Apocalypse: Apparently, I Can See Zombies

Jin-woo looked over at the three students and nodded. He didn't ask what had happened and simply moved towards the monitors. Closely observing them as they switch between the various cameras, he soon located the ones on the fourth floor.

However, a chill went down Jin-woo's spine. Throughout all the halls on the fourth floor, there was not a single one where there wasn't a horde of zombies. It was to the point that the stairs leading down to the third floor were clogged full of them.

Jin-woo swallowed hard, he couldn't imagine how foolish he was for thinking it was a good idea to head to the fourth floor.

The cameras here only show the east wing. But Jin-woo soon saw one monitor that showed the situation on the bridge on the fourth floor that connected the east wing and the west wing. There were zombies there as well; they were walking back and forth.

This signaled to Jin-woo that the situation on the west wing was no different than the east. He was then about to look away from the monitor, but he suddenly realized something that caused his pupils to contract.

The zombies that were walking back and forth on the bridge weren't bumping into each other, there was almost a sort of order to their actions as they moved back and forth.

Jin-woo glanced at Seong next to him before looking back at the monitor. Seong, seeing his look, focused on where he was looking and quickly found the monitor showing the bridge. As he observed the scene, his face changed, and he also reacted with shock. However, he suddenly remembered something and turn to Jin-woo to ask.

"Did you notice how those zombies acted back at the tennis court when they fell outside of the window? It was like two different hordes of animals fighting over food."

Jin-woo's expression was serious, and he couldn't help but say under his breath.

"This means they have a bit of intelligence, at the very least on an instinctual level."

The boy and the two girls glanced over at Jin-woo upon hearing his mutter. One of the girls whispered.

"Doesn't he look familiar? He looks like that person from Class 1A they call a freak."

The boy hearing this had his expression change before he hurriedly turned to the girl and said.

"That's him but be quiet before he hears you. Can't you see he has a gun?"

The girl clamped her mouth shut upon hearing this and looked at Jin-woo with a look of uncertainty.

Jin-woo didn't hear the girl's words as he wasn't paying attention to the three. Looking away from the bridge, he started to check the club rooms for any signs of survivors.

Suddenly, on a monitor displaying the Broadcasting Club on the fourth floor, Jin-woo saw a girl. She was hiding inside the sound booth where the broadcasting station was, while zombies were on the outside roaming around.

The sound booth was separated by a plane glass window, and the girl was hiding underneath it. The situation looked rather dangerous since if she so much as moved or made a sound the zombies would smash the window and enter the booth.

After noting this girl's location, Jin-woo moved on to the other club rooms, however, all he saw were zombies with a few of them scattered on the ground killed.

Jin-woo could just imagine the scene of the virus from the water supply infecting a student, and in trying to help, the other students had unknowingly doomed themselves. From the dead zombies inside the rooms, it could be seen that some students had been alive and were fighting off the zombies, however, Jin-woo only saw zombies now.

Even after moving onto the third floor, Jin-woo still saw no survivors. His heart couldn't help but drop. He had underestimated how fast the virus could spread; it didn't even give the students a chance to fight back. He also saw a few teachers and staff as zombies.

After not spotting a single survivor on the third floor, Jin-woo wanted to hold onto the hope that they might just be hiding in the bathrooms where there were no cameras, but upon remembering being attacked in a bathroom, this thought died as soon as it came.

Jin-woo numbly glanced away from the monitors showing the third floor and turned to the ones showing the second floor. He had only checked the ones on the way to his classroom, and there were many more he missed.

As the monitors were switching between cameras, suddenly, his eyes flashed as he saw a classroom filled with students before it switched cameras. Jin-woo hurriedly controlled the operation of this monitor and switched it back to the classroom.

Seeing so many students inside the classroom, around thirty or forty students, and even two female teachers and four male teachers, some of the gloominess in Jin-woo's heart faded a bit. It was hard for him to not blame himself for the virus outbreak, and he felt more than responsible for every person's death.

That was the entire reason why he was contemplating going to the fourth floor in the first place.

Seeing these students and teachers, Jin-woo felt the responsibility to help them. He saw that all of them were on the ground, hiding from the zombies that would occasionally walk down the hallway past the large plane windows on the wall. Experience tales at empire

Jin-woo checked the first floor for survivors but saw no one. The girl on the third floor and these students in the classroom were the only ones still alive in the east wing. He also remembered the three behind him.

"Jin."

Seong called out from next to Jin-woo as he pointed at a switch near the buttons that control the monitor showing the classroom.

"This PA system is quite advanced; it can isolate your voice so only the speakers shown within this monitor can project it. You press this red button to isolate your voice to the speakers, and then hold onto the button on the radio to speak."

Jin-woo recalled that Seong was a part of their middle school's Student Council and was familiar with PA systems since they had to make announcements. He nodded at Seong's explanation but pointed at the knob next to the red button and asked.

"Is this the volume?"

"Yeah, it is."

Thinking for a moment, Jin-woo decided on what to do. He had to wait until there were no zombies along the hallway of the classroom before speaking to the students. The girl on the third floor's case was a bit trickier, as he would need to lure the zombies away first.

After formulating his plan, Jin-woo found the monitors showing the hallway in front of the classroom thanks to Seong's help.

Jin-woo couldn't help but wonder if Seong was using his photographic memory since he wasn't looking at the map next to them on the wall.

Putting aside whether a ghost had a photographic memory, Jin-woo then began to observe the monitors to wait for the opportune moment to talk to the students and teachers in the classroom, a part of him desperately wanted to tell them that help was on the way.

Perhaps it was his futile attempt to make up for partially causing all of this.

However, Jin-woo's attention was grabbed by the faint vibrations coming from his drawstring bag. Quickly taking it off, Jin-woo fished out his phone from inside and looked at it to see that it was a call from his mom, or rather Madelyn.

"Hello, Aunt Madelyn?"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Jin-woo said after answering the phone.

"Jin-woo, something has gone wrong, I can't talk for long, so you need to listen to me carefully."