My Confession Was Ruined Because of a Zombie 12

Just in case, he thought of using the evacuation chute to go down. Thinking it was fortunate, he pointed with his fingertip to the stair railing about the width of a forearm. Taewoong looked at the railing.

“Oh, okay.”

After a short reply, he moved right away.

Carefully stepping on the stairs one by one with his toes, he lightly jumped over while muffling the sound at the turning point, holding the railing. He immediately took the outerwear and mop handle from Yeoul and helped him jump over the railing. Fortunately, they arrived on the 4th floor without issue.

“…Maybe because it’s the art department, the zombies seem a bit grotesque.”

If the 5th floor zombies all had short hair and good physiques, the 4th floor zombies had a variety of hairstyles and many had a slightly thin build.

Maybe because their builds are thin, their staggering also seems a bit more dynamic. The shrieks of kak, kaak! sound somehow richer too. Taewoong, who left a hushed impression, swallowed dryly.

Still, since there were no close friends, he felt he could hit them without hesitation. He gripped the bat tightly then turned to look at Yeoul standing behind him.

“Should we stop by the bathroom on the way?”

They couldn’t get tissue from the 5th floor bathroom. When he asked for an opinion, wondering how it was, Yeoul smiled and nodded.

Nodding the same way, he turned his gaze that had been looking behind and spotted someone’s cell phone lying on the floor. Taewoong picked up the phone.

“…Should we take this just in case?”

I don’t know if someone dropped it while hurriedly running away or if it fell out, but it works normally. He showed it to Yeoul. Yeoul’s eyes went wide.

“Mm… mm-hmm. I’ll take it.”

The cell phone went into Yeoul’s pants pocket. Seeing that, Taewoong tried to move again then remembered his own cell phone he had half forgotten. He took out his phone from his pocket.

“Wait a second, let me check where the guys are.”

Besides the tissue, he had to take care of Hyunwoo, Seongyong, and Jaeseong. He checked the friends’ group chat and his eyes opened wide at the unexpected location.

“…The guys say they’re in the 4th floor art room?”

“Art room?”

Taewoong and Yeoul, who had been facing each other, simultaneously raised their heads. They saw the [Art Room] sign right next to the stairs and a group of zombies scratching at the tightly closed door.

“…How do we send those things far away?”

His friends were right in front! Naturally, the plan to go to the bathroom and nurse’s office was pushed back.

First, the zombies blocking the door had to be cleared. Taewoong sent a message to the group chat saying [Arrived in front of 4th floor art room if you blocked the door clear it out] and pondered a method.

Should we wait until the next bell rings? With no good ideas coming to mind, he let out an ugh sound when suddenly Yeoul said wait a second and held out the outerwear he was holding. He received it with an uh-uh.

As Taewoong looked puzzled, Yeoul got on his tiptoes and took out two baseballs from Taewoong’s bag and held them out.

“Hey Taewoong, do you think you can break the glass with this…?”

Yeoul pointed to the window in the direction of the 4th floor bathroom farthest from the art room, about 100m away. Taewoong glanced at the window then received the baseballs that looked tiny compared to soccer balls and let out a long breath.

“…I’ll give it a try.”

He was confident in kicking the ball with his foot, but throwing, especially throwing a small ball, he wasn’t too confident. But he couldn’t act weak in front of Yeoul.

If he had known, he should have grabbed a soccer ball. Regretting very briefly, he thought of the baseball team’s pitcher he had seen over his shoulder and threw with all his might.

“Kaaak!!”

The baseball that quickly flew towards the window hit the cheek of a wandering zombie instead of the window and fell. The zombie turned its head with a shriek. Taewoong flinched involuntarily.

“…Oh shit, that startled me.”

The ball was small and he wasn’t used to it, so it was hard to throw accurately. As he was about to put the baseball on the floor, thinking he should just kick it, the remaining baseball suddenly disappeared.

“This is why you’re a dumbass, Nam Taewoong.”

Jian clicked his tongue as he came up from somewhere and clenched and unclenched the baseball in his right hand. Then he called out to Yeoul with a hey.

“Is that enough?”

He jerked his chin towards the window Taewoong had aimed for. Yeoul nodded with a half dazed face.

“Oh, mm-hmm.”

The target was confirmed. Jian took a short deep breath, raised his left arm, and stretched out his left leg. Twisting his body while making a large circle with his right arm, he threw the ball hard.

Clang!

The ball that flew straight quickly after a cool windup precisely broke the window. At the loud sound of the breaking window, the zombies cried out and swarmed towards the window. Jian looked at Taewoong as if asking did you see that? Taewoong openly snorted.

“You’re helpful for once?”

“Want to find out if you’ll still say that after getting hit by a 93 mph baseball?”

“Have you been hit by a bat?”

“Hey!”

Yechan, who had secretly followed along with Jian, pressed down on Taewoong and Jian’s heads with good timing. Taewoong irritably shook off Yechan’s hand then grabbed Yeoul’s hand.

“Let’s go.”

Jian was annoying but anyhow a path had opened up. He promptly went to the art room door and opened it.

“…Huh?”

Just then, Hyunwoo and Seongyong, who had been clearing the chairs blocking the door one by one, brightened a beat late.

“You, you bastard! You’re really alive!”

“Nam Taewoong!!”

“Wow fuck, he’s really here!”

As soon as he entered the art room, Hyunwoo pulled Taewoong into a hug. Following that, Seongyong and Jaeseong also hugged him, ruffled his hair, felt his unharmed body, and kissed his temple. Watching that, Jian made a face as much as possible.

“Is it a soccer player thing to kiss each other like it’s nothing between guys?”

At the sarcasm that everyone could hear, Taewoong, Hyunwoo, Seongyong, and Jaeseong, who had been hugging each other and hopping around overcome with emotion, awkwardly fake coughed and belatedly separated. Then they laughed again and bumped fists.

“Um, excuse me… Taewoong.”

Yeoul, who had been scanning the messy art room interior with easels, paints, water buckets and such from a slight distance, grabbed Taewoong’s arm.

“We need to move.”

“Oh, right. Hey, we don’t have time to stay here. We need to get food and drinks and also find a safe place to stay.”

While Taewoong was relaying what he heard from Yeoul, Yeoul picked up an art supply bag that someone had left behind, shaped like a tote bag.

He took out all the paints, palettes, brush cases, etc. inside that didn’t seem particularly helpful for survival, then put the red paint, a large brush, and water bucket back in.

Just in case we need to leave an SOS signal later. I don’t know who the paint belongs to but I’m borrowing it! After internally asking for understanding, he filled it with visible towels, tissues, wet wipes, and a cell phone charger that he kept just in case, and also gathered all the drawing tube cases into one. Then he looked at the survivors who had gathered at some point.

“That… I don’t know how many survivors there are in the school, but we need to collect as much food and drink as possible for later. And things that can be used as weapons… can you break that easel?”

“We’ll see if we can.”

Jaeseong readily brought over a wooden easel at Yeoul’s words and relentlessly stomped on it. With a few unrestrained kicks, the easel was completely shattered. He picked up pieces of wood that could be swung.

“Ah, I’ll carry that.”

“There are more abandoned cases over there.”

Hyunwoo carried the heavy-looking art supply bag Yeoul had brought, and Seongyong picked up the drawing tube case Yeoul hadn’t noticed and took out a mop from the cleaning closet.

Hyunwoo, Seongyong, and Jaeseong make weapons and grab the art supply bag and drawing tube case as if they had been waiting for Yeoul’s words. Watching them move efficiently without a word, Jian narrowed his brows.

“Are you guys Choi Yeoul fanboys? You do everything he says.”

They seemed ready to do anything if Yeoul said it.

Anyone would think Choi Yeoul was the athletic one. As he blatantly expressed his absurdity, Taewoong, who had been adjusting the length of the shoulder strap of the drawing tube case on Yeoul’s back, stopped moving.

“…Ah, that really makes a person feel like shit.”

Then he cursed audibly as he narrowed the distance with Jian, and Yeoul grabbed his arm and opened his mouth faster.

“Y-You seem like my, my! fanboy too!”

“What?”

“I-I mean! You followed me all the way here!”