Domino {Skz Zombie Apocalypse}

Chapter Eight

His thoughts were getting foggier. He could barely remember what happened today. There was waking up... then screaming outside... then more screaming inside. Everything was a blur. All that he could think of was how starved he was. God, he was so fucking hungry. He'd just eaten just a week ago- or was it yesterday? Possibly a whole month. Who knows.

A small part of him feels guilty. Why would he feel guilty? Who'd he eat? He tries to remember the person, the face, the voice, even just the name. Nothing. All that he can remember is a dumpling-like smile. It must have been someone he knew.

He knew the infection was getting to him, he knew that he was putting people in danger. Yet, he was so fucking scared. It came in phases, some moments like right now, his head was clearish. Then other moments, it felt like the whole world was blurred out and all he could see was flesh. More and more he started to lose himself.

He tried to stop it. He fought against it so hard but it all was so tiring. He should have left. He should have thrown himself out and admitted to it right away. He should have told everyone before they got into the house so they could leave him outside. Yet he was so fucking terrified. And cowardly. And selfish.

His momentarily breakthrough started to fade away again. He tried to cling onto it the best he could, trying to stop everything from blurring out. His mind slowly started to turn off, rotting from the inside. It hurt, it hurt so bad.

He was wandering. Where? No idea. He went into a room to see a person laying on a bed. Who was that again? He stared for a minute, resisting the urge to pull him apart and rip him to shreds. He was still human. He wasn't infected, not at all. It can't happen.

His mind started to clear again and a name slipped out his lips.

"Changbin?"

The muscular man looked up and Jisung felt his stomach growl. No, he needed to leave before he hurt someone else. Yet, he couldn't stop himself as he walked forward, melting into the older's arms. He buried his face into his chest, resisting the urge to take a huge bite of the muscle.

He needed a distraction.

He started kissing the boy, trying to distract himself from his pounding headache and the painful hunger. Soon, everything started to blur. He lost track of time, where he was, and even who he was. All he could think about was the hunger aching inside of him. He tried to distract himself with sex.

No use.

Finally, his brain has almost rotted to the point where he couldn't even think on his own anymore. Clinging to his last dying thoughts, he whispered to Changbin, tears rolling down his face.

"I'm so sorry, Changbin. I can't hold it anymore."