𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇; ✦dangerous fellows x bsd

dang thats deep... anyways- : 03

Knowledge, you must be smart to survive this worldwide pandemic.

Should this terrible pandemic even be considered a pandemic? It's done far more damage than any real pandemic shall ever do, then what shall I use for this? Dystopia? No, that's an imagined state. Hm, there wasn't any perfect words to describe it.. the morning sky never failed to disappoint. Even if it was clouded with smoke, and ashes, the sun was still shining, the hot rays managed to peak through the clouds of grey ashes.

The polluted air made me feel suffocated, but then again, the feeling wasn't anything new. F/n's eyes narrowed down to the zombie's whom dared walked through the empty streets that they once grew in. Letting out a gasp out of shock, a particular zombie had found the secret way inside the building. Gritting their teeth before running back deeper into the store to block away the entrance from where the zombie dared enter.

But it had already entered the building, bad news, bad news dammit! I'm pretty sure Osamu is sleeping, including the rest of the group. Shit.. this really sucks. Sure, being in the port mafia at the age of 10 should mean you've trained endlessly and has at least given you years of beating ass and killing people? Yes, you have some tricks up your sleeves, but to even begin with, these bitches are literally dead and won't die until you give them a four star beating. But in this case, a four star beating wouldn't necessarily be the safest choice out there. Your whole body (including hand itself) is covered in endless scars from.. dark situations, and I would risk getting infected by the disease, so I've  decided to keep far distance from them, including Osamu.

First of all, where exactly did the zombies enter from?! I mean, the zombies couldn't have possibly grown brains and understood immediately how to break into a well guarded base right? Something is fishy, whilst I was thinking to myself, I didn't notice the unknown figure approaching behind me.

A loud thwack sound cut my thinking off, the zombie had fallen to the floor, knocked dead. The boy who I recognized as Zion stood behind me, clutching.. whatever that thing was. And smirked, looking me straight in the eyes and going, "You scared?" I blankly stared at Zion before breaking eye contact. "No. It's just a hobby to stare off into space when I brainstorm ideas.

Cant forget being Y/n and allowing myself to be saved.. by a ack- man..!" F/n cried out dramatically whilst clutching their chest, Zion stared at them with the intent of murder but it wore off after a while of scolding the poor adult for.. whatever Zion scolded them for. But it was stupid.

The rest of the group was already awake but then, and was starving, but nobody had food. This was a office supply store, obviously they can't cook SHIT, because why the fuck would they have a kitchen inside an office supply store??? ??? Osamu and F/n were prepared to leave the store, their stomach's not showing any sign of hunger or sign of weakness. The angsty teens/adults were clearly hungry and couldn't handle it, complaining they haven't eaten in two whole days and couldn't handle anymore.

"Oh shut up, if I've been through two whole weeks with only water and worms, surely you'll handle three days." F/n spoke harshly, before turning around and leaving through the entrance quietly. Their brother soon followed after them, not daring to mutter a word after her dark statement. Nobody dared mutter a word whilst on their way to their base.

Upon arriving the hotel, a small tour had begun. "Okay, to even begin with, this hotel has 15 floors, including 20 rooms in each. The highest floor has a foodcourt, Em-cee shivered at the hearing of a foodcourt, there are elevators, but they do NOT work, you'll get crushed to death if you use them.

We live on the 13th floor, and we use the stairs to get up." A groan escaped their mouths, "Why.. just why??" the boy with dark reddish-brown hair cried, ah Jay was the name. I choose to ignore the fellow and began to climb. Up and up we go, already used to the amount of footwork required. Clearly, these things skipped foot day. What a shame.

Already moaning for breath, but the zombies constant groans reminded them that the stairway was most certainly not a safe place. Although it was quite funny to see their struggling faces climbing up the stairs, Lawrence and Harry had to have asthma, no questions. Look at them, this is barely the first floor, and they are already fading away and turning into ashes! The sight was something to laugh at, and I will not waste a single giggle.

Not wasting time to giggle, covering my mouth with my hand to assert dominance. "What's so funny?" Lawrence choked out, which only made me giggled even harder. Could you really blame me? Look at them!

Pulled out my phone to talk a photo of his face, "caught in 4K." Osamu lowered his head down to reach my height, cause he was on a higher step than me, "is that even considered 4K? It's literally pixelated..." I smacked his head and he whined in response. "Shut up ugly! You broke your phone's back camera because a zombie took it!" The sane highschool group watched as the full grown adult argued with a soon to be adult.

They reached the thirteenth floor, loud thrashing and glass breaking could be heard. Catching the attention and worry of the highschool students, Osamu and F/n glanced at each other with a worrisome expression on both their faces. Surely Kenji wasn't..

Immediately running straight through the halls at an alarming speed, leaving the highschooler's confused and worried, why were they just running towards the commotion? Were they insane? Not insane.. but suicidal for gods sake!

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