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soyoung

                          
i never knew chan actually had troops, i thought it was only the nine of them but they were more. hyunjin proudly explained to me everything, he stated that the troops they had were technically just prisoners who followed their shadows. seeing how many they were, i was so afraid some from dwight and sopa would be lying dead because of them. i was so worried, i haven't seen any familiar faces which makes me think that they might be gone... thinking positive, i tried to stay strong and believe that tomorrow, i would be waking up around taeyong's arm inside sopa, inside our hideout.
                          
"i like the way you run." hyunjin commended, a smile framing his lips as he fixed the grasp he had around my wrist, ensuring to keep me near him so o wouldn't run off on another direction. "it's exceptionally, interesting to see." his eyes gradually attracted down to my torso, observing how my breasts were moving because of the rapid sprint we were making.
                          
"stop flirting." woojin talked in annoyance.
                          
i felt severely uncomfortable and twisted my wrist off his grip, running towards the boy so called woojin and offered him my hand. "can you be the one guarding me? i don't feel so comfortable with hyunjin." i embarrassingly muttered, earning a small giggle from the boy and unexpectedly did what i wanted. "sure sure." he replied and grasped on my arm. 
                          
"chan, thank god." one of their troops joined us. "everything is not going as planned, it has gone chaos and i'm sorry to say but everyone is not aiming for sopa and dwight since we've begun to fight the real enemies." he said, gasping for air and trying to keep up with chan's fast and rapid running. 
                          
"real enemies... who?" chan queried angrily. 
                          
i hope it was not some other school again because this chaos would grow bigger and i don't think any one of us would make it alive till tomorrow. 
                          
"walkers." once he spoke out the word, an unexpected female walker flung herself onto him, both of them collapsing on the floor and i stopped my tracks, considering to help him but the walker had already planted a bite on his face. i felt like i was the only one who felt bad, who felt sad about his death but the others didn't care and didn't even react. "fuck, walkers had arrived! we need to keep our eyes open!" hyunjin shouted.
                          
"hyung!" a familiar voice shouted, we watched jeongin appearing from our sight, falling on the ground with a walker on top of him. "jeongin!" woojin let go of my arm and went to save his friend. chan and hyunjin wanted to help too, but not until more walkers attacked them as well. 
                          
"hold on!" i shouted, running my way to help hyunjin but suddenly realized that i could turn around and leave them, return to the others which immediately made my mind change. but was it too selfish? at least i could help them, nicely tell them to let me go and work things out? i really was about to help them, but when chan looked fiercely at me after defeating a walker, i knew i had to run away because once my eyes blinked, i saw him sprinting his way up to me so fast that it made me recoil. i knew he would never leave without me, he wouldn't want to have his plan destroyed. 
                          
"fuck... fuck fuck." i mumbled with fear preventing me to breathe. i turned my heel and commenced to sprint, run as fast as i could without thinking where to go, the first plan was to get rid of chan which why running freely around was perfect. i could still hear his footsteps, i could hear his shoutings. "get back here". although i ran past a lot of walkers, i didn't care anymore, it was as if they didn't notice me because of my rapid sprint. 
                          
i ran, i sprinted so fast. 
                          
my heart pondering. 
                          
sweat dripping down my forehead. 
                          
my throat rasping.
                          
i began to wheeze, trying to gasp for air. 
                          
as i turned to the left, exiting the hallway, i was suddenly stopped by someone cupping my shoulder and dragging me inside the janitor's room. the darkness took over and the unknown placed his hand on top of my lips, making sure to keep me quiet as we both watched chan look after me through the slits on the door. 
                          
he finally disappeared and continued running through the empty hallway.
                          
"are you okay soyoung?"
                          
the voice sounded familiar, so sweet like honey, soft like feathers which finally made me realize that it was the boy who used to sing songs for me. "qian kun!" i exclaimed after he tugged the wire hanging on the ceiling, lighting up the room and the only thing that i noticed was his bright smile outshining everything. 
                          
kun and i used to go the same singing class, not until i got kicked out because i wasn't good enough and frankly i would agree, i wasn't the best, i was that one student who thought she could sing but in reality couldn't. "you're still not that bad though." was always kun's sentence to support me, though i knew he agreed that i was awful at it. 
                          
"why is everyone suddenly running after you?" he asked. "long story, but do you know what's happening? i didn't expect dwight to come too!"
                          
"as the one in charge in dwight, i'm still quite confused but the plan was to get renjun and jeno back. we never expected to see you here too! we never expected sopa to ask for our help too, basically this boy so called taeyong was the one who begged for help to find you. of course we would say yes, but still unbelievable since it's dwight and sopa we are talking about." he paused, putting his palm on my shoulder. "now as taeyong said, we need you to get back to him."
                          
kun opened the door for me, i followed from behind and looked at him with creased eyebrows. "why is he letting you guys bring me to him?" i questioned. i find it quite odd that he wouldn't do it himself, because i would have, i don't dare to give someone such an obligation. 
                          
"he told us he needed to fix some other things."
                          
other things, i think he meant chan which scared me. i hope he doesn't do something stupid, i know what chan had being doing is gruesome but we could always handle things peacefully. 
                          
"hurry we have to get you out, they're by the greenhouse." kun looked down at my hand, hesitantly grabbing it. "a boy so called mark is waiting for you."
                          
i smiled. 
                          
before we could run, someone appeared from the shadows, kun immediately pulling his gun up to point at the human figure. "one single move you're dead." he threatened, kun was no threat, he is a precious sweetheart but could come out very threatening if you don't know him. 
                          
"umm it's me?" a voice so quiet and soft, so rare to hear him speak words, and it was sicheng i meant. 
                          
"oh! sicheng." i could see the happiness on kun's face. i guess they used to be friends, just like jungwoo and yukhei. since they're both apart because of the school drama, it must've been forever since they've talked or even seen each other.
                          
sicheng immediately ran up to him, pulling him into a hug as they began to speak in chinese. i stood between them, completely silent with a smile on my lips. i didn't care if i didn't understand anything, if i felt spaced out, what really made me grin was sicheng talking comfortably. maybe, maybe his old friends from dwight will make him the same person that jaehyun described.
                          
"oh sorry soyoung...." sicheng apologized. "we should get going to the greenhouse, everyone is there."