Mythical Short Stories - 방탄손연단 PART 3

•> Jimin <•

•=|Chase Me|=|YoonMin|=•
•=|Zombie|=•

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It had been a while since the virus had exploded. Towns and villages were filled with the undead.

Most of them were braindead. Most of them, but not all of them.

For this Stalker things were different.

Jimin had been a survivor up until a few years ago. He had made a dumb mistake not to hide his trail and was followed by Runners.

But Jimin is a Stalker. A higher ranked undead. Just like most animals, zombies also had a peck order.

The lowest rank were regular undead, zombies, walkers. They were nearly all braindead, but smart enough to know if something was interesting. They would chase most scents, no matter if it's edible or not. They're slow and usually stumble in a light jog. They travel in big hordes and groups, unlike Jimin.

Runners were zombies who, as the name says, run. They're dumber than normal zombies, but have greater hunger and run towards anything they think they can attack. They like to challenge other zombies, but losing once sets them in their place.

Jimin is a Stalker. A Stalker is a zombie that likes to stay in the shadows and come out at night, hunting for prey. They're intelligent and fast, but only if they're interested. They also have greater hunger and any bright light hurts their eyes.

Then there is the highest rank. The Rippers. They're the most intelligent and have the worst hunger. They don't like to run or move, but if they do, they can keep it up for hours. They usually rip the head off first, therefore the name, so they can't accidentally turn the human.

The ranking was also set on what zombie was rarest. Out of three thousand zombies, maybe three were Runners, and out of five thousand, one Stalker, and out of nearly ten thousand could be a Ripper.

It doesn't have to happen every number, but that's how rare they could be.

Jimin had only met one Ripper before and one Stalker. He steered away from Runners to avoid being challenged and regular zombies didn't bother him.

Currently Jimin was observing from the forest. His slight red hint in sight helped him identify what things were. Red eyes were always brighter in vision to let him know something was there.

From the forest, Jimin stumbles forward, staring at the abandoned market. Stalls and tiny boxes of storage were broken down and sacked in after years of abandonment.

The foods were eaten or taken or splashed on the ground. Things like meat were either rotting or ripped by zombies.

The shops were all boarded or broken down. Some seemed to still be full of left clothes.

Jimin always refused to turn when he was human, and he would hold onto his humanity for as long as he could, and currently he is still holding on to as much as he can.

He isn't fully braindead like the rest of them. The only thing that actually helps him remind of his humanity is his craving for human food.

He needs blood and flesh too, but he refuses to eat it from a human. It has become harder over the years to control the urges when he smells a bleeding human near.

Jimin looks the road for a Runner, then goes over when he doesn't see any.

He looks through all the food that's left and curiously pokes a melon, whining at the soft and squishiness of it.

He continues over to the stores, looking inside to find at least a shirt he can wear instead of this old stained hoodie.

The weather was getting warmer, and even though he can't get sunburned or tanned, he still wants to prepare for the heat.