Apocalypse: Apparently, I Can See Zombies

In Asan Hospital, a group of people were steadily running along one of the narrow corridors on the second floor. The lights overhead flickered in and out as the generator tried to keep the power on in the Hospital. However, even though the group was thankful for the small amount of light, the way they were flickering in and out sent the atmosphere within the corridor to shit.

It also didn't help that bloody bodies lay strewn in the middle of the corridor which they had to step over.

This group of people had certain distinctions. There was one group at the back that wore black clothes, but when one looked at them one could tell they were thugs that could star in a gangster movie. There were five of them, with the one leading them who looked to be in his mid to late twenties. He was also shirtless, revealing the black tiger tattoo sprawled across his chest.

This shirtless man, as well as the others he led, all had handguns which they used to secure the back of the group.

Meanwhile, at the front of the group were men dressed in black suits and ties. With one look one could tell they were trained professionals that could star in a high-budget spy movie. There were six of them and they too had handguns. All of them were keenly observing the end of the corridor up ahead as if the moment they saw the shadow of something moving they would pull the trigger.

Between the group of thugs and bodyguards were two middle-aged men in suits. The one at the front wore a calm expression on his face as he focused on maintaining his pace with the bodyguards ahead. However, if one could observe his eyes at this moment, one would be able to tell that deep down he was extremely nervous.

It was just that years of experience allowed him to feign calmness even if the sky was collapsing.

The middle-aged man behind him, however, was unable to feign calm. His face showed a terrified expression and as his eyes darted around, he became more horrified when he caught sight of the dead bodies beneath his feet.

"Fuck."

Despite looking at the bodies, he accidentally tripped over one of them and crashed to the ground. Everyone was forced to stop as a result.

"Prime Minister, we have to hurry, we'll soon reach the roof."

The middle-aged man at the front said as he reached out a helping hand to the Prime Minister.

For a second the Prime Minister forgot the situation he was in. The sheer calmness radiating from the man with his hand outstretched affected him and calmed him down somewhat. He nodded firmly and said.

"I apologize Mr. President."

The Prime Minister was then about to grab the President's hand; however, a chilling screech rang out in the narrow corridor before a zombie slipped through the ajar door between the President and the bodyguards and stumbled into the corridor.

"Fuck!"

"Mr. President watch out!"

Bang!

Bang!

The bodyguards cried out before shots rang out. They shot at the zombie, but it simply charged at them while taking the bullets. At the same time, several more zombies stumbled out of the room, effectively cutting off the bodyguards from the others.

For the first time, the President's face changed to one of panic and he stumbled back as some of the zombies charged in this direction.

"Mr. President!"

The Prime Minister suddenly jumped up from the ground and hurriedly shoved the president towards the thugs who were quickly coming over before turning to meet the oncoming zombies. He held up his hands to block the first zombie, but he suddenly released a wretched scream as the zombie bit down on his forearm.

"Damn it."

The shirtless leader of the thugs cursed before pushing the President to the side and aiming his gun at the Prime Minister.

The President seeing this yelled at him.

"Wait! Stop!"

However, the young man had already pulled the trigger.

A loud bang echoed out in the corridor before the zombie biting the Prime Minister had its forehead pierced by a bullet.

In quick succession, four more gunshots rang out and the four zombies charging in this direction dropped to the ground with a bullet hole in the center of their foreheads.

One of the thugs rushed forward to pick up the Prime Minister who was clutching his forearm on the ground. However, at that moment when everyone thought they had escaped the deadly situation, a loud commotion happened at the end of the corridor where the bodyguards were. Their screams rang out along with gunshots as a swarm of zombies suddenly swallowed them.

"Fuck, the sound of the gunshots led them right to us."

The shirtless young man cursed, but suddenly one of his underlings yelled from behind.

"Boss, behind us!"

The young man quickly spun around to look, and his face turned grim as another horde of zombies blocked their path of retreat. It seemed as if all the zombies on this floor were congregating in this area.

The young man had no time to think, he suddenly rushed towards a door to the side of the corridor looking for an escape route, however, it was locked.

"Boss, this one's open!"

One of the thugs yelled from a few paces down, before he turned to the zombie horde behind them and began firing to delay them so everyone could enter the room.

The young man fitted the gun in his waist before he then grabbed the President and rushed towards the door. The thug carrying the Prime Minister immediately followed from behind.

It was close, but everyone managed to enter the room just as the horde of zombies reached them. The bodyguards had already died, leaving the zombies there to combine with the others and bombard the door.

In the fully lit room that looked like a patient recovery area from the several beds inside, the group collectively released tired breaths of air after barricading the door with two of the beds and a wooden cabinet with glass doors.

"Boss, what are we going to do now?"

One of the four thugs asked, and the rest turned to look at the young man. But the young man didn't respond, he instead walked over to the President who was sitting on a stool while wrapping the Prime Minister's wound.

After stopping beside the President, the young man asked.

"How is the wound?"

"It's going to take more than this to kill me."

The Prime Minister responded with a forced a smile. The President, however, remained silent and simply continued to wrap the Prime Minister's forearm with the bandages he found inside the cabinet.

The young man nodded at the Prime Minister's words, but after taking one look at the bloody bandages wrapped around the man's forearm, he suddenly pulled out the gun that was tucked in his waist and with one fluid motion aimed it at the Prime Minister's head and shot him dead execution-style.