An apocalypse had occurred all over your town, zombies grumbling and groaning in the distance. As you ran into a store and slammed the door behind you, holding it shut a man with blood at the corner of his lips and a scratch on his nose slid over the counter, a makeshift spear in his hand. Within seconds he was in front of you, the spear inches from your chest. That’s when you recognized him, it was the class president, Heeseung. He then spoke up in an aggressive tone.

“Don’t you move.”