Z APOCALYPSE

CHAPTER 24: Shatter

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Baekhyun

All I could hear besides the given noise of the zombies are the wind bashing the rooftop of the prison cell and the echoing windpipes above the ceiling. It was an awful feeling of the cold spirit of a season that's supposedly celebrated happily before.

The stench of rotting smell and caving stagnant water didn't help as I walked mindlessly in the long hallway. I don't know why my feet could still carry my body despite that my adrenaline rush starts depleting and all I'm left is the realization that I'm soaked in cold blood that washed me from my head to my toes.

I felt tired. That kind of tiredness makes me want to vanish in this kind of world.

Tears started blurring my visions. All I could hear are the moans of the zombies that is trapped in the cells, trying to put out their hands outside the bars in an attempt to reach me. My feet are beginning to feel numb and weak and then I finally gave up and crouched down just to feel how sticky I am of the blood from the humans and undead I killed.

I felt the string of sanity starting to pull from end to end. It prickles my eyes. The salty liquid beginning to form and trying to dive through the silence.

What have I done? I killed people today.

The pleading voices of the people that I killed rang on my ears. I shook my head as tears already flowed upon my filthy blood-washed face. I'm trying my best to convince myself that it could have been us in the ground.

"How could I do this?" I asked myself ghostly as I sobbed alone in that dark area. All that answered me back was the moaning and groaning of the mindless, soulless zombies.

"What have I done?!" I cried even harder as I looked into my blood-soaked hands. I can't imagine myself killing people. I can't. And I'm losing myself.

Who am I?

I slide on the wet ground and curled my body to form a ball. Without the adrenaline, I could feel my body getting so tired. I could feel every inch of my body pulsating and the stickiness of the blood covers me like a blanket. A blanket that reminds me that I'm a murderer.

Now I see why the people back there were astonished and disbelief etched on their faces. I'm a killer. I killed them mercilessly.

And some people died. The ones I hesitantly cared about.

This is why as much as possible, I don't want myself to attach to any people. I don't want myself caring for someone, looking for someone, checking, protecting, and showing them how they mean to me because, in these ways, I'm giving up myself in the ability of my heart to break. The reason I want to be distant from people, they die and leave you, and all that's left is your heart-wrenching with the idea that you could have saved them.

I couldn't stop the tears from flowing, nor my sobs and trembling body. This is not me anymore.

When will I realize that everyone will be sooner or later leave me like a nightmare?

"H-Hey..." I heard an unfamiliar voice. Gives me the idea that this person was the only one left alive that is belonged to the captors.

"G-Get the fuck out here." I spat as I wiped the tears with my bloody hands.

"You're the only one I knew who wouldn't kill me." I could sense the fear and sadness in his voice.

"Bless you," I stated insensitively as I sat up, my knees brought up on my chest as I bowed my head and hugged my legs. I can't just let anyone see how weak I am.