"Was that a fucking zombie!? Please tell me that was NOT a fucking zombie!"
A story in which a zombie apocalypse breaks out and two twinks, a power bottom, one police officer, an aspiring actor, and two thugs, have to figure out how to survive.
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Jung Hoseok never really had high expectations for his life.
He always thought that there's no point in shooting for the stars if you didn't have enough money to get there. So, as he always did, he settled for less.
However, he never thought he'd be in such a horrible predicament.
He worked for a small gang, packaging drugs and illegal weapons and sometimes loading unconscious women into the back of U-haul trucks. He never liked crime, he actually dreamt of becoming a police officer as a child. Ever since his mother was found dead with scattered limbs about the bottom of a river bank, he always pledged to do good in his life.
Sucks to be him.
He's packaging bricks of what looks like purple cocaine when he hears gun shots.
It's not unlikely to hear them in the neighborhood he lived in. It still sends shivers down his spine, though. He's rather sensitive to loud noises. Curtsey to his abusive father who always yelled at him and broke things whenever he was drunk.
"Another shootout?" He hears his partner say. He was a young boy, about eighteen years old with huge, curious brown eyes, a large boxy smile, and messy brown hair that was always messy.
Taehyung was his name.
"Guess so," Hoseok mumbles, flipping his red locks off his forehead. His attempt fails miserably. "It's always some dumb shit happening."
"It's the hood," says another voice, beside Taehyung. "What do you expect?"
"Shut up Kyungsoo, like you actually rep that gang shit you be talking about." Hoseok snaps, finishing packing the kilos of whatever the purple stuff is called.
"What's this called again?" Taehyung asks, as if he read Hoseok's mind.
"It's called Alpha X. And basically, this shit can get you high so fast, you can blink and your ass will be floating." Kyungsoo answers. He was a slightly buff Chinese man with a small mustache forming on his upper lip. He looked like an actor or a celebrity. Hoseok looks at him wearily.
"You ain't smoke it, did you?"
"You don't smoke it, you snort it."
"And i- oop." Taehyung says under his breath.
There's more series of gun shots and even yelling. It almost sounded like the BGM for a war movie.
"Damn," Kyungsoo tsks, removing his gloves and wiping the purple substance from his pants. "They really going at it."
The three share a look before deciding they were done for the day. Hoseok grabbed his bag, taking his gun out and placing it in the waistband of his joggers. Where he lived, he always had to carry his gun. Not that anyone was looking for him, but it made him feel safe.
