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Fatal Mistake. || Changmin & Yunho

Yunho was normally very careful. He'd been hopping these fire escapes and building tops for.. years now. Now that his weight was quite a bit less from when he started and his muscle had built up from constant moving, he was pretty damn good at it, too.

But today must be off.

Yunho felt strange.. a little dizzy. Probably hunger setting in, honestly. He'd taken to the rooftops because of a rush of undead that had littered the streets this early evening.. he assumed because he'd been hearing gunshots. Bastards weren't very smart about their weapon choice. Even his cocktails were quiet, until the zombies started screaming...

Anyway, he leaped down a level to the fire escape, barely catching hold of the edge, gasping a bit louder than he meant to when his boots skidded off the bars and his sternum hit rather painfully to the edge bar.. he groaned a bit, hauling himself up and looking down to the zombies who looked up and moaned right back at him. Fuck. He clenched his jaw, rubbing his chest and much more quietly making his way down, only to crawl over to the next fire escape..then the next, until he was on the clear side of a building.

Taking in a slow, deep breath, he continued to rub his chest, that dizziness continuing to make his head swim. And, finally--it caught up to him as he stepped over the opening to the next level down, his boot catching the edge just enough to make him topple.. which ended up making him slide down the stairs and hit the bottom level of the fire escape, a cry managing to escape him when he landed flat on the backs of his shoulders, his lower half still up on the stairs.. but it wasn't the landing that hurt. It was the two bottles of explosives he had in his backpack. They had shattered with the landing, and he could now feel the shards of glass biting through the thick material of his backpack and into his back and shoulders. Taking in a shuddered breath, he arched up just enough to roll off the stairs, his lower half hitting the grate with a thump and the glass crackling under his weight.

The burn of the cocktail had set in, and his back ached, making it difficult to move.. he cursed, rolling onto his stomach to relieve the pressure on his back. Fuck fuck--how was he going to get home..? He couldn't stay here.. now zombies had circled the building to stand beneath him on the fire escape, blood and liquid dripping down from where he'd landed, his vision going more blurry.

Was he sick? Or had he hurt something more? Going into shock..? Shuddering, he set his cheek down against the cool grate, trying to gain his bearings before his body tried to force him into unconsciousness.