Z APOCALYPSE

CHAPTER 30: Touch

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"Food's here," Taehyung practically sang as he and the others set three huge pots of what smelled delicious.

"What do you guys got?" I asked as I paused from cleaning my samurai blade.

"We got beans, corns, and cabbage." Taehyung smiled cheerfully. I smiled back and then I heard Chen called the others.

I noticed that pretty much everyone circled the place already, ready to dig in, yet someone is seemed to be missing.

Where is he?

"Where's Chanyeol?" I asked. Xiumin handed me a cup which we were supposed to put our meals in because we don't have enough plates.

"I guess he's checking around again if our works have been done the way he wanted. Last time he had scolded us for not doing the best we could with the tasks that he had given to us." Jin shrugged as he took a spoon and started eating.

"He took over at our guard posts, Baek," Kris announced. Again?

"I guess, I'll just bring the food to him," I said before standing up. I grab three prisoner cups on the bench and filled them with the varieties of foods that is presented.

"Guys, please do our works accordingly. Our lives are in sake here. One wrong move and we're gone. Next time let's try to put more effort like how Chanyeol struggles to bring us all together." I ended my speech before turning back and began exiting the prison. I walked over to the left guard tower where I thought he would be and I found myself smiling a bit when I'm right.

"Hey," I said. I already had the habit of approaching him in a not so formal way.

He looked at me beside him. I just ignored him and pulled one wooden chair and set carefully the three cups filled with different kinds of meals.

"You should eat? I guess?" I intentionally suggested.

He shrugged before reaching for the cup of beans.

"Thanks." He said before taking a spoonful of it and putting it in his mouth.

"So what's in there?" I asked. Having a good position as I sat on the chair beside him.

"Hm?" He mumbled. The air has been always quite nice here. It's a good place to have some thinking especially when you are stressed.

"What are you thinking? Any plans? New rules? Tasks?" I don't know, I just feel comfortable with him. I feel like we are on the same page of ideas with regards to generating survival tactics.

He continued to eat but I know that he's rocking off his mind to answer me.

"We needed to double our defenses." He spoke. His voice was smoothly deep. Velvety. I found myself liking the way his voice sounded these past few weeks.

"You think so?" I asked again, chewing on my food.

"The number of zombies that are coming towards the prison is getting higher." He said.

"I guess we needed to lay low on going outside the fences for now. Enough with the supply run for now." I suggested.