Dead or Alive

17: Escape Attempt

Ravn stared ahead of him lifelessly, his eyes fogged over and emotionless. His mouth hug open slightly as he had difficulty breathing through his nose. His body screamed at him, not a single part of him didn't hurt, while his mind complained of another pain. Besides him, Hwanwoong sat curled in on himself, still taking in heavy breaths.

Neither one of them tried to turn their backs to the center of the warehouse, especially the men that inhabited the area. As days passed, they took more and more of their boredom out on either Ravn or Hwanwoong. It was always the same four or five guys though that tortured the prisoners, two of them for sure never laid a hand on them. Ravn nor Hwanwoong could really remember though, their heads already filled with so much trauma that they just zoned out whenever they were dragged across the warehouse.

What surprised them was they were fed. Not nearly enough to be healthy, but enough to keep them alive. They both just seemed to have accepted their fate, knowing they would probably never escape. If these men didn't kill them then the zombies would, and if they were able to outrun the zombies, then hunger would surely get to them. Not to mention their hideous wounds and loss of blood.

They wished this misery would just end.

Some of the men went out, they took one of the vans and left at what was assumed to be early morning, or late evening, neither Hwanwoong nor Ravn could tell. Three men were left talking amongst themselves, even if they were speaking at a louder volume, neither of the prisoners would of been able to understand them. Every now and again, they would move to the other van and back to the center, but it was hard to tell what exactly they were doing.

"Ravn?" Hwanwoong breathed out, looking up from his ball on the floor.

The older looked out of his trance at the smaller. His lifeless eyes took in Hwanwoong's appearance, shattering his already broken heart. He hummed in acknowledgement, not trusting his voice.

"I love you." Hwanwoong smiled despite his voice sounding awful. His chest still heaved up and down, having an extremely hard time catching his breath.

"I love you too." Ravn replied with his seemingly permanent hoarse voice, some of the fog leaving his eyes. "Please don't leave me though."

Hwanwoong coughed, some blood staining his lips. His eyes winced closed from pain, but again finding Ravn's face.

"I can't promise anything." Hwanwoong exhaled, his sad eyes making contact with the olders.

Their conversation was interrupted by approaching footsteps. They both looked up at whoever was approaching with their lifeless eyes. The person, who's name Hwanwoong figured out to be Yunho, crouched down in front of them. He held two bottles of water and something else in his hands, the expression on his face was hard to read.

"Can you sit up?" Yunho asked in Hwanwoong's direction.

The smaller boy's face twisted in pain when he tried to move. Ravn watched him, just wishing he could help him. Yunho also watched, releasing a heavy sigh before moving to put Hwanwoong into a sitting position. Said boy let out a loud cry when he was manhandled into his current position.

"Drink up." Yunho muttered before putting the opened bottles up to both of their lips.

Usually, they weren't offered their own bottles of water, full ones at that. In the past, they had to split not even a half-filled water bottle. They drank every last drop to say the least. At this point, they would of been glad if the water was poisoned, they truly didn't care.

Yunho simply stood and left when they drank all of the water, walking casually back to the center of the warehouse. It seemed like he just started talking to the other two men that were there.