Domino {Skz Zombie Apocalypse}

Chapter Three

So hungry... So fucking hungry.

That's all he could think. It was almost as if a fog was slowly drifting through his thoughts, making it hard to focus on anything. Except the hunger.

He was walking. When did he get out of his bed? He couldn't even remember. It was the dead of night but he didn't need to see. He could practically smell the food. Yummy food.

He pushed open a door and saw a sleeping form on the bed. He walked closer, curious on why it smelled so good. He looked down at the face, feeling like it was oddly familiar. It was so blurry. Why couldn't he remember?

The boy's eyes flutter open. He felt panic spread through him as the boy squinted through the dark room, trying to see who it was. Soon his panic was overrode by something else. Hunger.

Hyunjin, it was Hyunjin. He smelled so utterly delicious though. The dark fog in his brain thickened as he leaned down. He heard a voice... whose voice was that? It didn't matter. He pulled the fabric away from the boy's body and leaned down.

He let his teeth sink into the boy's flesh. The boy tried to scream but he shoved a pillow in his face, silencing him. The familiar stranger squirmed in his grasp, trying to escape him but he couldn't stop himself.

He bit into the flesh again, this time pulling a chunk off. He heard a distant muffled cry but continued, finally feeling his hunger slowly edge away. He ate at the boy's stomach, ripping his flesh off, chewing on the warm skin. Soon blood filled his mouth and he loved the sweet taste of it. He could hear wailing and cries of pain so far in the distance, so quiet. Still he ate.

There was no more skin left. So he went deeper. He started chewing on something slimy and long. He munched slowly and carefully savoring every bite of the rather long delicacy. Pained moans filled his ears but he ignored it. In the back of his mind he knew this was wrong. He knew that he was eating his friend's intestines, moving deeper into him while he was still alive. That part of his brain was so rotted at this point that it hurt to even think about it.

As time passed, the moving of the person began to slow. Their movements became weaker and their breathing shallow. Still, he feasted. He feasted until he reached bone, licking the blood and organ bits of the ribcage. Soon, the body under him stilled, taking one final breath.

His senses snap back in. Oh no, what has he done?