"On this battlefield, there are fallen soldiers.... They are not dead: they are broken and contaminated, like living dead, but The real risk? That they are nothing but savages in human skin."
Zombie ApocalypseAU!
Pairing: OT7 - NamKookMin [Kim NamJ...
In case you are sensitive to the above topics, please do not continue reading. Reading fanfic means enjoyment and not something that can make you uncomfortable uwu The uncensored version will be placed in AO3.
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"Namjoonie! It's time to go back!"
He continues to watch the little frog not jumping off the twig he was on. He felt like touching it, but that would be rude to the little green frog. Finally it jumps and he gives a soft "oh", lips half-opened and eyebrows raised.
"Namjoon" Turn back, "home, come on."
"Coming mom."
He stands up and shakes out his pants before running. He takes his mom's hand and walks beside her. He sees some children still playing in the small park. Be it with pets, with each other, trying to use the swings, the slide and other play equipment set up.
It doesn't take more than fifteen minutes to get home. Today he felt very bad and did not go to school. Both so as not to infect his classmates by accident, and so as not to have him in an uncomfortable situation away from home.
He sits on the floor and lies down on the couch. Mrs. Kim does not bother to keep an eye on him. Namjoon studies by himself, he is a responsible eight-year-old boy. Right now he even reads a book so he can do a poem he has for literature homework. Long minutes happen and he doesn't check on Namjoon who whines and rolls up on himself, making it loud and obvious.
"Mom."
The woman turns and drops the pot where she poured soy sauce and vegetables for today's lunch. Namjoon gasps and shivers, his hands full of blood, just like between his legs. Liquid continues to drip down his trembling limbs. He breathes shakily and staggers around, his round, childish face full of sweat.
What's wrong, why is he bleeding, why does his belly hurt so much? Or a little bit under it.
Mom suddenly started crying that day. I was bleeding and bleeding between my legs and it hurt like fucking hell. I thought I was going to die, but Mom told me she would fix it. Dad not that much different than her.
I'd never heard them argue like that. I had to stay in the bathtub for almost four hours....
I was bleeding.
And it hurt.
I was bleeding, bleeding, bleeding.
"We're going to help you, okay?" says Mr. Kim, Namjoon breathes through his mouth and whimpers, "but this is a secret. You can't tell anyone... Namjoon do you hear me? No one."
