ChanChang Oneshots

apocalypse

⚠️blood, stabbing, shooting, gun mentions⚠️
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He held his breath as the disgusting terrible smell wafted the air. The smell of death and bodies rotting.

Chan couldn't bare the smell anymore. He hated it. Even more knowing he was probably the only person left on earth.

He walks pass the dead bodies that were once human. Their guts all over the street. His knife in one hand, being cautious about his surroundings.

He heard a low growl behind him and he quickly turns around. Nothing was there.

Chan picked up his pace and rushed out of the street. He needed to head back to his safe place.

Night was about appear. And he couldn't stay out here.

He rushes up the stairs of the apartment. And unlocks the front door. Quickly closing it behind him and barricading the door.

He sighs as he sits in the floor. Placing his knife beside him. He takes off his dirty boots and lays down on the ground.

Feeling tired. He just wanted to sleep.

But his stomach growled and he needed to eat something.

He gets up and goes into the small kitchen. The only thing lighting it up was a candle.

He grabs a can of corn and opens it. Not bothering to reheat it up. Eating it straight out of the can.

He jumped up a bit as he heard banging coming from his door. The low growls emerging from the place.

He blows the candle out and stays quiet. Carefully moving to grab his knife.

He reaches the weapon and scoots back. The growls and groans moving away and onto the next door.

Chan lets out a sigh of relief. He honestly didn't have the energy to deal with the zombies.

He finishes his corn and gets ready for bed. He sets up the blankets and sleeping bag on the floor and changes out of his clothes.

He needed to wake up early to find more food. And maybe, hopefully someone else.

Chan gets into the blankets and sighs as his body gets warmed up.

Sleep soon taking over.
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Tired. Legs weak and wobbly. Body covered in blood that wasn't his.

He pushed himself to keep running. He need to survive.

He trips on his feet and groans as he lands on the dirt.

He quickly rushes back to his feet but the zombies behind him had grabbed his backpack.

He could just drop it. But he needed it. It had everything he needed to survive.

He was able to count 5 around him. He slips out his bag and starts stabbing the dead.

Groaning as he swings his knife into the skulls. The body slumping down.

Changbin groans as he can't retrieve his knife from the skull. Cursing as he pulls with all his strength but nothing.

He feels hands grabbing onto him and his heart picked up.

He reaches into his boot and pulls out a small revolver, quickly cocking it and shooting the zombies head.

The blood and brains splattering al over his face. Ears ringing as he shot in close range.

He shoots the other three. The bodies hitting the ground with a thud.

Changbin was breathing heavily. That was the most terrifying thing to experience.

He wipes away the blood and brains and picks up his things.