Saved by an Idol- A Post Apocalyptic Romance

No Longer Alone

Taemin walked quietly through the abandoned streets of Seoul, his ears open to any and every sound. Almond shaped brown eyes surveyed his surroundings, taking in what once was a beautiful, bustling city; now a wasteland of beaten up and broken buildings, streets littered with decomposing, rotting bodies. Trash and debris laid all over the earth, something that caused the young man to feel disgust.

Sure the world had descended into apocalyptic chaos and people were killing people a lot more than they used to, but couldn't those who were alive pick up their garbage when they saw it? I mean, yeah, most of the time everyone was being chased after by dead people that wanted to eat your brains, but come on! Stake 'em, shoot 'em, do something, and once they were dead, pick up any trash you see on the ground! How hard was that?! Though at the moment, he was much better. Taemin crept over the trash, careful not to make any noise aside from the soft patter of his shoes touching the ground.

In one hand, he clutched a small dagger, having picked it up along his search for his brothers, in the other he held an axe. Both weapons bloodied from the use of dispatching zombies that had tried to do away with him. Still, being dirty and not looking as clean as he was accustomed to, he marched through the streets of death and decay in search of any sign of life or food. The wind picked up, sending the stench to assault his sense of smell, causing him to scrunsh up his nose ins disgust. He pulled the bandana further over his nose, as if it would protect him from the horrid smell, making his way further down the streets.

His eyes landed on what use to be a boarding school for girls, a very prestige school for very important people. His stomach growled at the prospect of possibly finding food. Surely there was a kitchen full of untouched food? His stomach growled, having not eaten in two days. Bringing his hand to his stomach, he groaned. I know. I know. I'm trying. He patted his flat stomach, trying to convince it to stop growling before it attracted a Z as he started on his way toward the building and all of the yummy food his mind was imagining.

It took him no time at all to reach the school, taking down a few lurking zombies before he reached a door that was smashed in. He sighed, thinking about how lucky he was to have an easy way in, and slipped quietly past the threshold. Inside the main floor, Taemin crept quietly through the empty corridor, using his axe handle to tap against the lockers to attract any Z's hiding around the corner. It didn't take long before the grunt and groaning reached his ears as well as their sluggish footfalls. Taemin readied himself with his axe and dagger, his eyes locked on the open space, his ears focusing on the sounds. The second his eyes caught sight of the rotting corpse, he swung, sticking his blade into the softened skull. Zombie after zombie he took them down, careful, always careful, to stay away from their hands and mouth.

Finally, dispatching the last one, he moved silently up the stairs and through the next hall, this time shocked to find the hall empty. Surely a big place like this had more walking dead than this. The second floor held only a hand full of zombies, to which he dispatched quickly and continued to the top floor. He wasn't sure why he was moving up still, seeing as the cafeteria was on the first floor, but something was telling him to keep looking.

On the third floor he found a small hoard trying to push their way through a closed door. Hmmm, Knowing they were trying to get in for a reason, he slinked forward, stepping carefully toward them. If he could rid himself of this danger, he could potentially find out what was behind door number one.

Rearing back his dagger, he slammed it forward into the soft tissue of what once was a teenage male, six or seven years his junior. Taemin yanked his blade free as another on, much older - possible a professor, turned around and groaned at him. Taemin felt an empathetic twinge of guilt. The man had been his teacher in his last year of school. He executed the same actions, pushing the blade of his dagger into the soft tissue, pulling it out as what once was his old teacher sank to the ground. Dead.

Once the last three were gone, with a pounding heart and an empty stomach, he opened the door, noticing the way it had been rendered almost broken in half, and slipped inside. It took Taemin less than half a second to realize that the zombies had been trying to get to a girl inside the room. She was preoccupied with three zombies she had trapped against the wall with a desk, but instead of moving to help her, he stood there and watched as she took them out; one by one with what appeared to be a kitchen knife.

As she finished with the last one, Taemin walked closer, his eyes taking her in. She was shorter than him, maybe by a foot, with greasy black hair, and slightly pale skin. She looked like she hadn't seen the outside in months. As cold as it was in there, he noticed that instead of wearing warm clothes, she was dressed in gym clothes. Shorts that left her from mid thigh to right above her ankle, where the tops of her boots stopped, open to the winter air as well as the teeth and nails of any zombies. Her top, once white, was now a nasty looking brownish red, stained by the rotten blood of the zombies she had killed. Her hair was down, curled at the ends, full and thick.

He stepped forward, carefully reaching out so as not to startle her too much, but for a moment, seeing another living person, he began to fade away from the apocalypse around them and touched her shoulder before opening his mouth. Sadly for him, before words could leave his lips, she had clocked him right in the face. Pain shooting from his jaw and spreading throughout the right side of his cheek almost instantly. A groan shot from his mouth, his eyes squeezing together tightly as he took a step back to give them some distance while putting up his hands in defense/surrender.