Don't Forget The Dead (A Kim Taehyung Fanfiction)

1-Small Wins

Run..

Keep going..

Don't look back..

This was the motto that Y/N had on repeat inside her head. That and constantly reminding herself to stay quiet or not to willingly trust anyone. Trust had to be earned and constantly proven in this ruined society. The black and red-haired female fires off a warning shot, narrowly missing one of the people that were chasing after her. "That was our food that you took, bitch!" Y/N continues to run but yells a retort back, "Shouldn't have left it unsupervised then!" She ducks into a small shop and immediately sinks to the floor with the top of her head barely peeking over the old neon sign that lingers in the window. She breathes a sigh of relief when the group she stole from passes right by her, their voices fading into the town. Hands dig into the bag and move the items around. The bag holds a few candy bars, 4 bottles of water, and a can of beans. "Jackpot!" Y/N whispers as she opens one of the candy bars and breaks it halfway.

She puts the rest back before stuffing the piece of chocolate into her mouth, immediately moaning at the taste. "That was better than sex." she claims as she wipes the remaining chocolate smudge on her grass-stained pants. Her eyes finally look around the store and scan for anything that she might be able to use, whether it be during an emergency or just as a safety precaution. The more she walked around, bottles and glass crunched under her feet. The store she hid in was an old abandoned Walmart that, surprisingly enough, still hadn't been ravaged that much. Backpacks lined racks while colored pencils and crayons made their home on the dust covered shelves. It was school time, August. Y/N marvels at the forgotten school supplies with sympathy. Society had been like this for a year now. She could still remember when the news broke though every television or social media outlet.

"Breaking news: A zombie virus has infected several people in California. This virus is rapidly spreading. Please grab whatever you need and baracade your family somewhere safe. Ways to contract this disease are as follows: being bitten, scratched or clawed by the infected, and inhaling spores from the infected. God speed and good luck." Everyone laughed it off at first because it was mainly happening on the coast. Throughout the night, cars were loading their families up and driving as fast as they can, while the undead were chasing them at inhuman speeds. It was like the flash met the unliving. It was terror, almost something that came from a movie where the whole universe was involved. She continues to look around her surroundings, her head constantly shifting around to depict any signs of deception from the neighboring isles. It was quiet. Almost way too quiet. She goes a couple isles over and finds a knife block with knife handles sticking out of it.

Her hands grasp the handles and start to aggressively pull on them, only for them to stay locked in their spots. "Come on!" she mumbles to herself. The woman struggles for another couple minutes before the block flies out of her hands and lands on the floor with a loud thud. Y/N's movements still as the silence grows rapidly. Her breath comes out in shallow pants, nervousness creeping in at an alarming rate. The blank space that surrounds the woman is eerie. Thankfully, none of the undead come running from the noise. She picks the block back up and tucks it under her arm before walking away from the area. "I need to find some more food and a change of clothes. These smell so bad." Y/N mutters as she brings her shirt up to her nose, immediately dropping it after she catches a whiff. She gags slightly after. That was one thing about the smell of sweat and grime that helped when dealing with the undead. It helped you blend in, but not enough to go completely incognito.

Believe it or not, the undead had a wicked sense of smell when it came to identifying their own. There's two ways to tell if the undead is coming or close by. The first way is they will click their teeth together rapidly while sniffing the air. The second way to tell their coming is by the way they mimic people's whispers, luring their victims out because they think they hear their families calling for help. The only way you'll hear the whispers is if they are right by you or in the same area as you. "Y/N!" a sing-song voice rings out. The woman stills instantly, fear taking over her body almost instantly. "Y/N, come out, come out, wherever you are.." The voice that calls out to her is exceptionally errie. Its tone is full of cracks and open vocals, chirping while it becomes louder the closer it gets. Y/N is still in the same spot as she sees the undead come around the corner of the aisle she's on. Her feet seemed to be glued to the floor with metaphorical cement.

'Move!' her brain yells at her. The sound of clicking teeth is what snaps Y/N out of her fear and her feet to move. Her feet clomp against the floor as she runs to a safer place in the store. She hides in a bathroom stall with the knife block clutched tightly in her grasp while she pulls her feet to rest on top of the toilet seat. Clicking becomes more apparent as the undead enter the bathrooom, its hauntingly mimics echo throughout the room until it leaves. Y/N stays perched in the stall for a little bit til she deems it clear. Brown eyes fliint from place to place as she creeps to where the clothes are with her bag in hand, snatching a backpack as she walks past.