The campus was far too quiet. That was the first thing yeomra noticed when he arrived. The whole ride to campus had been rather quiet now that he actually thought of it. Really he had believed people were smarter then that but he assumed that meant far more people believed that bullshit news story then he guessed. Maybe he did still have too much faith in humanity, he should work on that unrealistic optimistic view. It wasn't until he found the doors the the school campus locked that he actually stopped to consider everything. They wouldn't shut down an entire college for a prank. At least he didn't think they would. Yeomra quickly pulled out his phone to check the news again, just to be sure.
A blood chilling scream broke the unusual silence startling Yeomra enough to drop his phone, the sound of glass on pavement adding to the noise. He whipped around to find the source of the noise, the sun making him flinch as he now looked directly in the direction of it. His eyes stung as they adjusted but soon enough he clearly saw a figure of a man on top of another face dug into the other man's abdomen as his screams began to fill with the sound of liquid. The world seemed frozen. Moving impossibly slow but everything happening in the blink of an eye. He had to do something, something do something. His brain echoed empty for a moment, his body moved before he knew what was happening, snatching the now very broken phone from the ground and chucking it as hard as he could at the man on top. He had aimed for his head but missed the phone instead bouncing off his back shoulder blade. It was still enough for him to pull his face away from the now gaping hole in the man violently thrashing beneath him.
Their eyes locked. Empty milky grey and glossed over pupils meeting honey brown. Blood and skin stuck to his jaw and he bared his teeth as he slowly began to stand. Yeomra wanted to run, every nerve in his body telling him to get the hell away from it before he too fell victim. The sound of gurgling and choked sobs was what sent him running. Right towards them both. Yeomra took his bag off his shoulder as he ran, the bloody creature of a man beginning to move at him as well. Yeomra swings with as much might as he can muster. This time he hit dead on, red bag making contact on the right side of the man's temple with a disgusting thud and a sharp crack. Yeomra let the bag go as the man was knocked sideways to the ground, rushing to the man laying in a pool of his own blood in the grass. A sharp cold shot rushed through him when he saw the extent of the damage, the hole in him larger then his own head. His stomach was half gone a lung slashed a weird whistling sound coming from him every time he gasped, like a fish out of water the man's mouth opened and closed rapidly staring up at him silently pleaded to be saved. He was already dead and Yeomra knew it now. He was conflicted, inner turmoil questioning his Humanity. Could he leave this man here alone to die? A growl behind him made the choice for him. He hadn't knocked out the creature and it was still pissed. Yeomra scrambled to run choking out a apology. As he moved to leave the dying man grabbed him latching on with all the strength he had left making him roll I'm tripping over himself. The man that caused to this jumped back on top of the dying man and started viciously clawing his face causing him to release yeomra as he tries desperately to push the creature off of him again.
Yeomra's head was spinning, ringing from the fall. His eyes shot over seeing the creature again he could feel his breakfast trying to make a return trip. On shaking legs he forced himself up running to his abandoned skateboard, stumbling across the yard like a drunk. He snatched up the bored and ran, he was far too shaky to ride he knew that damn well but he was not about to go without anything not after what he's just seen.
He needed to get home, he had to tell Daejung that it wasn't the world that was stupid.
It was them.
Yeomea never saw Daejung again.
his apartment empty appearing to have already been looted by the time he arrived home. He fixed the doors and windows closed to the best of his ability, gathering everything he believed to be useful into his old backpack. It was certainly not ideal especially as the left shoulder strap was broken. But after what he had seen he wanted to be ready to get the hell out at any moment.
it would only be a few short hours before he was forced out of his home by a group of crazed looters. He was on his own, this was his worst nightmare.
but this was the new reality