Jungkook never thought that he'd find a home behind a four metre tall fence and concrete walls, but with the help of the Woodburians, the growing group turned the place into a sanctuary for all. That's until the group was tested by a deadly virus an...
The stench of the dead tickled Jungkook's nose and filled his lungs with the scent of rot. Their growls scratched at his eardrums and left a trail of goosebumps on his arms. His boots dragged across the ground, perfectly in sync with the group of walkers surrounding him. There were four of them and Jungkook could see another one stumbling towards them to join their group.
Jungkook had started his walk alone and was joined by the first two walkers. When it had happened, he wondered if they smelled him underneath the stench of rot but when the walkers stayed pliant and just trailed after him, he wondered if they were attracted to the sound of his footsteps and movement. The other two walkers were attracted to the noises the first two were making and the one that joined now was attracted to the loud growls and shuffling sounds the group was emitting.
Being surrounded by the dead made his heart pump faster and hands tremble. The hood thrown over his head hid the expression of dread sown into his features but it didn't hide the clench of his jaw and his pursued lips. Occasionally, he tilted his head up and surveyed the direction they were heading in, only to tilt it back down when his eyes latched onto the rotten face of the woman next to him.
The woman wore a grey wool sweater and oversized mom jeans, they were falling down her hips, revealing the line of her thong and the butterfly tattoo on her hip. Her blond hair was drenched in blood and dirt, while her eye was ripped out of her socket and a bite mark decorated her cheek.
Jungkook didn't allow his mind to stray toward the backstories of these walkers, he didn't want to think that these were once humans with emotions, dreams and families. Thinking about it would lead him to imagine himself, or the people he knows, in their places. Wandering around aimlessly in search of their next meal, chewing through anything living without any thought or purpose behind it.
But as he walked among them, he started to feel as though he was one of them. Walking aimlessly without anyone by his side, not a hint of emotion caressing his heart or a stray thought weaving through his mind. Just moving forward one step at a time, one exhale of breath after the other. The only difference between them was that Jungkook could still feel pain, whether it be from his dislocated shoulder or losing his group. Perhaps being one of them is so much easier than still being alive.
Jungkook exhaled a slow breath, tilting his head up to peer up at the sky. There was a cloud of black smoke swirling through the sky, the burning building seemed quite far from where he was walking and he could only guess that it was the same one he saw when he was still with Taehyung.
