Namjin Smut

/ʌnˈdɛd/

Written by: bishounen

Summary:

undead (/ʌnˈdɛd/) | Pertaining to a corpse, though having qualities of life. | (horror fiction) Being animate, though non-living.

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Seokjin never imagined that in a world overrun by zombies, humans would turn out to become the ones he'd rather not cross ways with.

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The west side part of Suwon is still entirely unfamiliar to Seokjin, as had been the north side, the east side, and the south side—all of which he scouted throughout the last month.

He's had a relatively easy journey through the quiet neighborhoods in the east, and here in the west side part of the city too he has no problem navigating the abandoned streets without encountering complications—until.

Until he climbs over a couple of amateurishly built barricades, which lead him directly into a dirty alley, where he picks up a discarded gun out of curiosity and gets spotted by a bunch of children in the act.

When all of this had started, Seokjin would have never imagined that in a world overrun by zombies, humans would turn out to become the ones he'd rather not cross ways with.

Alas, now Seokjin is standing there—grimy, sporting a few scratches on his cheek, a huge gun in his hand—and a bunch of kids are staring at him with wide eyes and open mouths. One of them—a boy with tattered clothes—eventually speaks up, his voice high in awe, "He's a zombie hunter!"

Seokjin playfully lifts the heavy weapon up to his head and winks at them, thinking that there's no harm in letting those kids believe the illusion—but the next thing he knows is that they've surrounded him, and then suddenly they're dragging him by his hands through the alley all the way into a vacant supermarket where a group of 20 people has found shelter.

The kids excitedly tell their parents, "Mommy, daddy, we met a zombie hunter outside!" and all the adults look at Seokjin, notice the gun in his hands, and go, "Really? Is that true?"

And suddenly Seokjin has to decide how far he's going to take the joke.

He sees the fright, despair, and hope in those people's eyes and... affirms.

There are a few truths here.

One: Seokjin has never used a gun before. Two: He has never hunted anyone or anything before. Three: He's a fucking wimp. And four: Chances are high (very high) that he'd rather run away screaming than face a wild zombie in any way, be it with a gun or without one.

Now here's the thing, though.

If it makes all of these people feel safer to have a supposed zombie hunter around, then Seokjin will do it at the drop of a hat. Because there's one more detail to note: Their area is nearly zombie-free anyway—which the group doesn't seem to be aware of, seeing as they haven't gone past their poorly barricaded alley in weeks, or maybe even months.

"How is the situation out there?" they ask Seokjin fearfully. "Are there many of them still roaming around? Will you stay here and protect us? We have plenty of food, you can take what you want, Mister!"

The prospect of free and easily attainable food is the thing that ultimately wins Seokjin over.

So Seokjin makes them believe that the situation out there is bad, takes their food and goes out to "kill" zombies every once in a while; armed with a gun he doesn't even know how to use.