Apocalypse: Apparently, I Can See Zombies

Chapter 105- A Sense Of Loss And Guilt

"The signal returned?"

Jin-woo showed a look of surprise.

"Yeah, are you up for a match?"

Jeon-sok nodded while holding up his phone in front of Jin-woo.

Jin-woo hesitated and looked over at Ah-yong.

Ah-yong smiled and said.

"It's fine, we can talk later."

"Ah."

Jeon-sok lightly exclaimed as he looked between Jin-woo and Ah-yong, realizing too late that he was interrupting.

Jin-woo, however, smiled and causally patted the seat next to him.

"Come on, sit down."

Jeon-sok smiled apologetically at Jin-woo but still sat down as he didn't want to pass up this chance for a carry. However, as soon as he sat down about ten more youths rushed over upon seeing an opportunity.

What was surprising was that a few of these youths were from Class 1A. After yesterday the conflict between the two factions was mostly eliminated.

This cafeteria section soon became extremely rowdy, drawing over a few spectators to watch Jin-woo and the others play.

The initial number of people playing increased and took over the entire cafeteria.

While Jin-woo and the others had their PvP game, some other groups started their own games. The observers were stimulated and would rotate between groups. They were so excited that they momentarily forgot about their nervousness, which came from the possibility that the rescue team might not arrive.

However, detached from this excited crowd was Ye-jun on the periphery, looking on with an indifferent expression.

Within the crowd, Jin-woo was in high spirits at first, but after about two dozen rounds of games, his brain started to ache.

For some reason, using his ability to improve his physical reaction to achieve a hundred-percent headshot rate in the game was harder than in real life. Perhaps it was because there was an extra gap between his body's movements and the game mechanics, that required him to exert more mental strength.

"Guys, I'm a bit tired so I'll leave first."

Thinking about the lone helicopter in his vision, Jin-woo's heart turned cold.

"That's enough, Jin-woo, you don't have to do this in front of everyone. We already believe you."

Finally, the silence was broken by Mr. Kim.

"Perhaps the Marshal is busy with the virus on the outside so he can't answer. When he does, I'll answer in front of everyone."

Jin-woo soon recovered his composure and said with a smile.

The students thought the statement made sense, and they all sighed in relief.

Jin-woo picked up his phone and then calmly left, leaving behind the students playing games.

Walking over to where he slept, Jin-woo picked up his drawstring bag and headed for the backroom to take a shower. However, the moment he passed through the double doors of the cafeteria, his calm expression disappeared to be replaced by slight panic as he went to lean against the wall.

Seong, who was always next to him, immediately became worried.

"Jin, don't panic. Come on, take deep breaths."

Jin-woo leaned his back against the wall and took deep breaths. His chest was visibly moving up and down, signaling he was moments away from having a panic attack.

However, thanks to Seong's constant urgings, he quickly began to calm down.

"Are you okay now?"

Seong asked as he stood in front of Jin-woo, his hands cupping his face.

Jin-woo nodded, but his face was drenched in sweat and his cheeks were flushed red. He looked as if he had just finished a marathon.

Seong instinctively unzipped his blue winter coat about to grab the hand towel from the small bag on his waist, however, he stopped in the middle of his actions when he saw that the bag wasn't there.

Seong thought he must have left the bag somewhere and was slightly panicked since Jin-woo's backup medication was also inside. However, as he was trying to recall where he could have left it, his entire body suddenly stiffened. He remembered that the last time he had it was when Jin-woo picked him up from the library in Gangnam. Then...

Seong's emotions churned and even though he tried not to let his inner turmoil show on his face, his brows couldn't help but furrow slightly. Not to mention losing the handy bag he always carried for Jin-woo, he wasn't even alive so he couldn't have helped him in the first place.

Jin-woo had been silently observing Seong's instinctual actions, and a feeling of grief couldn't help but rise in his heart.

During this routine in the past, Seong would have insisted on taking care of him while he would helplessly protest that he could do it himself.

But as well as feeling helpless, Jin-woo recalled he would also feel extremely annoyed at Seong for constantly babying him. However, after seeing Seong's familiar actions, he only felt a sense of loss and guilt.