Domino {Skz Zombie Apocalypse}

Chapter Six

He couldn't believe it. They killed Felix. They killed Felix. And Jeongin didn't even do anything about it. Guilt ate him from the inside out. In that moment, it felt like his whole brain shut off and his body went numb. By the time he finally was thinking straight, it was too late. Their sunshine boy was already getting ripped apart by the hungry mouths of the undead. It was all his fault.

Felix did kill Hyunjin. Still, was that enough to throw him out? Maybe he could have fought against the infection. They could have locked him up in a room. They could have shot him in the head. They could have done anything but throw him out like that. So cruel, so mercilessly. He didn't recognize his friends anymore.

Jeongin sighed loudly, unable to pull himself from Felix's room. He sat in his bed, holding his old plushies, pictures of everyone, and his Changbin pillow.

Jeongin felt another pang in his stomach and he felt like throwing up. Guilt was consuming him. The Changbin pillow. Felix prized the pillow and the person, idolizing him. Yet Changbin was the first to grab Felix under his arms and drag him out. He was scared of what his group mates were capable of.

The other two who seemed the most horrified besides him were Chan and Jisung. After Felix was thrown out, Jisung immediately locked himself in his own room. When Jeongin walked by the door, he heard soft sobs. Chan on the other hand disappeared. The house was huge so members often did that to get alone time.

Chan seemed to take it the hardest. Jeongin couldn't blame him. Of course, he didn't blame Chan. He was trying to protect the group, he probably didn't predict them to throw out Felix so instantly. Still, if Chan didn't say anything about Felix's wound, he would still be here. But if he was still here then would Felix have killed the rest of them? A small part of Jeongin was glad he was gone.

What is he thinking?! Of course he is not glad Felix was gone. What they had done was cold-blooded and inhumane of them. He was losing his mind. No, he was losing his humanity.

Jeongin shook his head, standing up and dropping Felix's plushies back in his bed. He walked out the room, looking back at it one last time before closing the door behind him.

He decided to go look for Chan. Their leader has been gone too long. Honestly, he was the only one he trusted at the moment. Everyone seemed so different. It was painful to watch. Only Chan seemed somewhat the same.

Jeongin didn't find him in his room, nor the basement, or the supply room. He sighed, getting tired of running around looking for this big baby. He could possibly be in the attic where they kept their weapons: the few guns they had, some ammunition, and makeshift knives. Quite pathetic honestly.

He pulls down the ladder and immediately gets attacked by a cloud of dust. He coughs, swatting away the puffs of dust. Jeongin is met by darkness and he is sure Chan isn't in here but he checks anyway.

He climbs in the attic, stumbling around until he finally finds the flashlight they kept in here. He switched it on and the beam of light lit up part of the room. Nothing by the guns, no Chan.

Just as he was about to give up, the light caught something. A foot. He swiveled the light in that direction and his whole body felt like it got dumped in icy water. Jeongin stared in horror at Chan, his body hanging from a rope around his neck.

"Three people in less than twenty four hours." Minho croaked out, holding onto a distressed Jisung. Usually Jisung was able to say something, he was the best with his words but right now he seemed at a loss of them.

"Why would he do that?" Seungmin mumbled, his voice shaking. He was curled up by Jeongin. He was trying to comfort the younger since he had to be the one to find Chan but it ended up with Jeongin comforting him.

"I don't know." Changbin whispers, his voice thick with tears. He buries his face in his hands, small sobs escaping him. "Oh God, I don't know."

"I can't do this anymore." Changbin blurts out miserably, standing up. Every pair of eyes are on him and his tear stained face. He shakes his head and hurries to his room.Everyone was very worried by his words. Especially since Chan's death just happened. They didn't want another suicide.

"I'll talk to him." Jisung whispers, getting up from his spot beside Minho. He walks away, towards Changbin's room.