Episode 7:
A strange silence suddenly fell over the entire place.
Only the eerie, distorted growls of the infected echoed through the air —
"Ghrrrrr… khhhhhh…"
The school, once filled with laughter and noise during the day, now resembled an abandoned desert.
From the playground to the canteen, every corner was crawling with the infected — most of them still dressed in their school uniforms.
They wandered like bloodthirsty beasts, waiting for prey… for anyone unfortunate enough to cross their path and become their next meal.
Even the staff room was no exception.
The teachers — the same people who once taught kindness and empathy — were now hollow shells of themselves. They had no idea what monsters they had become.
Up on the second floor, death roamed freely, yet a faint glimmer of life still existed.
Inside a room labeled "Broadcast Room", where once cheerful morning messages and important announcements echoed across the campus, a few survivors were still breathing — two students and a teacher, sitting silently on the cold floor, fear written across their faces.
The teacher brushed her hair back with a trembling hand, holding it in place as she exhaled deeply.
Her lips pressed together, her eyes shut tightly for a few seconds.
When she opened them again, she glanced around.
In front of her, two students sat leaning against the wall — a boy and a girl.
The girl wore a school uniform; the boy was dressed in a taekwondo outfit.
The teacher broke the silence.
"Which class are you two from? I don't remember ever seeing you in mine."
The boy, who had been sitting with his eyes closed and back against the wall, opened them slowly and sat upright.
"We're from Class 12," he said calmly. "My name's Yaram, and this is my friend, Leena."
The teacher gave a faint smile.
"Oh… now I remember. Guess this chaos has scrambled my brain."
She took a deep breath and looked to her left. Her bag lay there.
Reaching out with her right hand, she pulled it closer and was about to unzip it —
when suddenly, a loud knock thundered against the door.
The three of them froze.
Their eyes darted toward the sound.
Yaram quickly grabbed a hockey stick lying nearby, holding it tightly in both hands.
The teacher scanned the room — in the corner was a large sports bag.
She rushed toward it and pulled out two more hockey sticks, handing one to Leena and keeping one for herself.
Yaram's voice trembled.
"What… what do we do now?"
The teacher's tone turned firm.
"Stay right behind me."
Leena's eyes filled with tears.
"Ma'am… they're outside! The zombies… they'll eat us alive. I… I don't want to die…"
Before she could say more, Yaram turned to her, gripping her shoulders gently.
"Hey… don't say that," he said softly. "You're not going to die. I promise."
Hearing this, the teacher took a deep breath and said,
"Listen, both of you. Don't be scared. Just stay close to me.
We'll open the door slowly — only to see who's knocking.
The infected can't think or talk like us. They just… destroy.
So if it's one of them, we'll know."
The two nodded nervously.
They crept toward the door.
The teacher slowly turned the handle, inch by inch.
As the door cracked open, they saw a man sitting on the floor outside, his back turned to them.
He was wearing a janitor's uniform — soaked in blood.
The teacher whispered,
"Are you both ready?"
They nodded again.
Just then, the man turned his head.
His eyes were milky white.
Blood covered his mouth — a piece of flesh still between his teeth.
On the floor beside him lay a mutilated corpse.
The teacher froze in horror as the realization struck —
the janitor had been feeding on the body.
The zombie began moving toward them, slow at first… then faster, faster —
until it charged like a wild beast.
"Close the door! Quickly!" Leena screamed in panic.
The sound of the approaching creature grew louder and louder.
The horror was no longer a distant echo —
it was right there, pounding on the thin wooden door that stood between them and death.