Shin Hoseok, looks like a muscle head but is actually the softest person ever. His heart is so full of love especially for his mom, his friends and all the monbebe’s of the world. He deserves to be surrounded in happiness to protect him and his soft heart. I would honestly do anything for him to see this smile.
genre: fluff x 1000000.
character/s: im changkyun | reader.
overview: explaining love to a four-year-old wasn’t all that difficult, especially when your boyfriend is a child at heart.
word count: 2974.
“Babe?” she called out while slipping her shoes off as soon as she entered the room. Tiptoeing carefully over empty soda bottles and Xbox controllers, Y/N advanced to the first bedroom and opened the door. As usual during weekends, he was still dozing off and buried under thick, white comforters.
Quietly, she climbed up the mattress and slid under the covers to wake her sleepyhead of a boyfriend. “Changkyun,” Y/N said, sliding her arms around his waist before her hand reaches for his butt and pats it repeatedly. “Wake up.”
He stirred slightly, winding his arms around her and hoisting her up to lie on top of him. The boy in nothing but his checkered green boxers groaned against her ear. “Were we supposed to go somewhere today?” Changkyun mumbled groggily. With his eyes still closed, he blindly reached for his phone on the bedside drawer to check the time. “You’re here early.”
“Yeah, well—” she started, rolling off of him with a grunt and pausing only to yawn, “—my parents are arriving in a few hours to drop Miyeon off before heading to the airport.”
“Miyeon…?”
“My sister, yeah,” Y/N replied nonchalantly, hopping off the mattress before she could fall back asleep beside him. Grabbing his blankets in handfuls, she peeled it off of him to keep him from dozing off once more. “So if you could go get dressed so you could help me out, that would be great.”
The boy whined, shifting to lie on his stomach and bury his face on the pillow. “I was supposed to sleep in today!”
“Come on, I have two tests to study for. I need help looking after the kid.”
When he didn’t budge, Y/N frowned, letting his blanket pool around her feet. “Aren’t you going to come help me? I thought you loved me.”
At her statement, Changkyun flailed his arms and legs on the bed, as if throwing a tantrum, before pushing himself up to sit over his knees. If he ever had a weakness, it would be the pouting woman with her hands on her hips standing at the foot of his bed. “Alright, alright, but you have to get me breakfast,” he said, scratching the back of his head before dragging himself to the bathroom to wash up while grumbling, “The things she makes me do, really…”
Despite his complaints, however, he found himself at her own dorm room more than an hour later, blinking back at the child who had been staring at him the entire time Y/N was talking to her parents. Wet-haired and bloated with breakfast, Changkyun tried chatting her up by asking about the cartoon character on her backpack, but Miyeon refused all advances.
“She takes quite a while warming up to strangers,” her mother explained, noticing the sullen expression on Changkyun’s face. “Eventually she’ll open up to you.”
Rubbing his nape, the boy only nodded, standing up and bowing politely as Y/N’s parents bid them goodbye. As soon as the wooden door meets the frame when it closed, Changkyun immediately went to work, approaching the couch carefully while hiding something behind his back.
“So… do you like milk?”
He placed the pink carton on the table and pushed it across with his fingertips. All his advances so far had been rejected in cold blood. He swore he had never met a girl so difficult.
“Miyeon, he gave you a drink. What will we say…?” Y/N said, trying to coax her sister into saying something other than just huffing.
“Thank you,” the girl mumbled, almost inaudibly, before quickly snatching the milk. Changkyun attempted to help her put the straw in, but Miyeon had already turned her back on him to do it herself.
Defeated, the man sank further into the couch. Y/N reached out to squeeze his hand affectionately, but her sister wasn’t having any of it. Miyeon started to whine loudly at every physical contact her sister made with her boyfriend.
Opening her arms, Y/N called out for the little girl and made her sit on her lap comfortably. “Why don’t you like him? He came with me sometimes whenever I went home to visit, right? And he always gave you presents,” she said, as if trying to make Miyeon remember. The girl only responded by shaking her head, her attention still intently focused on the TV. Y/N sighed. “He’s going to look after you for a while because I have to study.”
“Can’t I sit with you while you work?” the four-year-old huffed, finally using her words, causing Changkyun to look up from where he was slouching.
“You’ll get bored. I can’t talk to you the whole time because I have to finish my papers, and you can’t watch cartoons on my computer because I’ll be using it,” she explained, her thumbs gently caressing the younger’s cheeks. “But he can bring you outside if you want. You can go to the store with him to buy more snacks, too.”
“But—”
“But what?” Y/N prodded.
Miyeon alternated glances between her sister and sulking man beside her. Realizing she had no other choice, “Okay, fine…” she huffed, her shoulders slumped.
Changkyun jumped at the sudden opportunity and wasted no time. He hopped off the couch and knelt on one knee, flourishing a hand towards the child. “Would you, the lovable and beautiful Princess Miyeon from the land of Dorm 242, bestow on me, a lowly peasant from the land of Dorm 098, the honor of carrying you to the 7-Eleven outside the campus?” Before he could finish talking, however, Miyeon was already on her way to the front door. “…or you know we could just walk. That’s what I was thinking,” he said, getting up to follow after the girl.
He wanted to help her put her shoes on, but she was already wearing them. “You tie your shoelaces nicely. That’s cool,” Changkyun said as he led her out of the dormitory. “Your sister always gets them loose, I don’t know how. So I have to tie them for her.”
The girl seemed to know her way out of the building as she led the way, leaving Changkyun to follow a few steps behind her. Since it was a weekend, most of the students were either catching up on sleep or enjoying their free time, so he didn’t expect to meet Minhyuk and Jooheon as soon as they rounded the corner.
“Where are you guys headed?” Changkyun asked, placing a gentle hand over Miyeon’s shoulder to keep her close and within his reach.
His two friends didn’t seem to be interested in him, however, because all their attention was focused on the little girl. “We were on our way to you, actually,” Jooheon explained. “We were planning to wake you up and have you join us for brunch.”
“Nah, I can’t, obviously,” the younger said, suddenly feeling betrayed when Miyeon runs into Minhyuk’s arms. “I’m on future brother-in-law duty.”
“She’s Y/N’s sister?” Minhyuk exclaimed, lifting the child up and laughing when the latter squeals in excitement. “No wonder you look so similar!”
“Yeah, we were on our way to the store to buy snacks,” Changkyun said, frowning. “And I’m trying to make her like me.”
Minhyuk’s eyes widened. To test the theory, he pretended to hand Miyeon over to Changkyun. “He’ll give you a piggyback ride to the store so you won’t get tired,” he proposed, but the child whined, squirming in his arms.
The outright rejection broke Changkyun’s heart further, but it only amused Jooheon more. “Ya, she’s a girl. All you have to do is tell her she’s pretty and she’ll stop being upset.”
Rolling his eyes, Changkyun stepped a good distance away from the two boys and the girl to give Y/N a call. “Yeah, this isn’t working out,” he greeted as soon as his girlfriend picked up.
The woman snorted, unamused. She only had her phone pressed in between her ear and shoulder, as if holding the phone properly would cost her a year of backlog. “That’s the spirit!” Y/N exclaimed in the most sarcastic tone she could muster. “Come on, you’re probably not even out of the campus yet.”
Changkyun looked from left to right. “How did you know? Are you following us?”
“Tch, it’s the blood connection, you airhead. I can feel her still near.”
Now, it was his turn to snort. “What, are you a psychic now?”
“Did you bring her to the fountain? The wishing well?” she asked, completely ignoring his mockery. She spun on her swivel chair and leaned back. “I swear to God if anything bad happens to my sister I’ll chop your toes and feed them to you.”
“She’s not even looking at me!” he whined, looking over his shoulder to where Jooheon had Miyeon sitting over his shoulders while they try to chase after Minhyuk, who was having the time of his life running in slow motion. “She’s with Jooheon and Minhyuk right now.”
“Oh, well, that’s cute. At least she’s not with Hyunwoo.”
“But how come she likes them? She’s literally just met them!” he groaned, stomping his foot in irritation.
“Hey, take your time,” Y/N cooed, using the calm tone she uses with her sister when the latter is about to throw a tantrum. “You’ll probably be the best of friends when you return.”
Huffing, Changkyun pouted. “Fine, we’ll be back in a couple more minutes.” And he ended the call as he walked back to where his friends were.
As Jooheon sets the girl down, he gave her a small wave. “We have to go and eat, but we might drop by Y/N’s dorm later so we can play, okay?”
The girl seemed reluctant to wave back, even as the two boys started to walk away. Turning to Changkyun, who held his hand out for her to hold, Miyeon wore a frown as she walked by his side, ignoring his hand completely. He sighed, letting his hand fall eventually.
When they pass by the gates of the campus, Changkyun had to present his student I.D. before being allowed to leave. “Look at this,” he said, wearing the lace over the girl’s head. “I look grumpy in my picture because my mom wanted to style my hair for me. She spat on her hand and used it as styling wax.” He swore he saw the slightest hint of a smile on Miyeon’s face as she looked at his photo, but he pretended not to notice.
Being the gentleman he is, he opened the heavy door of the convenience store for her. She skipped merrily to the aisles, browsing through shelves of various snacks and drinks. Whenever Miyeon wanted something far from her reach, Changkyun came to the rescue, lifting her up to let her choose by herself.
“What about chocolates or ice cream? Don’t you want any?” he asked, looking at the bags of chips and cookies in her arms.
She glanced at the freezers longingly, but in the end shook her head. “Mom says I should eat a full meal first, but I haven’t had lunch yet.”
“It’s okay, we can eat ice cream here, so Y/N wouldn’t see, and then quickly go home to eat lunch,” he offered, already picking up two chocolate popsicles from the freezer. When the girl still looked hesitant, “I promise I won’t tell your mom. I won’t even tell your sister!” Changkyun whispered, raising his right hand up to swear.
Convinced, Miyeon nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Changkyun repeated, smiling. He took the snacks from her arms and brought them with him to the cashier. As soon as the cashier rings them up, he fished for the popsicles from the plastic bag and handed one to her, before gesturing towards the seats near the windows. “Let’s eat this here so Y/N won’t know.”
The two quietly ate the popsicles for a while, with Changkyun occasionally dabbing napkin over the child’s mouth where the cold treat gets smeared. He watched her in silence, smiling only when she catches him looking. “You know Y/N used to ignore me a lot, too,” he started, looking for a spot in his popsicle where the ice cream was melting before licking it up. “I had to work hard to get her attention, so now I’m doing the same for you.”
“You bought her ice cream too?” Miyeon asked, her voice now louder and clearer.
Changkyun nodded. “Of course, together with cookies and other snacks too.”
“You like her that much?”
"Yeah, well… no.” He scrunched his nose, suddenly deep in thought. “I love her a lot. You do, too, right?”
“So you… want her to be your sister too?”
His eyes widened in panic. “No! Not that kind of love. There are lots and lots of kinds.”
“Like what kinds?” she pried, almond eyes blinking up at him.
“Well, you love her as a sister, right? And your parents love you both as their daughters. Her friends love her as their friend. But our love — how do I say it — is like how your dad loves your mom, and your mom loves your dad. That kind of love, probably only a little less since we’re younger than your parents.”
Miyeon clasped a hand over her mouth as her face contorted in disgust. “You mean like the kissy kind?!”
When Changkyun nodded, she only let out a louder and longer “Ew!” to further express her disgust.
“Hey— when you get older and meet someone you really really like, you’ll be all kissy too!”
The girl furiously shook her head, giggling all the while. “Will not!”
He laughed at her response, gesturing towards her ignored ice cream that was already starting to melt. Her little feet couldn’t quite reach the floor yet, so they dangled to and fro while she ate. Their mindless banter about childish things continued until it was time to go. The moment she finished eating, Miyeon hopped off the stool and carried her own snacks on the way back to the campus. She was the one who presented Changkyun’s I.D. to the guards standing by the university gates. And, unlike on the way to the convenience store where she led the way and he followed, the two of them walked side by side, the awkward distance already having dissipated.
“So… you’re not mad at me anymore?” he slowly eased asking, tone light yet careful.
She nonchalantly shook her head.
“Really? So you’re going to let me kiss your sister now?”
“No!” Miyeon screeched, stopping in the middle of her tracks. “I’ll tell mom you said that.”
Changkyun crossed his arms. “Well— I’ll tell your mom you ate ice cream before lunch!”
“Hey, you said that was a secret!”
“But I’m telling if you’re telling!”
The little girl huffed. “Fine, I won’t tell.”
“Do we have a deal?” Changkyun asked, extending his hand out.
Two small hands grasped his before shaking. “Deal.”
“Okay,” he said, smiling, and nodded towards the hallway. “Let’s get back to the dorm.”
“Are your friends coming over to play, too?” she asked, climbing the stairs one step at a time diligently.
“Maybe,” Changkyun replied. He reached the top of the stairs faster, so he stayed behind and waited for her to catch up. “Are you sure you want to play with them? I’m more fun, you know.”
“Do you study with my sister a lot?” Miyeon prodded, ever curious. Unconsciously, she reached for his dangling hand and held onto it as they walked side by side. When Changkyun only hummed in response, she looked up at him and continued, “Like drawing pictures and coloring?”
The innocent inquiry had him smiling as he knocked on the door using the hand that was carrying all their snacks. “Yeah, only a little more complicated.”
Y/N opened the door with a huge grin on her face at the sight of her sister. She spread her arms out wide to welcome Miyeon before lifting her up and carrying her to her bedroom. The age gap might have been baffling — so much so that Y/N could seem like the child’s mother — but it only made them look all the more adorable in Changkyun’s eyes as he trailed behind them after closing the door.
He set the bag down on the couch and headed to the bedroom, where he could already overhear their conversation.
“He did?” Y/N exclaimed, using her fingers to comb through her sister’s messy fringes.
“Mmh! He looked funny in his I.D. picture too. I think the people from security were laughing at his face,” Miyeon said, giggling.
The two of them pretended to clasp a hand over their mouths when Changkyun entered the room. “Alright, what is it now?” he asked, feigning innocence as he sat behind Y/N on the mattress.
“Nothing!” the siblings said in unison, causing them to erupt in giggles once again.
“She didn’t give you a hard time, did she?” Y/N asked softly, leaning back against the boy’s chest.
“Nah, I’m used to girls giving me a hard time,” he replied playfully, which earned him a gentle nudge on the shoulder.
“Miyeon, can you show me what snacks you bought?” the woman asked again, now turning to her sister. But before the child could hop off the mattress, Y/N gave her left cheek a light tap with her forefinger. “Come give me a kiss first.”
Obediently, Miyeon scooted closer to her sister and pecked the older’s cheek once before pushing herself off the bed. Changkyun did the same and presented his own face. “Me too!” he blurted out, hopeful, but the girl had already run out of the room and was in the process of getting the bag of snacks, leaving Changkyun hanging.
As Y/N clutched her stomach in the middle of peals of laughter, Changkyun huffed. “Okay, we’ll work on that.”
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mx week : shownu // title tracks from trespass to shine forever
Son Hyunwoo a.k.a Shownu, the leader of Monsta X. Our favourite papa bear, used to be known for his lack of expressions but in my eyes he’s become a variety king lately. He’s an incredible dancer and I love his center moments in all the choreography.
tldr; shownu is the best leader and deserves all the love
Lee Minhyuk, a man who is actually the sun. His personality is amazing and he has such infectious smile. How many other idols do you know who love to take their fans on cute dates. But he’s also really sensitive to how people feel, especially his members, and he always tries his best to cheer them up His future partner will be one of the luckiest people in the world to have a man so caring in their lives.
Genre: Zombie apocalypse AU (Contains mild gore, cursing and hopefully a whole load of angst :’))
Part: 1 // 2 // 3
A/N: This is a super suuuuuuuuuper late birthday request for @laviette :D and my submission for Kihyun’s day of mxweek. I’ve been trying to write this for ages, and only recently did I kinda realise where I was going with it. I was going to write this as one extremely long fic, but I wanted to do my bit for Kihyun’s day so here it is lol
Run.
That word had been on repeat in your mind for the last two weeks.
‘Keep running. Always moving. Don’t ever stop.’
That was how you lived now, always moving, never letting your guard down. Your life was at stake at all times and you could never forget that.
But you’d been moving for 5 days on and off, and you were so tired. So when you came across a small house at the edge of a seemingly deserted town, you figured it would be okay to rest for a short while.
The house was in shambles. The windows were smashed and the front door was hanging off the hinges. But once you went inside and looked around, you noticed that there was exits on either side of the house meaning you could make an easy escape if anything were to happen. You also had a long range view from the ground floor windows, so you should be able to see if anyone, or anything, was coming.
Those little things convinced you that it was safe enough to close your eyes for a short while, but mostly it was the exhaustion. You decided on a spot on the concrete ground at the back of the house, where you figured you were safest. The ground was cold but you did your best to wrap yourself up in the dirty hoodie you had on, and curled up into a ball on the ground. You pulled your hood up and over your face and clutched tightly onto the rusted crow bar you’d been carrying around for days.
Once slightly comfortable, you closed yours eyes and tried to relax. But your heartbeat wouldn’t stop hammering, and your stomach was so empty that you couldn’t settle. So you resorted to resting your eyes while thinking back over everything that had recently happened.
That day marked 5 days since your world collapsed around you. 5 days of pure torturous hell.
Everything in life had been going so well recently, and the day itself had been perfect, up to a point.
After all the recent rain, there had finally been a cloud free day. The sun was shining, the flowers were blossoming, and you’d been getting ready to collect one of your friends, Kihyun, from the airport. He had been the only one of your group to move away for college, which wasn’t a common occurrence in your small town.
The place where you grew was a small remote area, a place that modern technology had forgotten. There was no high rise buildings or speeding motorways, just a few scattered apartments buildings, the basics in education and health, a few old factories and a transport station which worked both as a bus and train stop.
Many of the young residents were orphans, like yourself, due to a factory collapsing several years earlier. The company was accused of not having taken the proper measures when building the factory, so they were forced to payout to the surviving families. In an attempt to save face, and money, they instead agreed to provide for the orphaned children for the foreseeable future. Bills were paid for, and food was delivered every week, but no money was ever seen which meant we were all stuck here.
Considering the lack of money in the town, many people never left, even those with families. But Kihyun was the smartest, most dedicated person you knew, and all his hard work and studying finally paid off when he got offered a scholarship at a top college. Which unfortunately happened to be located over 500 miles away from where you all lived.
It had broken your heart to watch him leave that day, not that you’d have ever told him. Kihyun is the type of person who would have dropped everything if you had asked, so of course you kept your mouth shut.
But it was all supposed to have gotten better that day. Kihyun had finished his first year of college early and was on his way home for the summer months. You had offered to collect him, seeing as as the rest of your friends were tied up until later.
Shownu and Wonho had both decided to begin working after graduating, not wanted to pursue further education. They had both been working multiple jobs, meaning they often wouldn’t come home till late at night. Jooheon and Changkyun, the youngest of your friends, had been finishing their last year of high school, and you always insisted they stayed to study after class. That left you, Minhyuk and Hyungwon who had all been in first year in the local community college, which is where most people with any ambition went. You had been the only one whose classes finished early that day, so it had been left to you to meet Kihyun, not that you’d been complaining.
It was just as your were stepping out of your apartment door, that you heard the first screams. You remembered seeing people running down the streets, screaming and crying, with panic etched on their faces. They all seemed to be running in the same direction, towards the transport station. You had tried to stop someone on the street, but no one would listen to your questions. They’d all just repeated the same thing.
“Run.”
So you had.
You weren’t one to blindly follow a crown but you also weren’t stupid. You’d known there had to be something seriously wrong if all the villagers were moving away from one side of town. You had just hoped that your boys were running with them.
It wasn’t until you had almost reached the station before you ran into someone you knew. Shownu had appeared, running from the direction of the factory, and you moved him, thankful that you’d found someone you knew. When he had noticed you approaching, he rushed to meet you halfway, and enveloped you in a hug.
If you had known how things were going to go after that, you might have cherished the hug a little more instead of pushing him away and demanding an explanation for all the craziness in the town.
“Zombies,” he’d said, as he continued to drag you towards the station “It’s actually happening. We’re all going to die if we don’t get out of there.”
You didn’t believe him at first, it sounded too crazy. People always joked about these things, and you never truly believed it could happen. You might never have believed it if you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes.
The small station that Shownu had been dragging you towards was built on top a high slope at the village edge, giving all its occupants a bird’s eye view of the village. It was there that you’d first seen the zombies.
Even from a distance you had been able to tell that the human shaped creatures that were following behind the townspeople, were in fact not human at all. Aside from their blackened skin and rotting flesh, they moved like nothing you’d ever seen before. The myth that zombies moved at a slow pace and walked as stiff as a board were in fact lies. These zombies moved at an abnormally fast pace, limbs flying out at inhuman angles while they scurried up the streets and even over buildings. They were able to climb like nothing else and the sight had reminded you of something like a swarm of spiders on the attack.
“Quickly,” Shownu had said as he had dragged you through the station. His strength had made it easy to push through the hordes of frantic people. There’d been one train at the station, and people were climbing over each other to get one.
Shownu had pushed through until he’d gotten to the front of line, and shoved you onto the train.
“Shownu! What about you?” I’d shouted after him as he had turned to walk away from the train.
“I need to find the guys. I’ll be back I promise.”
But he never came back. The train had started moving and there’d been nothing you could do to stop it. You’d screamed and cried at the conductor, begging him to wait.
“There’s already too many people on board. The best you can do now is pray for your lost friends,” was all he’d said to you.
You’d ran up and down the train, as quickly as you had been able with the amount of people, and scanned every seat for anyone of your friends. But none of them had been there.
After that you had just sat and cried as the train moved further and further away everything and everyone you knew. You couldn’t believe what had happened, that you’d just left all my friends behind and didn’t know if you would see any of them again.
By the time you had reached the next station, the word had already spread and people in the town had begun to panic. People had tried to force their way onto the train, where as you had tried your hardest to get off it. The doors were totally swarmed with people, so you had taken an alternative route and shimmied yourself through an open train window. One side of your body still held the bruises you’d sustained when you’d fallen out and onto the concrete platform.
Getting out of the station had been easy. Everyone had been crowded at the entrance, but there was no one by the exit. People hadn’t even given you a second glance, as you’d ran down the streets in what you thought was the right direction. Your head had been spinning and all you could think of was the need to make it back home to your friends. The town the train had stopped in wasn’t that far away, you had thought you might have been able to walk it.
But the next thing you’d seen had stopped you in your tracks.
You’d just gotten to the edge of the town when you’d started to see the smoke in the distance. The sky above your town had been black with it, and you’d faintly been able to make out the sight of flames in place of your old home.
It was a sight you’d never forget.
You’d dropped to your knees as the tears streamed down your cheeks. That had been the final thing to send you over the edge. You thought you had nothing left. The town had been destroyed and your friends were probably gone with it.
You still remembered the sense of loss you’d felt at that moment. You’d never forget it for as long as you live. But you’d also never forget what happened next.
Through your tear blurred vision, you’d noticed a splash of a familiar pink color from the corner of your eye. It was such a vibrant color that your tears had temporarily stopped, and you’d gotten up to walk towards it.
It being a pink flower, sprouting from between the cracks in the pavement. As you drew near, it was like something clicked in your mind and you remembered where you’d seen that same shade of pink, remembered that you still had something to live for.
Kihyun.
The last time you’d gotten a letter from Kihyun, he’d included a picture of himself from a school event. You hadn’t taken much notice of what was going on in the picture, aside from the fact that Kihyun’s hair was a bright pink color. The same color as that pink flower that’d drawn your attention.
‘If you ever decide to come to college, never agree to any bets’, Kihyun had written in the note accompanying the photo. You and the guys had laughed for days over it, but now you think it might have been a bit of a blessing.
Seeing that same shade of pink reminded you that Kihyun hadn’t been home when the zombies attacked. He’d been at the airport, some place which you could only assume, and hope, was safe.
But that assumption had given you the push you needed to get up, rather than let yourself succumb to the grief that was threatening to overwhelm your entire being.
There was a high chance that Kihyun was alive, and you needed to find him. He was all you had left to live for.
So you’d gotten up and began walking around, an idea forming in your mind as you scanned the building surrounding you. You’d been looking for some sort of general store, some place were you could stock up on supplies. It hadn’t taken you long to find one, but the place had been ransacked, which meant there hadn’t been much left for you to take.
You’d found a piece of torn cloth on the floor, and bundled up what pieces of food you could find. You hadn’t known how long it would take you to make your way to the airport, so you’d made sure to take everything. Once done, you’d tied up the piece of cloth, and looked around for some sort of stick to hand the cloth off of.
Outside the smashed store font, you’d found a crowbar on the ground. More than likely it had been used to smash in the windows, but you were thankful that whoever had used it, had left it behind. Not only had you been able to attach the cloth packed with food to hang off it, but it made for a good weapon too.
You’d placed the crow bar over your shoulder, like how you’d seen homeless people carry their belongings before, and set off in the direction that you believed the airport to be. You didn’t bother trying to get back on the train, you’d known it would’ve been over crowded, and chances were it had already left and wasn’t returning.
So you walked. And walked. And walked.
For 5 days you did nothing but walk, resting only for short moments when you felt your legs were about to give out beneath you. You’d walked until arriving where you were now, in this abandoned village.
Your food supply had finally ran out this morning, meaning you were weak on top of being tired from lack of sleep. These facts all contributed towards convincing yourself to take a rest here.
You didn’t think you’d be able to fall asleep, not with your heart racing as fast as it was, and your stomach growing from emptiness.
But you did. Or at least you must have, because one minute there was complete silence, and the next there was a shuffling sound coming from nearby.
Your eyes shot open.
The sound, it was one that you’d heard before, and it was coming from inside the house. But you had checked the house when you got inside, which means it had to have gotten in from the outside. It had to have opened the door, which would’ve made noise. Which means you fell asleep, and didn’t hear it. You didn’t hear the telltale shuffling sound of the zombies, as they made their way into the house. The creatures were fast, when they had a target in front of them. But when they were roaming around, with nothing in their view, they were known to move at an extremely slow place.
All these thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to asses the situation.
‘You idiot, you absolute idiot,’ you thought to yourself as your tried to move up off the ground and into a crouching position. 'You’ve been so careful all this time, minding your back, and you take one stupid break and it’s gonna be the end of your dumb ass because of it.’
You fought back the tears that were threatening to overflow. Tears from all the anger and exhaustion you felt.
You had let your guard down for a few hours, even though you’d been nothing but overly careful for the last 5 says, and it was going to cost you your life.
'Stupid, stupid, stupid.’
The shuffling sound was getting louder.
Your eyes darted around the empty room your were in, assessing your escape options. It sounded as though the noise was coming from the room to the right of you. The back door was to your left, not too far, but it would put you in the line of site to the room where the zombie supposedly was.
Your hand tightened on the crowbar you were holding. You needed to go now, there was no time for deliberating. Once they got their eyes on you, they’d jump. You had to get out the door before they had time to cross the room.
1, 2, 3.
Go.
Using what energy you had left in your legs, you sprinted across the short distance to the door. Your shaking hands grasped the lock, trying to twist it open.
Behind you, the shuffling noise had stopped. You didn’t dare turn around. You knew by now that they would’ve seen or heard you, which meant you’d be dead in a matter of moments if the door didn’t open. You gripped the lock with all your might and tried your hardest to get the door to open.
But it wouldn’t budge.
Something must have been stuck behind the door, or the hinges must have been rusted, because it wasn’t opening as easily as it should have. Not having much time to think, you braced yourself and threw your shoulder into the hardwood.
You could hear snarling sounds from behind you, signalling the the creatures had indeed noticed you, and were on the prowl. You didn’t allow it to deter you, continuing your assault on the door. There was no time to turn around, no time to run. Only one way out and this was it.
When the door finally moved an inch, you could’ve cried. But there was no time. You forced your fingers into the small opening, wishing you could shrink down small enough to fit through. With all your strength, you attempted to pry the door apart, drawing blood from your fingers as you dug them into the wood.
But you weren’t quick enough.
A burning pain spread from your shoulder as you felt one of the monsters come up behind you and bite down into it. You couldn’t help the scream that followed as the pain registered in your brain. A sensation unlike anything you’d ever felt before spread from your shoulder as you cried out. It was so intense that your legs gave out and you collapsed forward, the zombie coming down with you.
The door fell open with the force of yours and the creatures weight hitting it. It was ironic that your path was now free but you couldn’t go. You might have laughed had you been able. You hit the ground full force on the side of your injured shoulder and you thought you’d pass out from the pain.
‘Maybe it’d be easier this way’, you thought as you rolled onto your back, and dark spots danced across your vision.
The force of the fall seemed to have dislodged the zombie from your shoulder, because you could now see it out of the corner of your eye as it lay facing you, blood covering its mouth. Up close you could see the true horrors of its face. Where once there would have been a face of skin, was now covered in a green mold, which had eaten away at the soft tissue. Instead of a nose, there were two empty holes in the middle of its face. Its lips had been peeled back, and eyelids disintegrated, so it seemed to be staring right at you, with a big grin on its face. You’d never forget the sight, nor the smell from its breathe as it heaved in your face.
You barely rolled over in time to empty your stomach’s contents onto the floor.
The bile you spat up mixed into the red blood pooling on the floor. The zombies teeth in your shoulder had acted as an unwelcome stopper in the wound, but now that it was unplugged you could feel the warm blood gushing from your shoulder.
Distracted, you hadn’t heard the other zombie that had been in the room as it crawled over to you. But you felt it as it sunk its teeth deep into your ankle. You didn’t have the energy to let out another scream, but a whimper escaped your mouth as you felt the zombie dragging your body back into the room you’d tried to escape from. You were being pulled along like an animal would its food, and there was no fight left in you to try struggle free. With the wound in your shoulder bleeding out and the lack of sensation in your foot from the zombie’s bite, you knew you wouldn’t make it if you tried to run.
Black dots danced across your vision and you knew this was it. All the running and fighting you had done, and now your were nothing more than a piece of meat for the zombies to feed on. You were never gonna make it back home, never going to find Kihyun. All the unspoken things you wish you’d said, ran through your mind as the world around you faded away.