Jin-woo already realized that Seo-joon had lost his mind. Some people just can't handle the mental pressure of an impending apocalypse, so he was only half listening to Seo-joon. He was mostly focused on the zombies, more of them were being drawn toward the back of the tennis court, leaving just under a dozen of them at the gate.
However, Jin-woo still answered Seo-joon halfheartedly.
"What is it?
"Nothing difficult, after you get to my bag, grab the extra pack of smokes inside for me."
Jin-woo turned to stare at Seo-joon with a somewhat dubious expression. After a moment he shook his head and returned his focus to the zombies.
"They aren't being drawn over."
Jin-woo muttered upon seeing that the eight zombies remained at the gate refusing to budge. However, if the students made louder noises, it might draw the attention of more zombies from the west wing.
"This isn't working."
