Jackson.

20 year old human hunter living in the Free zone Single & Bisexual

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home boy [ jackson & sanghyuk ]

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The girl’s hands loosen around Sanghyuk, but doesn’t pull away just yet. Jackson sits behind them, propped up on the counter, and he can feel the elder’s gaze on him, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling. It’s entertaining, a game in this dark little world for him to put on this act. He’s always so impatient, reckless and careless and full to the brim with overwhelming glee for this sport, but the wait, he thinks, is worth it. The trust seeping from beautiful, innocent eyes, turning to fear to the glassy sheen of death. And many times it’s a struggle, but Sanghyuk can be good, waiting his turn to show just how perfect he is at this game.

Jackson smiles, bright and full of teeth, canines glinting in the light. The mask doesn’t suit him, and Sanghyuk can see it slipping, barely sitting atop of simmering anticipation. This is not his game as much as it is Sanghyuk’s, and it’s his turn now, to show how good he can be. He wants to impress.

Turning his head, he sinks his teeth into the girl’s neck, not hard enough to tear away her flesh, but he can taste beautiful copper on his tongue as he pulls away. The girl shrieks, and in the moment that she is too stunned to raise her knife, Sanghyuk pushes her away, raises his leg and kicks her back, the bottom of his boot landing flat on her stomach. She lands on a chair, the rotten wood snapping and breaking underneath her, crying out as the broken pieces dig into her back. He steps over her, one foot pressing down on her wrist to stop her from raising her knife, the other pressing down on collar, pinning her to the ground.

The smile on Sanghyuk’s face remains unchanged: soft, filled with saturated innocence as he looks down at the girl. “I really have: you’re so pretty noona.” He presses his boot down, and despite the scream that she lets out, he can hear the bones in her wrist snapping.

He’s having a hard time not wringing his hands around the edge of the table. He enjoys playing, on his own terms, but the anticipation for hyuk to do something, anything, has his knuckles turning white against the wood. He searches for a more comfortable position because he’s sure at any minute the assertive side of him is going to surge to his feet and get involved, so he reclines back until the light filtering in a band through the large glass window hits his face, and by the time he tilts his head back to accommodate the sun her scream is echoing loud enough to vibrate the glass behind his head. 

His smile drops, relived that he no longer has to adopt a facial expression that is unsuitable for this lifestyle. Sanghyuk is throwing her around unforgivably, and Jackson merely crosses his leg further over his left, moving out the way like he’s only mildly inconvenienced by the girls body crashing in his direction. A hand in cropped hair, dragging over his scalp as he gets to his feet, circles around the pair of them like the ring leader of some sort of sick show. “I think she’s prettiest like this.” He pauses, waits for her screams to die down before he continues. “Why don’t you show her just how pretty she is, Sanghyuk.” He breathes the words in his direction, encouraging, and the sickness is there in his eyes, mixed among the possessive pride he feels towards the younger male. 

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t had blood on his hands for an entire month, but today was special, and there was always that inner battle with him to get involved, against the tremendous joy it brought him to have a monster so tangible living and breathing in his very space with few consequences. 

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Jackson dancing to Catallena 

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Costly Refusal - Hyunwoo & Jackson

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The feel of a body crashing into his is enough for Hyunwoo to jump back, yelping so loudly that the noise echoes down the hallway.

Dammit.

Biting down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, he glares in the general direction of where he thinks the body…the person… is standing.  Because there’s no way that that was walker considering that a walker would probably be scrambling to try and rip his throat out right about now.  But it’s not that much more comforting knowing that he’s stuck with a living, breathing human.  

Walkers were predictable.  Moan, groan, shuffle, attack.  Humans not so much.

Lip curling at the other man’s outburst, Hyunwoo just rolled his eyes.  At least it sounded like there was just one person that he needed to deal with.

“I could say the same thing,” he replied, annoyance clear in his voice as he repositioned himself against the wall.  “Next time you might not want to go barreling into people holding long, pointy knives, yeah?”  

Squinting at the guy’s outline, he was just about to ask if he was alone, when for a second he thinks that the other guy turns to look at him as the sound of shuffling gets louder.  But before he can get anything out, the guy is booking it.

“Yah!! What the hell, man?”  Of course he’d get stuck with the type of asshole that would try running instead of trying to help figure out a way out of the mess. (Not that he wasn’t the type of asshole to do the same thing but at least he’d warn a guy that walkers were on his tail.)

Not that it mattered much since he immediately heard the other man’s groan of frustration as he ran into the desk - a fist slamming against the table.

“Could’ve warned you that was there,” he commented a little airily, more to annoy the guy than anything else, as he came to stand next to him.  “C’mon, help me push this outta the way just enough that we can squeeze through.  If we angle it right, it might stop the freaks for awhile.”

This time around it was easier moving the desk but the steady scratch against the linoleum floor was just attracting more and more attention.  Wrinkling his nose as the smell of rotting corpses he turned to the other man, his voice urgent as he spoke.

“You armed at all?”

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Jacksons knuckles turn white as he tries to shift the table, but he can barely get his short arms on either side of it to drag it out of the way. He turns, seething, ready to channel his annoyance anywhere, and his prime target  was the other male who lingered at his side just waiting for him to snap. His ignorance flared momentarily, he wasn’t going to help him with anything, nor was he going to accept his help, his pride was far too large to overcome the idea of every man for themselves. 

But the walkers are bulldozing through the mess by the front door, and he knows he has no choice. He grunts at him in indifference, turns his back to the infected with ease and grasps the edge of the table again. He drags, and its easier this time, and somewhere in the darkness he assumes that the other male is helping. 

He can feel them approaching, as if his body is in tune to their movements, and theres a certain part of him thats drawn, the closer the get the more he wants to step towards them, and its that compelled feeling he keeps suppressed that drives him to move forward a little faster than most. He pauses at his question though, takes it in no other way, instantly becoming instantly defensive. “Whats it to you?” He hisses, feeling the weight of his small pocket knife against his thigh, and knows that it in no way compares to the large weapon the other male is yielding. He isn’t going to give up his condition, barely armed and a little underweight, to anyone. 

He waits until the walkers are really close before he moves, lunging for the other male before he has the opportunity to slip through the door, curling his fist around the back of his shirt he drags him backwards, pushes him into the desk and behind him to his fate, so that he can get a head start.

 Theres no way in hell he’s letting this guy get out of here first, and leaving him with the mess. If he wanted to brag about his big fancy knife so much - then let him use it. 

He lets out a manic, high pitched laugh as if he gets a kick out of this, slipping through the door and slamming it shut on its hinges, leaving the other male to fend for himself. 

[jaksunshine]

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malicious desires; gain&jackson

gain liked to think of the free zone as her second home, seeing as how she spent most of her time there versus kangwon. there was something about the free zone that made her happy— maybe it’s the fact that she found an abandon health clinic not too far from the camp. which would allow her to smuggle supplies from the camp to the clinic, where she could experiment with different chemicals and even the occasional human being who thought they could loot her little stash. it was perfect and out of the way, never drawing suspicions to itself.

just the way she liked it.

she’s taking the normal route to the clinic adjusting the pistol that’s strapped to her thigh when she stumbles upon a body. her eyes comb over the male’s figure for a moment before she squats down to get a closer look— he wasn’t infected. that was a good sign. a low groan in the distance causes her to look up, gaze meeting the unseeing eyes of a walkers. soundlessly she stands up reaching for the blade behind her back. looking down at boy she decides that he’s fine just where he is before taking care of the walker cutting off his hands before taking a swing at it’s head slicing it from it’s body.

she moves back to the boy sheathing her sword before kneeling to grab his ankles. he was far too big for her to carry on her own so she resorts on dragging his body to the clinic, it isn’t far but he’s a little heavier than she had expected so she spends most of the time stopping to catch her breath. at least he was healthy, the healthy ones lasted longer.

his body is strapped against a spare gurney that she technically stole from camp and she pushes her arms through the sleeves of the pharmaceutical lab coat. gain’s blames her father for her sadistic urges to to experiment and torture human beings. from a young age he forced her to watch him as he experimented on her twin brother and mother— she was never allowed to help them. little gain promised herself she would never be like the monster that helped conceive her. but there was little she could do about the urges that filled her mind which made her want to hurt others. she walks over to the boy who she had taken the liberty of stripping down to his boxers before making sure he was secured to the gurney and she smacks her hand against his cheeks. 

“hey kid, wake up.” her slaps get a little harder which is a total contrast to her soft voice.

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Jackson stumbles, the hole in the sole of his shoe collects water, but thats not the main reason as to why his feet drag, scuffing repeatedly against the concrete as he walks. He’s far from weak, but he hasn’t eaten in days, and with it comes a light headedness that he’s familiar with. His poor diet has lead to the skin around his joints to become dry, and the nose bleed he’d experienced two days prior was strong enough to attract a nearby walker outside of his debilitated apartment. The hunger pangs kept him alert up to a certain point, but his knees buckled and he sunk himself down beside one of the large remaining industrial bins outside an old warehouse. 

Something hard strikes his cheeks, and it takes a couple repeat hits until he comes around. The first thing he sees is a beautiful woman, looming over him with her small palm raised to hit him again. “Hey-” He interjects, calm, oblivious to the situation, Jacksons immediate train of thought is always in one direction, and it’s gotten him into some less than ideal situations more than he can remember. “It’s not everyday I wake up to a beaut-” He pauses, moves to sit himself up but nothing happens. Tucking his chin against his chest the first thing he notices is the lack of clothing, and he’s never been one for prolonging the act, but he certainly doesn’t appreciate the straps digging into his joints. 

Each breath he takes comes out a little more harshly through his nose, he can’t bluff his way out of this one, not when he’s immobile. “What the fuck-” He hisses, baring his teeth at her in mild annoyance as he thrashes, restraints rubbing raw against the skin of his wrists. “Whatever you’re after.” He pauses, giving her a tight lipped stare. “You could’ve just asked.” 

He’s never been in a situation like this before, it’s usually the other way around, victims suspended, helpless. The very fear that he thrived off seeing in their eyes was probably very gradually building in his, as he twisted his head around to try and grasp where on earth he was. Everything was crisp, white, and in  a world that was so run down and dirty, it could only ring alarm bells in his head. 

Jackson hated hospitals. He also gathered that somehow this wasn’t your conventional check up. 

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A change for the worse - Jackson & Jaebum

[cdcxyoongi]

“So, are you okay with being covered in guts? I mean, it’s the only way to get out of here without a fight if we do this the right way.”, Jaebum says as he scratches the back of his neck. He doesn’t know whether the other was fine with it because even though he ate a dog, he didn’t want him throwing up with the smell of the rotten carcass that he would be smothering over his body to cover up his smell from the walkers.

Jaebum starts lathering himself with the blood and the guts from the walker. He slowly spreads them over his chest and once he was happy with the amount, he spreads some on his arms and legs. After that, he started with his neck and then up to his face. He wanted to cover as much of his body as possible to not get into any trouble with the walkers. It was the only way that he could think off since this had been the routine for him ever since he watched someone did it before.

He watches Jackson for a while. He felt bad for him. He’s probably not used to this kind of things, but there he was, forcing the younger to do it just to keep him alive and breathing. “Come here.”, he says as he pats the space in front of him. “Turn around. I’ll put some on your back.”, he says as softly as possible. He dips his hands on the opened body of the walker and grabbed a handful of its innards and smothered it along Jackson’s back. He frowns slightly as he watches the flat of the younger’s back turned displeasing to the eye. A sigh was heard from him as he finishes up and places his hands on Jackson’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry. I wish there was another way.”

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Jackson raises his sleeve to cover his mouth when he watches the older male coat himself in the remains of the walker. The smell infiltrates his nose, but it doesn’t have as strong of a response as he was expecting, not as repulsed as he should be by resorting to these options. And hes never been this close to a walker either, he crouches down beside it with fascination, reaches out with a tentative finger and wide, engaged eyes, hesitating in case it came back again as he placed his index finger against the skin on its cheek where it had started to rot away and expose the teeth inside. 

He flinches when Jaebum speaks, pulling him out of his fascinated stupor, and he scuttles over to his side, eyes still glued to the body. The contents of its stomach was  warm against his back, and its not until Jaebums hands rest against his shoulders that he flinches, recoiling away from the body, waiting for him to throw him towards it but it never comes. Instead he stands up, retrieves the bat that he gave him and blinks into the sunlight that filters in through the gap in the door that the elder swung open. 

“Its okay. They won’t attack us this way?” His mind reels, and he’s never been particularily intelligent. Maybe if he smells like them they’ll accept him, he’ll be able to get close enough to them to- “What if...-” He pipes up, fidgeting for a moment before sliding his hand into the older males, small fingers curling around his thumb, when he pauses. “What if my mother is out there?” His voice is soft, almost hopeful, although he doesn’t need an explanation as to why it wouldn’t be a good thing. He knows, but it doesn’t stop him from growing curious. He just wants the nightmares to stop, and seeing her probably won’t help that at all. 

[twdxseyong]

Convince me, please? | SeyongXJackson

[twdxseyong]

Seyong studied the other male for a a few seconds. He was trying to get in tune with how the male worked. He seemed to be a little reckless - in Seyong’s opinion - but then again, he could say the same thing about a lot of people nowadays. His remark didn’t seem to be that sincere and to be honest, the young man was a little annoyed at the fact that he was staring at a gaping hole in his tent. A part of him cursed himself as he was out here in the first place, but what kind of person just does something like that? He assumed the person he was staring down was just the character he was talking about.

‘’I’m sorry, dramatic?’’ He asked, eyes blown wide in disbelief. Was this dude for real? ‘’Do you really think that there is a time and a place to be dramatic? Considering the state the world’s in right now?’’ questioned Seyong, knowing full well that the other would probably blow off an answer just like last time. It would of been nice to know his name or something, but they were strangers, it was to be expected. It’s bizarre the feeling that comes over Seyong’s body. Almost a familiar feeling, Maybe it was the fact that he had been around people like this man before? He didn’t really know if the feeling was a good thing or not. 

Eyeing the stranger cautiously, the reality of the situation became clear. He came to steal something? As he was thinking he saw the other male open his bag slightly, peaking inside. It was a good job that he didn’t really have anything useful inside. Sure he had some food but he could share, right? Only if the other wanted to though, he assumed that wouldn’t be the case. Seyong wasn’t the type of person to start drama or a commotion just for the sake of it. He had learned that from previous years when he was still a bandit, it never turned out good. 

He knew that keeping his gun close by would be a good idea. Unsure whether or not the other would go for it if he just simply left in on the ground, so he kept hold of it. Just in case. ‘’There’s really nothing in there. There’s something I was gonna have as a snack but maybe you need it more than me. People need help these days.’’ Seyong remarked, a smile on his face that would surely go unnoticed. ‘’You live alone? I’m trying to piece you together,’’ From experience most people who live of stealing off others tend to live alone. He wondered if this was the same case.

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After coming back relatively empty handed, finding nothing substantial, nothing of interest - he turns his attention back to the other male. Dark eyes scour the length of him brazenly, still searching for something he could benefit from. His brash words seemed to have provoked some kind of reaction from him, and although it’s not what he quite craves, it’s still something. He’s just as surprised with the lack of hostility as the other male probably is at him being in his tent in the first place. 

 “Oh please.” He scoffs, but his hand gesture is downplayed, because something has distracted him. “The state of the world itself is dramatic-” something clicks. The widening of the other males eyes is familiar, and although he’s desensitized to shock, sees it in the faces of people on a daily basis, it triggers a memory. When his mother had died, he’d spent months bouncing between company before he’d fallen into following the other bandits. They’d never really acknowledged him, not even the ones closest to his age, but sleeping in the buildings that they did provided him with a sense of security for long enough until he could get back onto his feet. There had been a time when two of the older bandits were fighting, and he doesn’t remember ever seeing that much blood up to that point, seemingly neither had the other boy that was there at the time. 

Displeased, he surges forward, and although the boy has had his gun clutched in his fist for the entire time, hes never directly cocked it at him, the worst he can do is shoot him in the thigh, and Jackson is determined not to leave empty handed. He lands with his hand on his wrist, and although hes far from grappling the weapon from him and running off with it, he’s at least twisted him into a position that won’t leave him with a bullet hole between the eyes. “No i don’t live alone.” He functions alone, he doesn’t work as a unit, doesn’t live in any one building for too long let alone stay in one of the safer parts of the city, but hes never alone, theres always another bandit around, or the infected lurking close enough for him to sleep with one eye open. And it gives him an odd thrill that he can’t quite put into words. 

He relapses into an unusual silence for him, looming over him, his stare unnerving to most, keeping his palm pressing against the barrel of the gun to keep his hand and the weapon pinned down against the plastic flooring of the tent. As much as he wants the weapon, theres something else he wants to determine first. His lips stretch into a smile that tilts up more on one side of his teeth. “I’m disappointed, Seyong. I expected more from you than this.” He smirks at the sudden use of the boys name. Now that he realises, he doesn’t look too dissimilar from what he did a few years ago. Jackson can’t say the same for himself, he’s filled out, his hair is practically gone, hes littered with scars he acquired from the four years he spent away from the rest of the bandits. But some still remain, he’s never been good at confrontation, and the tiny scar in the dimple on his chin reminds him of that, the first time anyone shoved his face into the dirt and taught him a lesson. 

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home boy [ jackson & sanghyuk ]

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Sanghyuk follows after him, shutting the door to their tiny flat behind him. The door creaks slightly, but the sound seems to be swallowed up amongst the dusty air of the building, disappearing between the cracks in the walls and the moldy wooden floors. They should be more worried he thinks, about the actual durability of their home, because it is less than ideal to have the floor cave in whilst they’re sleeping.

But that hardly matters, not when his mind is too preoccupied with the thought of sinking his teeth in warm, pulsing flesh, ears ringing with the memory of the last time he had: breathless, stuttered gasps as he traced his mouth down the side of the man’s neck, tongue sliding over his jugular, before he carved it out with his teeth clamped down on either side. In his shock, the man hadn’t scream, and by the time that Sanghyuk had finished tearing away the flesh, blood gushing down the man’s chest, he couldn’t, even if he’d tried. It’s the kind of thrill he lives for, the kind that makes his chest swell with something sweet, the kind of anticipation that has his gasping, writhing, wanting more. It’s a little filthy, how much he likes it, but Sanghyuk doesn’t care at all.

The metal bat rings in his ears, some sickening kind of pace maker that makes his chest feel hollow, and his heart is beating against his ribs with quickening desperation.

It’s a cold day, with murky clouds and whispering breezes that raise goosebumps on his skin, but the sun shines brightly, white light falling in patches atop the dark, broken streets of Seoul. The echoes of Jackson’s bat, tapping against the passing surfaces brings out an agitation that is almost addictive in the way it rushes through his blood. Sanghyuk is disturbed, but there is comfort, familiarity in what only makes his sickened mind even more akin to the wrecked and broken roads that the two of walk upon. 

Jackson’s fingers are like electricity at the small of his back, and Sanghyuk does not think he will ever be used to the press of skin on skin, not even like this. He flinches away from his touch, sucking in a breath, before putting on the mask.

And he’s gorgeous like this, brightness in his eyes, some play at the hope he sees in the eyes of the ones he sacrifices. She’s waiting in the ruins of a cafe, sitting on a counter with one hand on her knife and the other tapping a rhythm out of her knee. Her smile is full of more innocence that Sanghyuk could ever hope to copy, but he’s convincing enough, because she bounds over to him, arms outstretched and he only barely suppress his shiver when he feels her hands around his waist, barely hides his disgust at copying the action. 

“Who’s that?”  She asks when she sees Jackson over his shoulder, voice trembling, but trusting, and he doesn’t hold back his laugh.

[twd-jackson-blog]

Jacksons technique has strayed so far from that of Hyuks, maybe some people would label it as maturity. The younger boy liked to play with his food before he ate it, and the novalty had wore off enough for Jacksons impatience to wash over him in a wave too violent to ever be as captivating as his younger companion. He sees the beauty in it, the transition from something aloof and intangible, to this, and it brings him an alarming sense of pride. 

It didn’t compare though, to the way he’d snap, hungry, unforgiving, nothing was more beautiful to him than that. Jackson got a kick out of monsters, the infected had fascinated him since he was young, but they were untouchable, and the monsters lived within all of them, this boy with all the youth of the world in his eyes and all the darkness trapped within his heart - was the next best thing. 

He walks after him into the cafe, leisurely leaving his bat propped up against the wall. Swapping one weapon for another one unseen, the toothy smile he gives her is perhaps the best weapon. “Sorry.” He wraps his palm around the back of his neck sheepishly, stroking it as the colour starts to seep into his cheeks. “I had to see it for myself.” His eyes flicker to Sanghyuk, gives him this proud, fatherly smile, that spreads to his eyes and covers the impending malice that has been building up all month. But he remembers his word, this one is Hyuks, and although the thrill isn’t the same, it’s starting to be. 

“My names Jackson.” He tells her, perching himself on the edge of one of the tables, his leg swings but the toe of his shoe fails to scrape against the floor. “This ones been talking about you all week.” He provokes, as if the worst thing he could do was embarrass the younger boy in front of his credulous female friend. 

[twd-jackson-blog]

"Did I fall asleep?"

“Not quite.” He raises his hand to the back of his neck, fingertips brushing over the bead of sweat there. It’s a signature gesture that comes about when he’s guilty of something. 

“I knocked you out.” Probably not the best impulse decision he’d ever made, not when he sees slender fingers feeling for the bump he’d left on the back of his head where his bat had collided. “Technically you’ve been... sleeping ever since.” He probably hit him hard enough to knock him into next tuesday, but he had no other choice. 

“I thought you were going to... you know, bite me.” He scrunches his lip over his top teeth to gesture with his teeth what he meant, in case he’d knocked his hearing beyond repair too. 

[twd-jackson-blog]

"A little evil goes a long, long way."

Theres different stages of fear, and this one has to be Jacksons favourite. The denial, the babbling, the desperate attempt at reasoning with him before the light begins to leave their eyes. 

“What does this prove? Killing me doesn’t prove anything.” The boy hisses, and he’s cute, in an unconventional, wide eyed kind of way. But Jackson likes him better like this when his hands are cable tied together and his nose is bleeding from where he hit him too hard. 

“You’re just one person. They’ll catch you... t-they’ll find a cure... it’s not like you can sacrifice the entire city.” Jackson knows the truth in his words, but it doesn’t stop the shit eating grin from spreading over his lips. 

“A little evil goes a long, long way.” He’ll kill him, strip him of his personality. And although Jackson could never begin to fathom wiping out the entire city - just this one boy will do. The evil will spread, he’ll kill at least double the people that he could, create more and more infected, and he takes great pride in starting such a chain reaction. 

[twd-jackson-blog]

"I will not die."

[PAST]

He sees it coming, theres no time for his life to flash before his eyes, as short as it is, its fragments, he fails to recognise what is real and what was a dream, but theres nothing significant that he holds onto from his fifteen years of life to remember them. He hasn’t perfected his fight or flight instincts yet, his only reaction to the teeth that clench in his direction, the rotting hands that reach out to grab his boney prepubescent body, is to squeeze his eyes shut tightly and wait for it to happen. 

But he feels no pain. Theres a gargling noise, and something wet strikes his cheek hard enough for his eyes to open. Jaebum is so much older, so much taller, that Jackson fails to see what is going on around broad shoulders. He shuffles backwards, twisting the bat he gave him weeks ago awkwardly in his hand, wincing every time he took out one of the infected. It’s always been this way, if he closes his eyes and thinks about Jaebum he’s always there, he always saves him. 

“Hyung?” He questions somewhat reproachfully, the stance the older boy adopts is still very much in fight mode, hunched over one of the bodies on the ground. He waits for him to soften, to step back before he launches himself at him, securing his legs around his waist, high pitched laugh vibrating against his ear, fist bumping the air with too much energy for the circumstances. “That was cool but you have to stop doing that.” He tries to mimic the tone of the other males voice but his still cracks and shakes in places. “One day you won’t be able to save me and I need to learn how to-” His laughter is cut short when he notices the way the older boy staggers beneath his weight, when he usually carries him so easily. He spoke too soon. 

“Jaebum?” He slides down his back. Pinches above his elbow to get him to stop walking, turns his wrist around until the blood on the underside stops rolling down to fill the gaps between his fingers. “You’re... they-” His eyes are wet when they look up at him, sharply when he recoils his arm away to hide the bite mark from him. “No no no- I need you”

“I will not die.” Jaebum assures him, in a tone that Jackson is starting to out grow, doesn’t want to hear when he knows far too well what the truth is. 

He wakes up in the middle of the night to Jaebum rolling over, the rustling of the shared sheet of plastic beneath his head stirs him, enough for him to squint through the darkness to watch him try to use his shirt to soak up the blood thats seeping through his bandage. 

Jackson has slept with his knife for as long as he remembers, keeps it folded up in his pocket for safe keeping. He squeezes it in his fist as he sits up. “Its okay.” He whispers, pushing the older boys hair away from his face. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, his fingers are dirty and shaking, he only has a few months of comfort from Jaebum to go by, and he doesn’t know if he’s doing it right. 

“Jackson I’m sorry.” He closes the distance between them, words stick with you forever, and Jackson doesn’t want to remember this, to hear this, not ever. He sinks himself into a hug, wrapping one arm around him, salt stinging the cut on his cheek where he’d tripped over just a couple of days before. “I’m sorry too hyung.” He cries. 

By the time he pulls away Jaebums shirt has darkened, the blood around the knife sticking out of his chest, sticking to Jacksons fingers. 

Jaebum is dead. Jackson spends the next hour feeling the warmth exit his body, feeling his fingers stiffen between his until he can no longer hold them. The hour after that he spends shaking, knife hesitating where he has it poised, the tip of it pressing against his friends forehead with both hands - but he can’t do it. 

“I will not die.” 

“You were right hyung.” He laughs, high pitched and bitter as he brushes his fingers over high cheek bones to close his eyes. “You won’t die.” 

He runs. 

[lxckwolf-archive]

Masterlist of Memes

Symbols

☹ My muse is visiting your muse on their death bed

♫ A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffle

☻ A drabble of our muses on their wedding day

☺ my muse trying to piss yours off

ت our muses running into each other after not seeing each other for several years

ヅ for a situation that got both our muses arrested

シ my muse walks in on your naked

Ü your muse walks in on my muse naked

ϡ a goodbye letter from my muse to yours

♥ you muse suprises my muse with a kiss

۵ my muse kisses yours to shut them up

ღ a forehead kiss from my muse

웃 my muse torturing yours for information

유 my muse trying to seduce information from your muse

♈ a holiday drabble featuring our muses

♉ our muses are together when they get ambushed

≑ my muse wakes up in your muse’s body

?  my muse will ask your muse a question they always wanted to ask

+ my muse has died and your muse is included in their will

◈ my muse’s reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised 

♊ my muse will do something stupid to impress your muse

✃ your muse visiting mine in the psych ward

♋ my muse visiting yours in the psych ward

❅ my muse rescues yours

✪ my muse seeing the ghost of your muse

● my muse’s turn offs

○ my muse’s turn ons

△ our muse’s get in a playful wrestling match

⍢ my muse gives yours a hickey

✧ our muses having dinner together

☎ my muse drunk dials your muse

✈ our muses on a flight together

☼ my muse giving yours a massage

♡ my muse flirts with your mue

☣ your muse visiting my muse in prison

♌ your muse visiting mine in prison

X my muse doesn’t remember anything from the night before. They have blood on their hands, and your muse is beaten at their feet.

☁ our muses are trapped in a fire together

〰 our muses are at the beach together

❢ my muse has lost their memory, and at the sight of your muse starts to remember things

✑ my muses daily routine

❂ a new years eve memory from my muse

✬ our muses share a new years eve kiss

✆ your muses name, ringtone, and icon in the muse’s phone

◙ a christmas gift from my muse

♍ a sexual story from my muse

₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together

❊  a regret my muse has about your muse

♎ your muse tracing one of my muse’s scars

♏ my muse tracing a scar of your muse’s

♐ my muse hearing your muse scream

♑ our muses go out for coffee together

♒ my muse visit’s your muse’s grave

♓ my muse injures your muse

✄ your muse injures my muse

☩ a dream my muse has about your muse

☨ my muse searching for your muse

☦ my muse trying to cheer up your muse

✞ my muse taking care of a your muse while their sick

✛ my muse trying to calm your muse down

✜ my muse trying to get your muse to recover from amnesia

✝ a confession from my muse to yours

✙ our muses shopping together

✠ our muses watching the stars together

« a past memory with our muses

» a daydream my muse has about yours

✐ a mistletoe kiss

✎ our muses going to a costume ball together

✏ our muses are evil and out reaking havoc together

♔ a kiss on the cheek

♕ a kiss on the palms

♖ a kiss on the back of the hand

♗ a kiss on the nose

♘ a kiss on the eyelids

♙ a kiss on a bruise

Sentence Memes

"You belong to me"

"I found you"

"I’m in jail"

"You make me so hot"

"I have to leave"

"Please don’t leave"

"And what about our parents?"

"Who did this to you?"

"You shouldn’t have done that"

"What happened last night"

"We never tell anyone about this"

"So, you want to play games?"

"Does that require pants?"

"Lets just have a lazy day"

"Then go kill the bitch"

"I’m pregnant"

"You broke me"

"Don’t touch me"

"You can’t fix this"

"There’s nowhere we can hide"

"I’m not listening"

"Who do you think you are?"

"I don’t need you here."

"Did I fall asleep?"

"A little evil goes a long, long way."

"I will not die."

"I don’t care."

"I have no regrets."

"I feel numb."

"All monsters are human."

"You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine."

"You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine."”

"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"

"Let’s get you to bed."

"I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"

"Are you crazy?”

"Do you trust me?"

"How did you escape?"

"Is that blood behind your ear?"

"Take. This. Off. "

"What’s in it for me?"

"What’s in it for you?"

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Tracker {28/02/15}

W r i t i n g;

Home boy - Hyuk

Convince me, please? - hero

W a i t i n g;

A change for the worse - Jaebum

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costly refusal - hyunwoo

Starter - Ravi

Bumper cars - Hero  

P l o t t i n g;

Open plots here

Need to even it out and plot with some girls too c:

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Bumper cars - Jackson & Hero

Theres parts of Seoul that are difficult to navigate, and this is why Jackson favours the forests more often than not. The closer you get to the city, the more condensed the buildings are, and although that was good for the population as it was, the small number of residence in the city was hardly enough to fill all the empty buildings and that left enough places for people to hide. 

He’s out of breath by the time he gets to the top of the stairs, curses the fact that the mountains here seem to be everywhere, and that people decided it would be a good idea to build houses that were uphill. But it’s worth it. He’s seen her head this way before, and although her dress is an off white, tainted by a world that no longer priorities appearance, Jackson experiences attraction in the strangest of places. A fleeting look of wide eyes before he sinks his knife into their throat, the squeeze of a tiny hand in his as he leads them deep into the forest.

 The waiting is the easy part, crouched in the darkness, poised, pushing down the impending agitation that gathers more towards the end of the month. He must’ve been crouched there for a good couple of hours, his calves burn by the time he straightens himself back up, fingers flexing around the weathered handle of his bat. The girl leaves the building she’d been hiding in, looks left, right, promptly missing Jackson standing there and pulls her hood up over her head as she walks away. 

He follows her, like some creature in the shadows, pausing every time she does, ducking until his shoulders press unforgiving against the surface of the wall, but as uncomfortable as he is now, it’s worth it. Poised, waiting for the opportunity, waiting for her to head into a part of the city where her screams will go ignored, he moves to step out of the shadows, but something else is moving in his peripheral vision, and he realises maybe he isn’t the only one with the same desires. 

[markjin]

boys pls

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A change for the worse - Jackson & Jaebum

[cdcxyoongi]

Seeing that the younger relaxed in his arms, he loosens his arms around him, listening to what he had to say. What he said was true. People do harm people as well, but they’re concious of what they’re doing, unlike the walkers. “Jackson, when people harm other people, that’s because they’re bad. Survival of the fittest, you know?”, he says softly as his tiredness slowly takes over him. It was hard for him to stay up, but he did just to convince Jackson to stay in his arms for the night. 

“Walkers don’t have the control of themselves like we do. They’re just walking corpses, Jackson.”, he says as a yawn escapes past his lips. He blinks slowly as his eyes slowly fall close. “Come on. Let’s sleep. It’s really late, and we can’t stay here for long. For all we know some people might come and barge in here when we don’t go out early.”, he says before letting himself succumb to a deep slumber.

Jaebum lets his dreams take over. He dreams of his parents, together like they were still alive. He was watching his younger self spend time with them. They looked happy. For all he knows, he didn’t want to wake up. He wanted to sleep forever and stay in the peaceful world in his dream, but that wasn’t easy with Jackson trying to get out of his arms.

"Where are you going?”, Jaebum asks with a yawn. He blinks slowly to adjust his eyes to the light that was seeping through the windows. “Sorry, I think I woke up late.”, he says as he lets Jackson get up from being held down by him. He gets up and he puts his backpack on. Jaebum hands Jackson the bat that was sticking out of his backpack. “Here, use this when you need it. Make every hit count.”, he says with a smile. “Hit their heads as hard as you can, but don’t attack unless you need to. Be stealthy and quiet, clear? If you do that, then maybe we can get through them without having to fight.”, he asks before he takes his switchblade from the pocket of his pants. 

“Hold on.”, he mumbles as he slowly opens the door. Luck was on his side. There was a walker close by and he took the chance to stab it through its skull. He dragged the corpse in the room and he through him down. He looked up to Jackson as he crouched down. “Do you have a strong stomach? Not sure if you can handle being covered in guts… rotting guts to be exact.”, he mumbles the last part inaudibly, but he hopes the younger’s fine with his plan.

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Jackson had broke free, with little consideration as to whether he woke up the older boy or not, and bounded over towards the door where the light was filtering in. He pressed his eye against the gap, but he couldn’t see anything outside. There was an insecure part of him that didn’t want to follow Jaebum to a part of the city he had never been to before, wanted to just go back home and slip back into his old room. 

The bat Jaebum hands him is light, but his elbows still bend when he takes hold of it, and the end bumps against the floor when he gives it to him. He lifts it up and rests it against the hollow part of his shoulder, worn out shoes scuffing against the floor as he follows after him to the door. He sucks in another breath to ask the older male a stream of questions, but then theres a corpse on the floor at his feet, and he’s lifting a hand to wipe away a speck of blood that landed on his cheek. 

Jaebum is talking to him, but the words echo into one ear and out of the other, Jackson isn’t even paying attention, his eyes have drifted off outside, searching, expecting his mothers face to be among one of them. She had always been beautiful, and had avoided looking her age right up until death. He wasn’t even sure if he would recognise her though, not now. 

He feels sick to his stomach, but it has nothing to do with what Jaebum is suggesting. “No hyung, why?.” He pipes up, jutting his chin out in a way that he hopes will stop his teeth chattering. He knows very little about the ways of survival, and he’s learnt more with this short day with Jaebum than he ever did when he was with his mother. Her words of the infected had always been warped, nothing of killing them, of they way they functioned, the only thing he was fed as a boy was how perfect they were. And theres a part of Jackson that loosens his fingers around the edge of the bat when he sees them, becomes absorbed in their gaping mouths and unfocussed eyes, too old to be completely drawn, but young enough to be curious.