𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆

𝑮𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚

𝑮𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚—-𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒕𝒘𝒐

Playing Zombie by The Cranberries

Eye of the fallen.

Eyes of the desperate.

Eyes of the corrupt.

Eyes of judgement.

Eyes of the trusted.

Eyes are the gateway to your soul.

Eyes show you exactly what you need to see.

But what if the person that your staring at

Doesn't have one?

"Ow! Ow ow ow! You fucking—would it kill you to be gentle?!" Jisung hissed, holding his bleeding arm close to him with an accompanied glare. Seungmin gave him a plain dirty look, hands frozen mid air as he held a bloodied rag.

"I'm trying to clean it but if you want it to stay open and get zombie blood in it, be my guest. Turn into a walker. You're already dead inside, why not match outside too?" Seungmin's words were harshly out of nowhere, but it was normal between the two.

Jisung's eyes darkened for a split moment, before he shoved his wounded forearm back into Seungmin's hands.

"Hurry up."

Seungmin scoffed, not appreciating the attitude but he knew he wouldn't get anything else. They were sat on the roof of the bungalow. An odd place to be but after Seungmin had made too much noise fumbling with his damned water bottle, he'd attracted a few undead. Jisung was already injured by this point, grumbling threats as he flawlessly climbed his way onto the roof of the bungalow using anything he could stand on.

Jisung was sure to leave Seungmin down there to suffer, but funnily enough went back on his words after getting a good laugh at the panicked pale expression the other gave him as he watched the walkers stumble closer. Seungmin glared him down for a solid ten minutes in silence before the walkers wandered elsewhere.

So now what?

"How do you suppose we find the others?" Seungmin grunted, cleaning Jisung's injury with a grimace. Jisung simply shrugged, not bothering to find the words. He had no clue either. All they could do was survive. And find the other lot.

Even if the both of them wondered why they were so eager to find people they didn't necessarily like.

After a longer moment, that idiotic thought was vanquished into the pits of hell with the creator of the apocalypse because in truth—one they both hated to admit—they missed the others.

Why'd they have to wander off? They only had themselves and each other to blame unfortunately.

The crew walked through the now unfamiliar territory. They hadn't known how long it had been since the start, but everywhere was starting to look more desolate and barren. Buildings were either abandoned all together or they housed residents of the dead.

Windows were smashed, the whole place was a mess of the undead. Changbin led them through, walking at the front with a tense aura surrounding him. Not even Chan knew why or what to do with it. Things had been a little tense for the two of them still since they kissed. They hadn't really spoken about it afterwards.

Perhaps it was the fact they'd lost two of their own and now had to find them without much to go on.

"How much longer are we going to wander aimlessly? There's only so much weight I can carry." Minho murmured, his tone suggesting he was tired of carrying Felix but his eyes giving away another intention completely—Felix needed to rest from all of the walking, the poor boy sweating pale as he panted quietly.