Jaxon began blocking the door, dragging chairs and desks into place with Bong-gu and the other two male students helping him. Once finished, the group sat huddled in silence, their classmates' deaths pressed down on them, unspoken but deeply felt.
Bong-gu leaned slightly toward the others, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think… he's planning to leave this school?" He glanced toward Jaxon, who sat near the door, his rifle resting across his lap.
"I think he will," Lucas said, adjusting his glasses nervously. "He has a gun, and you saw what he did to those infected."
Bong-gu swallowed hard. "…Will he take us with him?"
"Why don't you just ask him?" Lucas muttered.
"You ask him," Bong-gu whispered back.
Before the argument could go further, Hae-in shook her head at them and stood up. Her small frame tense, and walked over to Jaxon.
She stopped beside him, her hands fidgeting. "Mister…," she began softly, her voice trembling with fear and hope.
