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...
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A layer of blood crusted around Jungkook's fingers while specks of dirt hid beneath his fingernails. He pressed his hands between his thighs, staring down at the table blankly. The house was silent, not an exhale of breath or footstep to be heard. He couldn't meet Carol's eyes - too afraid to drown in the whirlpool of emotion. His own eyes were puffy and red, the tip of his nose had grown pink from constantly wiping away his snot and the skin on his lips was chewed off, making them grow dry and start to crack.
The three of them were silent as they sat in the living room, none of them having the courage to say what needed to be done. Jungkook felt like he was suffocating in his unsaid thoughts and suppressed emotions. A string of thought brushed through his head, leading him to wonder if it would've been better for him to wander through the forest alone than to experience whatever this was.
It felt like an eternity had passed since he and Carol had buried Mika among the flowers, felt like he had aged a year every time he shoveled dirt on her body, felt like a part of him was chipping away with every second passed in silence. He couldn't take it anymore, his body was breaking down from the inside and he couldn't sit back and watch it happen, not like last time. He didn't want to lose his mind again.
Jungkook dragged his eyes up from the table to look at Tyreese, who was leaning against the kitchen island with Judith lying against his chest. His face was cloudy, the only thing he could decipher was the torment in his eyes. He then looked at Carol. The woman's eyes were blank as she stared at the window on the opposite side of the room. Her hands were draped over the table, fingers kept curling and uncurling from time to time.
A slow breath slipped through Jungkook's nose and his tongue dug into his cheek, he glanced up at Tyreese and found the man staring back at him with a little more clarity. Tyreese swallowed and eyed the pair sitting at the table before peeling his lips apart and shattering the silence with the sledgehammer that were his words, "I brought her some food." Carol inhaled sharply at hearing his voice, blinking rapidly as if she had just snapped out of her thoughts, "Cleared out her room, made sure she didn't have any knives. Anything like that." His voice was soft, almost placating.
What followed was a moment of silence where they tried to find the strength to continue speaking. Jungkook observed Tyreese and could see that the man had something more to say but he also picked up on his hesitation to say it. They made eye contact and Jungkook gave him the barest of nods to encourage him to say what was on the tip of his tongue.
