Episode 4
Sana closed her eyes for a few seconds, but the moment she felt someone holding her, she instantly opened them. In front of her was her bodyguard, keeping her safe in his strong arms. He was strikingly handsome, with deep black eyes and thick dark hair falling over his forehead.
Startled, Sana quickly stepped away from his arms, whispered a short "thank you," and hurriedly got off the bus. The boy stood there silently, watching her walk away.
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At School
Sana and Afra, both in the same school uniform, walked inside along with other students from the basement parking area. In front of them was the main entrance leading to several classrooms. On the right and left were three rooms each, filled with first-year and second-year students. A group of boys laughed and rushed up the stairs playfully.
Sana and Afra's classroom was on the third floor. When they reached it, a small board on the door read: Class 9.
Inside, around thirty students were scattered around—some busy with their work, some chatting in groups, some joking loudly, while one student was even sleeping with his head on the desk. Sana and Afra chose the second last seat in the middle row. Sana had just placed her bag on the desk when suddenly three angry boys stormed into the room and shouted:
"Who is Sana?"
Several students pointed towards her. The three boys immediately marched over and tried to drag her out. Afra panicked and rushed after them. She saw that the boys were forcing Sana towards the rooftop.
Afra, trembling, quickly ran downstairs to find help. On the way, she encountered the same handsome boy from the bus.
Catching her breath, Afra cried out:
"Hasnain, please! You have to help my friend. No one else can save her right now!"
Hasnain's expression turned serious at once.
"What happened to her?"
Afra explained hurriedly:
"Three boys dragged her to the rooftop. They looked furious!"
Without wasting a second, Hasnain and his three friends rushed upstairs.
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On the Rooftop
Sana stood frightened between the three boys. One of them glared into her eyes and growled:
"Because of you, we went to jail yesterday!"
Sana stammered:
"W-What are you talking about?"
The boy shouted angrily:
"Don't act innocent! You're the one who called the police on us. Now we'll teach you a lesson!"
At once, Sana remembered what happened the day before—she had indeed called the police. One of the boys grabbed a wooden stick and was about to strike her when suddenly Hasnain swung his school bag at his hand. The stick dropped to the ground.
Hasnain stepped forward.
"Looks like you still haven't learned from yesterday."
The boy smirked mockingly.
"So we meet again. Yesterday that girl saved you. Let's see who saves you today."
One boy lunged at Hasnain with a punch, but Hasnain twisted his arm and hit him back, sending him crashing to the floor. Soon a fierce fight broke out. After a heated struggle, Hasnain and his friends overpowered the three boys, leaving them groaning on the ground.
Afra rushed to Sana's side, supporting her trembling friend. Hasnain approached gently.
"Are you okay?"
Sana gave no reply and silently walked away.
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Somewhere Else
Meanwhile, inside the girls' washroom, another girl sat trembling. Her knee was badly injured—as if bitten by some wild animal. Earlier that morning, while she was riding her bicycle to school, a zombie had attacked her. She barely managed to escape, but the bite was already spreading through her body.
Her vision blurred with a white haze, blood trickled from her nose, and her breathing grew heavy. Outside the washroom, some girls were busy with makeup when they noticed blood dripping from under the door. They knocked, but no answer came. One of them tried peeking from above—what she saw made her scream in terror.
The injured girl suddenly grabbed her arm and dragged her inside. Horrified screams filled the corridor as the other girls outside fled in fear.
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Back in Class
Hasnain and his friends returned to their class. Sana and Afra also sat quietly in their seats. Soon, a beautiful young teacher, around 27 years old, entered the room.
"Good morning, ma'am!" the students greeted in unison.
She smiled warmly, took attendance, and then asked everyone to submit their homework cards. Most of the students handed them over, but Sana and Hasnain stayed silent.
The teacher began writing an algebra problem on the board when suddenly, terrifying screams echoed from outside.
The class froze. Peering through the windows, the students saw a horrifying sight—people were attacking each other like rabid animals. A loud crash shook the window, splattering blood across the glass.
The children screamed in panic:
"Ma'am! What's happening? Was that blood?"
Even the teacher's face turned pale. Trembling, she whispered:
"Stay quiet… I'll go check."
She slowly walked to the door, her hand shaking as she turned the knob. The door creaked open, and then…