- IN MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, STRICTLANDS-
"Wooyoung, put that shit down," Yeosang gagged, watching Wooyoung pick up the zombies head.
"Why? Isn't it so cool?" Wooyoung laughed, watching the blue-ish blood spill from its severed neck.
"No," Mingi gagged. "It's disgusting and it smells horrible."
Wooyoung shrugged, throwing the head to the side. "Bunch of fucking pussies."
Yeosang rolled his eyes before yanking his arrow out of a zombies chest. "Let's not get their blood in our bloodstream, thanks."
"Yeosang is right; stop touching shit," Mingi started to walk away from the two.
The three boys, Wooyoung, Yeosang, and Mingi, were together for about two years. Each had their own stories before they met each other.
Wooyoung was out in the Strictlands for about seven years by himself before meeting Yeosang. He doesn't know how long any of them were out by themselves, just remembered meeting Yeosang first and then Mingi down the line.
Yeosang was hiding in building by himself, almost stabbing Wooyoung in the eye thinking he was a zombie.
Mingi, Wooyoung continues to laugh at how he meet him, was setting a fire to a bunch zombies he trapped in a building; laughing like a mad man as he did so.
No one knew each others backstories and no one asked.
The most important thing between them was trust.
Trust was key to survival for the boys and if anyone broke that promise, they will be abandoned like a sick dog.
The three boy became close, like family, because of the pressure the Strictlands had.
Running, killing, dodging, and fearing those infected by Disease 1117.
The zombie like monsters that were once pitiful humans.
No one knew anything about them, but the fact that once you get bitten by the braindead blood-lust monsters, you become one of them.
"Hey," Wooyoung dusted off his hands and ran after Mingi. "Wait up, you tall bitch."
"It's not that I am tall," Mingi turned around and jumped down through the window. "It's just that you're short."
"Not this shit again," Yeosang groaned, following the two boys.
"Shut the fuck up," Wooyoung jumped down. "At least my eyes are bigger than your dick."
"Real mature, guys," Yeosang jumped down. "Maybe let's not fight in a Zombie infected zone?"
"Why you staring at my dick?" Mingi walked backwards, ignoring Yeosang's words. "Want a hit?"
Wooyoung gagged. "I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole; even if I was a cannibal."
"Shoot yourself," Mingi shrugged, turning to walk forwards and looking around.
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The Walls || WOOSAN
Fantasy3000s, the world was filled with fear, diseases, dishonesty, backstabbing, and fitness survival. Due to an incurable disease called 1117, which eats away at the brain, leaving people braindead and filling them with unmerciful rage, people have come...
