synopsis. once the dead began to rise humanity was quick to lose its senses. survivors fight for their lives and there’s no way to know who you can trust. area 109 is waiting. how many will arrive without a bite?
genre. zombie au ㆍ apocalypse au ㆍ angst ㆍ smut ㆍ fluff
the least of our problems → kim taehyung’s background
❝ before this all started…
✘ I was applying for a spot in a big company… Arts department. I was actually just getting out of the interview when I started receiving texts from friends and colleagues about the first attack. And the sad part is: I actually got in. It’s funny isn’t it? How life is everything but like we imagine it to be… I dreamt so much of this job and when I finally got it, I couldn’t even start it.
And I guess nothing I was prepared to do on it was something that could help in the current situation we’re in. The world isn’t in need of nice paintings or designs unfortunately… Although I still leave some graffiti around on the walls to cheer up passengers. Or to warn them of walkers. What really helped, however, and is still helping, is what I know about cultivation and everything farm related.
Everyone is conscious of how limited our supplies are. Someday the food we find in supermarkets and abandoned houses will end, and eventually only the ones able to grow crops will survive. I thank the angels for guiding me to my grandparents’ house before this chaos exploded. Because of it I got to learn a whole lot. And I’m sure I’ll be able to provide to whoever is with me for how long it takes.
I don’t tell just anyone that I have that skill though. I want people to take me in because they see me as another human being, not because I can serve them for something later on.
My family… My grandparents are in a better place now. At least that’s where I keep them, in a better place. My mom… Dad. My siblings… I’m still waiting for news. I have always lived apart from them, since I’m the oldest and my family wasn’t well off. I was raised by my grandparents, and then moved to the big city alone to try my luck. The last text I got from my mom before the line was cut, and before I went to the countryside, was her asking me to find my grandads and that she and dad would come to us.
They never came. At least not when I was still living there… But I’m hopeful. Or I try to be. They gotta be there somewhere, and I’ll go through every corner of this country if I have to, to find them. I’ll paint every wall just for them to see my signature and know at least I’m alive too.
And now that I know there’s a bit of hope called area 109, a bit of land for us to stay secure, I’ll do my best to put what grandpa taught me into action, and build a nurturing place for us all.
synopsis. once the dead began to rise humanity was quick to lose its senses. survivors fight for their lives and there’s no way to know who you can trust. area 109 is waiting. how many will arrive without a bite?
