Technological Terror | kim sunwoo

Chapter 4

"Do I wake her up or will she slap you again.." I heard Sunwoo say, I could see him crouching ahead of me, Haknyeon whom seemed to be holding back punches stared at him in disgust. "No, Nevermind, she is waking up." Sunwoo cautiously said, squinting his eyes as he viewed me adjusting my vision, batting my eyelashes. "Finally, I was about to leave without you." He rose up, ready to step out, before taking a last glance at me. "You really did clean up yourself, I like when you listen to me." He said with a slight leer, tilting his head whilst gazing at me. I sat up, composing myself. "First of all, your ego makes me want to bash your head open. Second of all, what the hell are you doing with him?" I asked, I sensed an upcoming headache, I placed my hand on the side of my head. "Hakie was nice enough to give us two backpacks. Oh yeah, we need to leave before he shoots the both of us dead." His voice became spiritless at the last sentence, using his thumb to point at the man behind him. "Don't call me hakie, how many times have I told you? And you, get up. Don't get too comfortable. Wash your face and leave at once, I only gave you backpacks to ensure you won't step a foot in here again." He scoffed with an attitude, I only gawked at the both of them, averting my gaze continuously.

"That's the last of it, we should be heading out now, we can't be out at nighttime." Sunwoo stated, stuffing my bag with the last necessity. "How far.. is your father's house?" I asked, clutching the straps of my bag as I peered out at the indocolite tinctured, windswept sky. "About an hour away, if we find a vehicle we'll be extremely lucky." He responded, zipping my bag. "Or maybe we can pretend to be one of them, right? The plugs are not harmful unless you break the roots off." Sunwoo paused, considering it. His eyebrows knitted into a frown. "That's smart, but one suspicious move could get us killed. Are you sure you can get through the crowd outside?" He asked, inclining downwards and implacing a hand on my back. "I think so.." I began thinking about it, shivers traveling down my spine. "How will we get those anyway?" I asked, getting into the depths of the plan. Sunwoo lightly tapped his hand with his old, rusty pipe. A smug grin implanted on his lips.

"Be careful with the head!" I whisper shouted, clenching my fists as Sunwoo dragged the body from its shoulders. "I'm trying, be quiet or you'll bring the rest." He whisper shouted back, silencing me. Sunwoo implaced the body behind a trash dispenser. He unplugged the plug from the man's body, whom was heavily unconscious. "Break the stems." I whispered, Sunwoo smashed the metallic grips against the brick wall, followed by that, he broke the plug in half. "This might tickle a little." Sunwoo whispered, standing at the heels of me. He attached the plug to my nape, then attached the remainder to his nape. A chilling feeling splashed on my eyes specifically.

"Stand next to me, don't leave my side." Sunwoo said these last words, attempting to put the utmost effort into fitting in. I gulped, strolling slowly abreast of Sunwoo. He strolled with me along the crowd of beings that would stare at us with hawk eyes infrequently. That action itself induced for me to grow anxious, my eyes lustered as they grew glassy, pricking with tears. I had imagined this plan way better in my head. Sunwoo seemed to notice, he grasped my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. I cautiously took a deep breath, walking faster. The droid-controlled seemed to care less, as they acknowledged the plugs attached to our napes. Sunwoo squeezed my hand in solacement.

My legs were stinging with pain, the slow walking killed my legs, but at last, we had arrived. We entered the blackened gate, covering ourself with the sheath of the crowd, which allowed us to safely unlock the door to Sunwoo's father house.

The moment we stepped a foot in, I enrobed Sunwoo in my arms, he placed his arms over me. I began showing my gratitude. "Thank you, for what you did in the crowd." I expressed my grace. He didn't utter a word, in replacement, he hugged me tighter, loosening his arms around me after a few seconds.

The house was dimly lit, a burnt out candle could be seen placed on a stand near the entrance. A note was implaced abreast of it. Sunwoo knitted his eyebrows into a frown, parting his lips. He clutched the slightly crumbled note, the handwriting had seemed to be written in a rush. "2000" The note read, Sunwoo squinted his eyes. "What does that mean?" I said from behind him. "He isn't here for certain, he did have a laboratory somewhere though. Maybe that could come in handy." He muttered the last sentence, tossing the note away. "What about your father? Where else do we look for him?" I bombarded him with another question. "If he hadn't been caught already, he would have not left a note." He replied shortly, going through every room.