Domino {Skz Zombie Apocalypse}

Chapter Nine

Changbin was perplexed by Jisung's words. Out of curiosity, he opened his eyes. He gasped in horror. His eyes were completely white, red veins running through his eyeball. He tried to push him off but the quokka boy had gained an inhuman strength. His eyes looked sad for a moment, glossed over. Then it was gone in a flash, replaced by a pure look of anger and hunger.

He screamed out, hoping someone would save him. In mid scream, Jisung attacked. He let out a pained wail as blood spurted across his face, hot waves of pain going through his body. He reached a shaky hand up to see what had happened to him, still trying to push the infected Jisung off of him. He almost passed out when he realized his nose was gone. He could see bits of flesh in Jisung's mouth as he chewed, blood dripping down on Chanbin's already distorted face.

Jisung leans down again, this time taking a bite out of Changbins's cheek. He screamed out, scrambling to get the zombie off of him with no luck. He felt his cheek get stretched out and then an unbearable feeling of his skin getting pulled past his limits. He heard a ripping sound and more pain followed along with the blood. His cheek was gone.

Jisung kept doing this, taking a bite out of Changbin's face and sitting there for a moment, chewing on his skin, then going back for more. By the time the other members were able to get a gun from the attic and head to his room, Changbin was already gone. There was no face to remember. Just so much blood.

Minho held the gun, horrified at the now dead Changbin. His hand shook as Jeongin and Seungmin stood behind him. Of course he had to take charge now since the eldest had died and he was the best shot with the gun.

The zombie turned around and Minho's face fell, betrayal and sadness written all over it. There he was. Han Jisung. His eyes all white out, his skin now a pale gray, and blood all over his face and clothes. Minho noticed how Jisung's eyes seemed to soften for a moment, a bloodied hand reaching out as if to feel one last time.

Minho couldn't shoot. How could it be Jisung? He was so confused, betrayed, and most of all, heart broken. That was his best friend, his soulmate. His hand trembled and the last bit of Jisung was gone, the life going out of his eyes. The infected growled at him and he shot, closing his eyes.

Minho heard the sound of a bullet going through skin. He opens his eyes, feeling horrible. That's when he realizes that he only shot Jisung in the arm. The zombie just growls, unaffected by the blood dripping from his arm. Before he can react, the zombie jumps at Seungmin. He quickly hits him with the butt of the gun before he could do any real damage. Jeongin who had a knife quickly lodges it into Jisung's neck but it does nothing to them. They have to run.

He grabs the wrist of a surprised Seungmin and drags him out, knowing Jeongin is following. He drags the younger man out of the room, attempting to close the door on his old friend's face but he just pushes right through, snarling at him. At this point, he barely looked like Jisung anymore. His eyes were all white and filled with so much anger. His mouth was in a snarl and was dripping blood and a black liquid. There were wounds on his body that they had inflicted on him when they tried to kill him but he didn't seem to care. He only had one goal, which was them.

Minho knew they couldn't stay in such a cramped place with the infected. They weren't typical zombies. They were fast and abnormally strong. The only way to kill them was a shot to the head.

Going outside would be fucking dumb but what choice did they have? Minho couldn't shoot him. God, he was so weak. That was his best friend– or atleast used to be. He continues to drag Seungmin through the house, Jeongin following behind. He tried to ignore how the growls seemed to be getting closer and closer.

He runs to the front door and busts through it, ignoring the pain that shit through his shoulder when he did so. While running out, he almost trips over a hand that looked rather small.

He is still holding onto Seungmin as he looks behind, seeing Jeongin. Not far behind was Jisung, growling and grabbing for Jeongin. He cried out, slowing down. He couldn't let Jeongin die.

Since he slowed down, Seungmin hadn't adjusted to the pace. He watched Seungmin trip over him, tumbling down with him. Minho fell to the ground with a hard this, gasping for air as the breath was knocked out of him. He let go of Seungmin's hand and the gun as well. It slid away from him, too far for him to reach.

"Fuck hyung!" Jeongin yelped, jumping over them. He almost fell, stumbling over his feet. Turning around, Jisung was still running, about to jump on Seungmin who was struggling to get up.

Jeongin grabbed the gun off the ground and pointed it at Jisung. Without thinking, he pulled the trigger. Somehow, thanks to a miracle, he hit him in his head, dead in-between his eyes. The infected fell to the ground almost immediately, blood and black gooey substances dripping from the bullet hole.

No one spoke for a minute, all too paralyzed by fear.