Hello 😊, I hope you are OK. Can I request 95/126+Jun+zombie apocalipse (or something like that)? '0'. Thank you ❤
prompt:
95 | “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”126 | “You nap, I’ll stay awake.”
scenario:
Train to Busan!au; revamp of baseball boy (Jun) and team manager/cheerleader (you) a.k.a the ‘ending’ i wanted for them
words: 1,349genre: angst, gore warning
The pressure engulfing your hand from the squeeze of Jun’s grasp would have made you scream in agony if you weren’t so grateful he was holding on as tight as he was. Each stride of your legs to keep up with his pace had your lungs burning and the tears streaking your vision did nothing to aide in your dash from the train yard. However, the only thing keeping you going besides the hand holding you in a death grip was the man doing it, broken bat in hand and legs pumping as he led the both of you into the streets of Busan.
For a moment it seemed he was going to pause, let the pair of you take a breath but the mass of growling that followed you only sent him spurring further. It felt impossible that those things were sprinting at you almost as quickly as Jun was guiding you along. No matter the turns you made or the objects you shoved in their path, they pursued you in a way akin to a dog tracking its prey.
“This way,” Jun called out desperately.
His shoulder slammed into the bar of a nearby door, shoving the metal open before he swung you inside ahead of him. The second his body passed the barrier he turned and forced it shut, momentarily using his body as a blockade as a variation of thuds rang from the other side.
With your chest heaving, you took a moment to look around you, noting the poorly lit staircase leading up to another door before you turned back to Jun with a petrified look. There were no words needed to be said to know that you were both trapped in the stairwell, assuming that there were more of those things upstairs.
“It’s okay,” he said, but the look in his eyes betrayed him. His forehead was coated in sweat, hair sticking to his temples and body looking completely worn as he braced himself against the dwindling thuds to the door.
The minimal knowledge that you had of those things was the only reason you were still alive, but the second you stepped into their line of sight once again, it was over. As much as you wished to mull over why they had such a loss in memory after a prey was out of sight, your mind was too busy trying–and failing–to calm itself down.
For a few minutes, the pair of you remained in a breathy silence as the ramming of bodies against the door faded and Jun let himself slide to the floor. His head hung between his arms as he propped them up on his knees, forehead running over his bicep to wipe the sweat away while his mind became preoccupied. From the way his lips moved in silent words, you could tell he was analyzing any possible way to get out of your current situation but the more he mumbled the easier it was to view his frustration.
“You’re cute when you’re all worried.” Although it may have been poorly timed, the break of tension your words provided was enough to pause his onslaught of irritation, a half hearted smile forming at the edge of his lips.
“I don’t think cute is going to get us very far,” he commented but there was no malice in his tone. “But we do need to move. I don’t think it’s safe to stay here with those things right outside.”
Your head bobbed in agreement and you took a heavy breath as Jun pulled himself up and mindlessly brushed down his pants. His fingers drummed along the handle of the bat, his free hand rising to rest on your shoulder where he squeezed in a reassurance that brought your eyes to meet his. “Let’s go.”
At the top of the staircase, Jun handed you what was left of his bat as he pressed his ear to the door, using his hands to brace himself against the cool metal before letting one wander to the handle. His eyes met yours with a sliver of worry but with a wave of his hand you returned the bat and took a position behind him as his hand gripped the handle. You could feel the peak in his breathing with the hand resting on his back, his arm rising as he silently counted before he swung the door open.
In an instant he had the two of you pinned between the wall and door, waiting in bated silence for something to lunge through the opening but the air was still. There wasn’t a single peep, not even a shuffle of mutated feet or the hair-raising inhumane growl that you were sure would haunt you until the day you died. So, with your guard up and a massive amount of hesitance, you pulled yourselves from the wall and peeked around the edge of the door to find a brightly lit and void hallway.
Doors lined either side, some ajar and others closed, but the mess of varying office supplies spoke volumes of what had happened here. However, with the return of Jun’s hand in yours, you quietly left the stairwell and entered the hallway. For a moment it seemed the place was empty, and your grip on Jun’s hand let up until the obnoxious click of the door behind you echoed through the corridor. It didn’t even take a second for a raspy growl to bleed into your ears, pulling your eyes toward an open doorway that one of the dead sprung from.
Instantly Jun’s body squared in front of yours, bat at the ready to swing just as the thing came within arms reach. No sooner and Jun was haphazardly swinging the wood at the creature clawing at him, using the tape wrapped around his forearm to keep its mouth away as he shoved the splintered wood into the thing’s abdomen. Yet, without a single reaction, Jun pursed his lips in anguish and shoved the being away only to raise his bat as it charged him again and instead used the spiked end of the wood and rammed it into the things face. The sheer amount of force from its charge was enough for the wood to break through whatever bone was left and send it lifelessly colliding with the floor.
Jun’s body shook as he stood over it, his eyes unable to look away from the thing that had become his most recent kill. He was lost in what he had done and if it weren’t for the tug of your fingers on the back of his jacket, you were sure he could have spent hours staring at the thing. However, as you tucked your arm around his waist and pulled his arm across your shoulders, he allowed you to guide him away and toward one of the open rooms at the end of the hall.
After glancing inside, you ushered him in and shut the door, watching as he slowly walked toward the window spanning the back of the room. Your feet no sooner followed after him, stopping only a foot behind as you stared out at the burning landscape that was once the city. Every direction your eyes bored out at were only met by plumes of smoke and fire, only the streets showing signs of life in the form of whatever disease those people had gotten.
“You should rest, I’ll stay awake,” Jun said after an elongated silence. His head turned gently toward you, expression worn out and face marked with drying blood that you softly wiped at with the pad of your thumb.
“No,” you said quietly. “Just for now, we’re safe. So we should both try and get some rest.”
“But they could–”
“Jun,” you cut him off sternly. Your arm rose as you cast your hand in a gesture toward the empty room you were in, reminding him of the shut door that was shielding you from view. And although he was apprehensive, lips bobbing with a want to counter you, he nodded.
“We’re safe.”