The gray spaces between us | Jihyo & Siwon
The objective was clear as always: venture beyond the Quarantine Zones in search of the Infected and bring back samples to study. His father was mostly interested in their brain tissue and how it developed with each proces of the infected stages. So far samples from both Runners and Stalkers had been most surprising to observe, but hadn't lead to a sign of creating a cure or any type of vaccin, yet. Therefor the search continued and more samples were required, especially fresh ones from specimens missing from their labs.
Which was exactly why Siwon found himself in this particular unpleasant predicament, even if he had volunteered. It was beyong him why he had refused to bring a squad. Then again, this wasn't his first expedition. Heck, it wasn't even his first expedition all alone in the free district. He could do this, he just had to focus.
He had been running so hard his throat started to ache as he slowed near a thick tree. His legs couldn't carry him much further, lungs burning in desperate need of oxygen that made his head spin. One moment was enough, he needed just a quick moment to catch his breath. A familiar haunting, repetitive noise promised him there could be no such thing. If he wanted to make it back alive, he had to get moving again even if the muscles in his legs were cramping up. Tilting his head back, Siwon opted not to travel horizantal but vertical instead. With mud covered boots he engaged a slippery climb up a tree to hide from the creature's sight. The Infected was gaining ground as it used its clicking sound as echolocation to seperate him from the fauna he was hiding in. If he only got a moment to prepare his rifle then he could very well end this, before the Clicker ended him.