End of the World (REWRITE)VMIN

First Impressions

December of 2020

Overcast shielded the sun from view, blocking out any warmth that could be received from the hot rays. Despite it being early December, it hadn't gotten to the extreme cold it used to before the Apocalypse. Most people speculated it was because of the environment being affected by the radiation.

     Today started out like any other; with Taehyung and Yoongi making their rounds through the camp. They checked to make sure everyone was doing their appropriate job, and not just barely working either. If they were caught slacking, Yoongi would usually threaten to harvest their organs or something similar, which typically encouraged them to pick up the pace.

     In just six months, Taehyung would eventually stop walking through the camp alongside Yoongi. Instead, he left it to his trusted second, and chose to stay in bed for the extra half hour. If any dared to comment with judgement, they were either exiled or punished accordingly without hesitation. It didn't take long for them to respect his decision.

However, now, he still joined Yoongi. And as they both began their daily circuit, Taehyung slid his hands into the front pockets of his grey pants. They were form fitting, usually what he wore when he didn't plan on leaving the camp for supplies, or other things.

"Arron's been bitching again," Yoongi mumbled. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, grumbling before he yawned. The sun had barely risen from the horizon, so Taehyung could relate to his exhaustion. Every day, Taehyung grew more tired than the one before.

They'd wake up just after sunrise, do the rounds, assign two people to scavenge, discuss any news that could've came up within the past day, practice fighting (because you could never be too cautious), send people to hunt, and then do the evening rounds before settling in the night. On an average day, they ate breakfast and dinner, but if they were lucky, on rare occasions, they had enough excess food to spare for lunch.

Feeding over 25 people was never an easy task though. Still, their main cook and hunter of the group, Seokjin, kept them well-stocked considering. Taehyung would never regret assigning him those positions. Seokjin was one of the best, if not the best.

Taehyung hummed, licking his lips. They were chapped from the thin, dry air of the colder season. "When doesn't he?" Taehyung huffed back.

It was true that Arron never seemed content enough to shut his mouth, unless he was between a woman's legs or stuffing his face full of food. Still, Taehyung knew the man was too skilled with a rifle to let go. He'd never say that however; after all, it was important for his people to know they were expendable and could be replaced.

Except for Yoongi, of course. He was the only exception to most of Taehyung's rules, actually. They were as close to brothers that Taehyung thought two men could get.

"He keeps saying he's got some stupid idea about a radio," Yoongi said. Taehyung almost grinned at the venom in Yoongi's voice. The man had always hated Arron, from the moment he joined the group five months ago.

     They'd been on a trip to find supplies from a nearby school building, hoping to find supplies from the wood shop or mechanic classes. Or, maybe even canned foods. Instead, they'd found Arron, who had been curled into a ball in the corner of the gym. He'd cried and begged not to be killed, pleading for his life.

     Taehyung remembered how Yoongi rolled his eyes and had been ready to kill Arron right then. However, Taehyung had seen something in Arron: possibilities. So, he gave the man a chance to prove himself. Bring something to the camp that shows why you deserve to join, or don't come at all and leave your fate in the hands of the undead.