7 Floating Names (2/2)
Once again, Jun is not an idiot. He realized what those color patterns meant after some time. It's the other person's attitude or thoughts toward him. White simply means the person was neutral to him, yellow can mean anywhere from happiness or delight, black represents resentment or hatred, and red is killing intent. The reddish-black is a simple mixture of black and red. He already noticed everything earlier, and even now everything was still an assumption. But having some kind of way to know if people hate or like you is still convenient.
He started patting Jake's shoulder as he put his hands inside his jeans pocket, taking out the shard.
”You want this, right?”, Jun asked as he swiftly stabbed the shard under Jake's chin. Jake only managed to widen his eyes at the absurdity of the situation. His eyes filled with unwillingness and hatred. Blood started flowing on Jun's arms as he made twisting motion with his hands.
The people who finally calmed down started to feel scared as they witnessed something that will make them unable to sleep. One woman near the entrance shrieked loudly as she became hysterical. She kept on begging, asking Jun not to kill her. Pablo pulled his .45 pistol and aimed at Jun.
”Don't move! Please put your hand in the air where I can see them!” Even though Pablo was shocked. He was able to calm down and collect his thoughts. His occupational reflex, which is to secure the bank and its employees, activated by itself.
Before Jun could follow what he ordered, or if Jun would actually listen, a loud banging sound came from the door.
A beautiful woman with a bloodied mouth and an open stomach was pounding on the door. Every hit she made increased the fear on everyone's hearts. The clanging noise that was created by the glass door, attracted more infected in the area. As two more infected hit the door, the pounding grew stronger and cracks started to appear on the glass.
All this while, Jun remained standing, watching a green bar that appeared on top of the door.
[Glass Door - 86/100]
[Description] A glass door made from low-quality materials.
Every time the door was hit. The number on the left decreased by 1.
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”Move!”, Jun shouted as he ran to the door and Pablo never took his eyes off him, aiming his pistol at Jun.
”I told you to stop moving! Stop!”
Jun ignored him and opened the curtain that was blocking their view of the door.
He saw three infected in front, banging on the glass door. Luckily, there was limited space on the doorway. There's two more infected at the back, trying to squeeze there way in after being blocked by the three in front.
”Never thought of you as an idiot! Are you going to help me or not?!”
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Jun ran to a 2-meter tall, metal locker beside the stairway to the second floor.