Author's Note-Words in italics are a flashback
The sound of feet is slightly muted as Y/N carefully walks across the floor. She adjusts the backpack on her shoulder and begins to search through the racks of clothes that seem to be out in the open. "No, not this. It's too thin and plus a tank top is way too little clothing. I guess I could always wear it under something.." Y/N hums to herself as her fingers gently stroke the material. Everyone figured out pretty quickly that medium-sized clothes were the best choice to wear during all of this mess since they gave enough protection, but not too much to hinder your abilities. She grabs a couple shirts, a few bras, and some pants before stuffing all of them in her bag and making her way to other parts of the store. She holds her breath as she walks, hoping that it will make her quieter so she can sneak around better, but all hope is lost when the undead appears in front of her in a flash. Their teeth click rapidly as they sniff profusely.
"Y/N!" the zombie hisses, spit flying from their decaying jaw. "Come help, mommy. Mommy needs you.." The talking corpse runs at the waiting woman, causing Y/N to barely be able to doge the attempt of an ambush. It runs at her again, only to be kicked away while Y/N tightens her grip on the knife handles. The zombie runs at her one last time, before the kife block makes a connection with an undead head. She swings once, twice, thrice. Dark red, almost black, blood flows from the wound as the brain makes a squelching noise everytime its hit. Y/N pants while sweat drips down her face. "Fucking hell." she mutters to herself as her hands rest on her knees. Brown eyes stare at the corpse in front of her in disbelief and anguish. She delivers one final hit, then stands up and continues on her original path. 'Find food.' her brain and stomach yell at her. She appears at the edge of the canned goods isle with the knife block dangling loosely in her grasp.
"Please be something good. I'm desperate, but let me enjoy my food, at least." Her eyes frantically search the area before snagging some canned corn, beans, meat, and other vegetables. "Drinks. Water, juice, something!" she quickly makes her way to where the beverages were located and grabs water, vitamin water, lemonade, and a few cans of sodas. A soft grunt emits from her lips as she swings her backpack onto her back, the weight knocking her off balance for a split second. "I can possbibly fit a few more things in here, then I gotta bolt." Her mind wanders as she reminisces about the time when she would come into the store with her parents. They would search isle after isle until they found what they were looking for or they would laugh at theirselves when the item they were looking for was right in front of their face and they just looked right over it. She can still hear the squeak of the basket wheels as her mother complained about how wobbly it was or how it wouldn't go in a straight line while her dad would tease her with random objects.
Y/N stops in front of a small shelf in the toys area of the store. Before her lies a single plush, a small reversible sloth. She gently picks it up as tears begin to immediately prick the corner of her eyes. Her hands craddle it to her chest, tears of loss and sorrow flowing down her cheeks as she whimpers softly. A finger rakes across its dirt covered head and flings the dust particles into the air. She plants a kiss on its head before gently tucking it into her bag and wiping her eyes with the palm of her hands. "Now, I have a piece of you guys with me at all times. I will continue to survive for you." Y/N says to no one in particular. Her parents had protected her to the best of their ability when the news broke out. Her father was the first to go. He died by a bite to the neck as he tried to protect his wife. Her mom died from heartbreak and a scratch to the chest.
"Promise me that you'll survive for us, Y/N." her mother tells her as she gasps for air, her body turning gray. "But momma, I don't wanna be without you. I lost papa, I can't lose you too." Her mother's frail hand gently drags her fingers across her daughter's cheek with a feather-light touch and smiles tiredly. "I'm never far, baby, and neither is your papa. We're always right here." Y/N breaks into a sobbing mess once she feels her mother's finger touch where her heart is. "I can't stay any longer, baby. I'm tired.. I'll say hi to your papa the minute I see him. I love you.." And with that, her mother was no longer. Y/N gave her a brief kiss on her head before nodding to herself. "I'll survive for you, momma. You have my word." Y/N shakes her head as she brings herself back to the present with a deep sigh. "Always for you guys. Always." Finally, she leaves the store and walks out into the sunset-ridden sky. It would be dark soon so if she was going to find shelter, she needed to do it and do it now.
After searching for a while, she finds a small, rundown shed. It has some weathering attacking the sides but it'll do for the night. She slides down the wall after she barracades the door with a worn chair that was located in the back of the room. "Didn't even grab a blanket or a jacket." she smacks herself in the head with the palm of her hand, "Nice going, dumbass." Y/N curls into a ball with the sloth in her hands and lets the light wind and the groaning of zombies lull her to sleep.
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Don't Forget The Dead (A Kim Taehyung Fanfiction)
Fanfiction☆VERY SLOW UPDATES☆ "I see humans, but no humanity." It's a cold and bitter world when it's every man for themselves. Zombies have taken over and places that were once full of life are empty with nothing inside. Find out who survives in Don't Forget...
