Kill to Die, Die to Kill

Days Gone By

Day 256.

It's quiet, as it has been for the past eight months. The omega walked down the deserted highway that lead out of Seoul towards one of the many neighborhoods in the skirts of the city, not out of desire but of necessity. Food was scarce, nothing surprising at this stage of the apocalypse that brought him here, and just like the monsters inside the concrete maze rotten city, he had to move to find something to eat.

One gets used to the smell of the corpses and dried blood after a while, to the point where the fresh air of the forests in the suburban area of the city was a strange stench to the nose. The omega scrunched his nose softly upon the lack of the potent smell, as refreshing as it may have been. He looked around, paying close attention to his surroundings.

Silence. Just as he expected.

No groans, shootings, screams, nothing: just the nature. Birds didn't seem to bother the monsters, at least not in the way other animals like dogs or feisty cats did. It's been a long time since he saw a dog, they didn't stood a chance when owners had to decide between their lives or their precious pet's. Dan sighed and shook his head, trying to get the thought off of his head: there's no use of thinking of that right now. The young omega walked silently, holding his baseball bat close as the hood of his sweatshirt covered his head from the fresh morning dew. The last thing he needed was to catch a cold and perish of it after fighting off the monsters for months.

A turned up car was laying in the middle of the hallway, and Dan approached it as usual. He opened the back door to find one of his backpacks, ignoring the moaning of the buckled up monster in the front seat. She must've been an omega, but honestly there's no way for him to know who she was or what she was doing by the time she died. The only thing that gave any clarity to her identity were her torned and dirty clothes as she tried to weakly grab him, her long thin hair that fell towards the car roof and her decaying feminine traits: most of the times she was quite passive, usually fighting to reach him for a couple of minutes until she eventually gave up. Same thing as always, this unknown woman was her only "friend".

―Morning, Jin Ae. Thanks for taking care of my stuff. ―he muttered, listening to her groans in response as she ceased to try to grab him. He sighed softly, took a couple of the crackers he had hidden in the backseat and ate one. ―So nice of you. You're such an angel. ―eating another cracker, he sat on the pavement, resting his back on the car door as he observed the calm forest scenery accompanied of the soft groans from the monster inside the car. Covering his legs with the empty backpack, he thought of how he hasn't seen any other human being in a long, long time, let alone talked with one. ―I saw a cat the other day, Jin Ae. She had a litter of kittens, but they were all skittish. I don't blame them at all, they know better than to trust a human. I hope they're okay, especially the babies... They're so small, weak, they'd be anything's snack if they're not careful enough. But at least they got their mommy. ―he sighed, fidgeting his fingers for a couple of moments until he breathed deeply, trying to calm himself. ―I hope they're okay...

He looked upon the cloudy sky: it was time to get going. He stood up quickly, put his backpack on and stared at Jin Ae, or at least that's the name he gave her, before closing the backseat door.

―I'll be back, if nothing kills me.

Jin Ae reached out to him, trying to grab the omega as he walked away towards the suburban houses not so far into the wooded foliage next to the highway. Millionaires used to live here, back when everything was normal and he was at the very end of any pyramid available. Social pyramid? Indebted living in the slums; Second gender pyramid? He was below it: A recessive omega. Most of his life he could pass as a beta as long as he wore a cologne strong enough to hide his very subtle smell, but incidents still happen as long as there were either a dominant alpha or an alpha horny enough to notice something was off. Omegas were more subtle regarding his status, but he didn't missed the pity smiles whenever the recessiveness of his gene was brought up; the only upside he could see is that he didn't had to deal with heats the way a normal omega would in this new world order.