apocalypse

eight

Everyone was sitting in the living room inside the farmhouse. It was silent again; everybody was either busy fixing their weapons up or just watching out the window watching walkers bump into the fences. Minho's eyes trailed towards the empty fireplace pulling Jisung closer to his body pressing the younger's back to his chest with a heavy sigh. 

He felt responsible about what Jisung did to himself. If he never left the room Jisung would have never attempted to kill himself. Luckily for all of them the cut wasn't deep, and the bleeding would eventually stop from the blockage of the bandage. But that didn't excuse the reason of why Jisung did that to himself. Everyone was starting to feel lonely in this cruel world, Jisung lost a best friend, half of the people in this room most likely lost all of their family so the group they were in now was starting to become family. 

They couldn't risk anyone else being attacked or hurt, no one could lose anyone in this world anymore. It was them against the dead. Sadly, none of them knew how long they could survive or if this was ever going to end. Actually, everyone in this room knew that answer, the dead was going to walk this earth until they were starving, and no other survivors were alive. And eventually the walkers would rot leaving a dark world full of corpses. 

That's how it had to work right? The walker's bodies could still be like humans except for their brain and the fact that they were dead. Their heart didn't work, their lungs, every organ but they still had to eventually starve right? If they didn't get their rotten hands on flesh, they were slowly starving leaving them to rot till they were all bones. There had to be a way for them to be uninterested in humans. 

Minho's eyebrows furrowed, maybe there was a way. Obviously, they used their mouths to eat so if they didn't have any way to eat from would they still be interested in humans? It was a stupid thought really, that couldn't possibly work. Walkers were always going to be attracted to humans—that was their main food source. 

His grip slowly loosened from Jisung's waist. Minho began to back up and let Jisung rest his own back on the couch before standing up. 

"What are you doing Minho hyung?" Felix asked looking away from the backpack between his legs. 

Minho ignored the question and pulled out an axe from one of the bags. Everyone watched him and looked at Seungmin when they realized Minho was staring right at him. 

"You better not be picking that axe up to kill Seungmin." Hyunjin spoke slowly getting ready to shoot up to his feet. 

Minho rolled his eyes and kicked at Seungmin's foot. "Come with me, I want to test something out and I might need your psychotic skills." 

Seungmin just listened and reached for his machete before following Minho right out the door. Chan's eyes followed the two then right over to Jisung moving closer to him a second later. 

"So where are we going?" Seungmin questioned, swinging his weapon in front of his body stopping when Minho glared at him. 

Minho looked up at the sky noticing it getting darker and darker by the minute. "I need to test something. You see that walker over there?" Seungmin looked over and slowly nodded. "You're going to sneak behind it while it's focused on me and when I tell you to throw it to the floor you're going to listen and hold it down." 

"Are you fucking crazy?" Seungmin asked in disbelief. 

"Do I look it? So, you're going to do what I just told you and I'm going to cut its arms off and we're going to break its jaw." Minho said. 

Seungmin just looked at him mouth agape. "What you are telling me is that I might die just for you to make a puppet out of a walker?!"

"I don't remember those words falling out of my mouth." Minho hummed titling his head beginning to walk towards the selected walker.