02:05 P.M.
Tuesday, 1st December 2015.

Jung Whee-In's POV

I opened my eyes several hours later. The constant thudding on the door to the storeroom reminded me. It's real! The stubborn part of me rejected this cruel reality, believing pipe dreams. I got up to my feet. I towed the drapes and I flinched slightly at the traces of dry bloody handprints on my window. "What time is it?" I studied my phone and I dropped it right away. My tears fell all over again. Is Soo-Jung alive?

The voice message was awfully brief. It ended as soon as it began. I guess my sister doesn't even know that her phone recorded everything. I got it at one, about an hour ago. "Wait for me." I quickly ran for my father's car key. I could still save my sister if I got there fast enough. I must do something for my parents. I took out a trash bag as my eyes looked for every junk food I got. I filled it with all of them. "There!"

To Be Continued