joonjfc:
joon was easy. chill. any other person his age working a job delivering pizzas might have felt stuck in life, waiting for some ambition to strike in the middle of a dead-end job. but him? he was content with what he had going. getting home to his dog and smoking a fat one to some cop dramas on tv was what his daily life consisted of, and it wasn’t something he planned on changing anytime soon. but tonight was weird. even weirder than his hazy-minded nights tended to be. the radio in his delivery car kept broadcasting strange stories about people eating other people’s faces, and yet… people kept ordering pizzas. surely, that mean there was no cause for alarm.
but still, on a trip to his next delivery point he made it a mission of his own to pick up his dog from home—keep her in the car while he worked just to make sure she was out of harm’s way. stopping in front of a particularly large home, joonyeon caught sight of a somewhat haggard looking girl limping her way towards him. his step was a bit quicker as he made his way up the driveway, blue dream close by his ankles, growling at the stranger. when the girl snarled, joon practically dropped the pizza, jogging up to the door as quick as he could and ringing the doorbell in rapid succession, banging on the door as the limping girl got closer. “hey! hey, open the door! hurry!” what the fuck was going on?
arielle jumped from her spot at the rapid sounds of the doorbell. she ran downstairs, grabbing a knife as she ran through the kitchen in matching pajamas. she looked through the peephole on her tippy toes, and saw that it was the pizza guy. the dog kept barking at the infected girl--would that make more of them come? she unlocked the door, tugged him inside quickly by the arm and waited for the dog to run in behind him. without even missing a beat, arielle locked the door and slid the security bolt for extra safety as well. she turned off the house’s exterior lights, forgetting those the first time.
arielle jumped again with a thump from the door behind her, hearing the infected girl throw herself at the door. “let’s move,” taking a breath, she led the pizza guy away from the door and to her kitchen where she put the knife away. “i honestly thought i wasn’t going to get any pizza tonight,” she admitted, now that the heat of that moment had died out and the sounds of the infected girl were now off in the distance--hopefully, she just got confused and walked away. “are you okay? have you come across anyone infected like that before this?” arielle asked, as it didn’t hurt to be a little paranoid. if he’d been delivering pizzas all night, what if she’d just brought whatever was turning people right into her home? the dog he brought was looking longingly up at her, clearly she knew the pizza was hot and ready to be devoured. she picked her up and cradled her, noticing the dog tag. “blue dream...?” arielle asked, furrowing her brows at the name. “and what’s your name? sour diesel? og kush?” she teased, despite the severity of the situation the two of them were now thrown into.














