Resurgence : Fate | Enhypen

Chapter 6: Move-On

Sunoo's POV

The night air was frigid as we stumbled away from the shattered remnants of our refuge, leaving behind the remnants of our meager survival. Heeseung, the reluctant spokesperson, uttered words that hung heavily in the air, a tentative truce with an uncertain fate.

"Okay, we'll leave," he declared, his gaze locked with Mingyu, who held the power to reshape our destiny with a mere nod. "Just set Jake free."

Mingyu's calculating eyes studied us before an almost imperceptible nod signaled our reprieve. "Throw them outside," he commanded, his voice devoid of mercy.

One by one, the ties that bound us were severed, and we found ourselves unceremoniously cast into the unforgiving night. The chill of the wind paled in comparison to the terror that gripped us when we realized the horde of zombies chasing our every step.

The neon glow of a nearby convenience store offered a fleeting sanctuary. Gasping for breath, we rushed inside, the sound of our panting and frantic whispers filling the air. Jay, leading the way, suddenly stumbled into the clutches of a lurking zombie. Panic set in as the others desperately barricaded the door, the oppressive reality of our existence closing in.

I seized a makeshift weapon, my hands trembling as I plunged it into the undead assailant. Jay, freed from the grip of the zombie, gasped for breath, the narrow escape etched in the lines of his disheveled face.

"We need a safer place," Jay muttered, his gaze scanning the dimly lit store. "But look at this – rations, supplies. This place is a goldmine."

Sunghoon's skepticism lingered in the air as he surveyed the shelves stocked with essentials. "It's crazy no one's still living here," he remarked, echoing the unspoken question that hung between us.

A sudden click shattered the fragile illusion of solitude. Turning in unison, we faced the barrel of a shotgun, wielded by a grown man whose eyes bore the weariness of survival. Beside him stood his wife, a makeshift axe clutched in her hands, and their daughter, a pistol aiming at us.

Heeseung stepped forward, a voice of reason in the tense situation. "We mean no harm, Sir. Our last place got invaded, and we're just trying to surviv-"

The man's eyes narrowed as he gestured with the shotgun. "Show me your arms, your feet, any bite marks."

One by one, we complied, revealing the unblemished skin that bore witness to our struggles against the relentless undead. The man exchanged glances with his family, the unspoken dialogue ending with a reluctant nod. Lowering the shotgun, he sighed.

"Welcome here," he conceded, the words heavy with cautious hospitality. "Just don't do anything stupid."

The atmosphere shifted as relief and wariness intertwined. Sunghoon suddenly asked, "Why is this store not barricaded yet if you're living here?"

The man's response was accompanied by a weary smile. "This isn't our main home. It's just a part of our shelter."

With a gesture, the family led us through a curtain, revealing a hidden passage that descended into a makeshift underground house. The man pointed to a room, indicating it as a place for us to rest. "There, you all can stay there."

"Thank yo-" Heeseung expressed gratitude, but before he could even finish, he closed the door to his family's own private quarters, leaving us to navigate the unfamiliar terrain.

The room, though small, held the promise of a respite from the relentless chaos outside. But Heeseung's somber expression spoke volumes as he voiced a concern that had been gnawing at the edges of our newfound sanctuary.