind me—grabbed the open gap with his hand and yanked the door open.

I stumbled inside and fell face-first onto the floor, my forehead smacking hard against it.

At the same time, Yoon Si-chan slipped in behind me.

Just as he moved to shut the door, a zombie lunged, mouth wide open.

BANG.

The door slammed shut just in time, and the zombie crashed straight into it, letting out an enraged growl from the other side.

I groaned, rubbing my forehead with my palm as I lifted my head.

The bastards who had tried to lock us out were staring at us, their faces twisted with disgust.

“Fucking hell… they were trying to save their own asses.”

I was the one who spat out the curse, but all their attention was locked on Yoon Si-chan.

He wiped the blood off his face with the back of his hand, breathing heavily.

It was the first time I’d seen him actually look tired.

And pissed.

Which was good news for me.

If Yoon Si-chan lost his temper, I wouldn’t even have to do anything—he’d handle these fuckers himself.

I could just sit back and throw insults while he beat the shit out of them.

The sheer urge to bash their faces in was smothered by the anticipation that Yoon Si-chan would do it for me.

After wiping the last of the blood from his face, he steadied his breathing and took a slow look around the broadcasting room.

The others, acting like we were some kind of walking disease, pressed themselves against the wall and stammered out a question.

“You guys… y-you got… bitten, didn’t you?”

Yoon Si-chan’s gaze snapped toward the one who had spoken.

It was only then that I recognized him—Seo Jae-jun.

Lee Kyung-bin’s closest friend.

I remembered him standing around with his hands in his pockets back when I fought Kyung-bin.

As Yoon Si-chan stared silently at him, another one of them—Park Hyun-woo—squeezed his eyes shut and suddenly screamed at us to get out.

Figures.

He was the same asshole who had tried to shut the door on us.

I wanted to fucking kill him.

But I held back.

I had to.

Because Yoon Si-chan was definitely going to take care of them.

“Get the fuck out, assholes! If you’re bitten, get the fuck out!”

…But they were seriously starting to piss me off.

“You fucking bastard… running your mouth like that. You think we got bitten?”

I immediately got up and grabbed Park Hyun-woo by the collar.

The blood on my hands smeared onto his uniform, and the moment it did, the others around him flinched back like I’d just infected him with the plague.

These dumbasses really thought just getting blood on them would turn them into zombies. Fucking idiots.

“Then you should’ve died out there instead of coming in here and making this a problem!”

Seo Jae-jun, who had tripped while trying to avoid Park Hyun-woo, shouted back with a trembling voice.

“We know you’re lying! Fuck, we almost fucking died because of you! You crazy, psychotic murderers!”

I tightened my grip around Park Hyun-woo’s collar and glanced around.

Park Hyun-woo, Seo Jae-jun, and—one, two… three more of them.

Five in total.

All of them had backed away, watching me like I was some kind of monster.

Park Hyun-woo was struggling, clawing at my hands as if he couldn’t breathe.

I wanted to kill him right then and there.

Or at least use him as a meat shield.

Just as he started choking, making these pathetic, wheezing sounds—

Seo Jae-jun suddenly drove his elbow straight into my ribs.

“Ugh—fuck…!”

“You—you bastard! You fucking threw people to the zombies yourself! We saw you, you fucking psycho…!”

It fucking hurts.

Seo Jae-jun, who had been looking down at me so confidently just moments ago, trailed off mid-sentence, his eyes welling up with tears.

So he had seen me. That meant he was in the same place as I was before running upstairs to escape.

At some point, Lee Kyung-bin must’ve died.

The puzzle pieces fit perfectly.

“So what, you dumb fuck…! You guys are murderers, I’m a murderer, we’re all the fucking same… Did you kill Lee Kyung-bin too?”

I barely managed to force the words out, clutching my aching ribs.

Seo Jae-jun’s face turned bright red, and the moment he processed what I said, he snapped—furiously kicking me in the stomach over and over.

Holy shit. It’s true, isn’t it?

I had hit a nerve.

Good. But fuck, it hurt like hell.

Park Hyun-woo, who had just finished fixing his disheveled shirt, stepped in to join the beating.

The other guys hesitated at first but eventually crept closer, making it a full-on five-on-one.

No, but seriously, where the fuck is Yoon Si-chan?

What’s he doing? Why hasn’t he killed these assholes yet? Wasn’t he just fucking pissed?

I had been so caught up in the moment I didn’t even realize it at first.

Desperately, I turned my head, barely able to move, searching for him.

He was gone.

That bastard must’ve ditched me.

My vision blurred as my head spun, and my fists clenched.

If that was the case, I was really fucked.

Park Hyun-woo, still cursing me out, lifted his foot—about to kick my head like a goddamn soccer ball.

I barely had time to throw my arms up to shield myself when—

A blaring screech blasted through the speakers.

The sudden, ear-splitting noise made them all flinch and cover their ears.

Fuck, it hurts like hell.

I quickly did the same, pressing my hands to my ears as I scanned the room—

And there he was.

Yoon Si-chan.

Inside the broadcasting booth.

Not even glancing in my direction.

He didn’t do this to save me.

If he had, beating the shit out of these guys would’ve been faster.

Instead, he was calmly pressing buttons, checking something.

Like nothing about this situation was remotely unusual.

Then, with that same blank expression, he stepped out of the booth.

“What the fuck are you doing, asshole…?!”

I asked irritably as I pushed myself up from the floor. Seo Jae-jun, looking slightly startled, leaned forward to peek into the broadcasting booth.

Before he could process anything, Yoon Si-chan closed the distance in an instant, reaching out and grabbing him by the throat.

“Ghk!”

With just one hand, he dragged Seo Jae-jun forward, walking straight to the window. Then, without hesitation, he shoved him against it.

Half of Seo Jae-jun’s body dangled over the ledge, his upper torso caught on the window frame as his feet flailed in the air.

Yoon Si-chan kept his grip tight, choking him right over the drop.

Seo Jae-jun gasped and clawed at Yoon Si-chan’s arm, struggling to breathe.

He was trying to scream something, but with the ear-splitting feedback still blaring from the speakers, I couldn’t make out a single word.

I wasn’t complaining—watching Seo Jae-jun suffer was a beautiful sight.

But my fucking ears were about to burst.

I turned, ready to storm over and turn the damn sound off.

“Hey.”

Even through all the chaos, Yoon Si-chan’s voice cut through clearly.

I turned back.

He was staring at me—eyes sharp, pupils blown wide.

Like a goddamn animal.

“Fuck, it’s too loud!”

I yelled, marching toward the booth.

Yoon Si-chan said something in response, but I couldn’t hear shit.

What the hell are you even saying, dumbass?

I frowned and snapped, “What?”

Instead of repeating himself, Yoon Si-chan slowly mouthed his words.

Turn it off, and you die.

…Fuck.

My foot, which had been raised to step into the booth, lowered itself back down.

Seo Jae-jun, still clinging desperately to the window frame, finally broke down and started sobbing.

“Hey! I’m sorry! Ghk! I—I’m sorry, please! Let me go!”