The Walking Dead AU Oneshot
Prompt: An AU within an AU, The Walking Dead (TV Show) inspired. Zombie Apocalypse. And obviously, this never happened. Don't take this seriously.
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"Jisoo?" The earpiece crackled to life in Jisoo's ear as she panted, gripping at Sehun's bleeding leg.
The alleyway was tight, dumpsters lining the sides.
Trash was scattered everywhere, raided long ago by the hungry living.
"I need backup." Jisoo demanded back. She glanced at the wincing boy in front of her, his barely suppressed screams of agony attracting as much attention as the gunshots that left him this way.
"Hang in there, Sehun." Jisoo murmured, trying a makeshift tourniquet from the scraps of his jacket. "You can make it."
He shook his head violently, and then winced at the effort.
"Tell Xiumin he's-"
"No. Stop. Dammit." Jisoo demanded, speaking through clenched teeth. "Who am I talking to?!" She demanded.
"Lisa."
"Lis, I need backup. He's bleeding out."
A pause.
How could they be hesitating?
"Jisoo." Lisa's voice was heavy, quivering with the effort. "I can't."
"What do you mean you can't?!" Jisoo practically screeched. Another glance at the alleyway behind her showed the walkers gaining on her. There had to be at least fifty, slowly funneling into the alleyway.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Jisoo growled. "Where's Suho? Or Bogum? Or Echo? I need someone to help me carry-"
"The pickup, Jisoo."
A new voice, sterner, and far more reprimanding than Lisa's, came onto the comm.
Chaeyoung.
"What about it?" Jisoo snarled.
"Do you have it?"
Jisoo felt the familiar weight of the backpack on her shoulders, as Chaeyoung asked for. "Yes! I need-"
"-To move. Walkers incoming, both sides." Chaeyoung replied, sharp.
Jisoo noticed the blinking camera, mounted to the top of the lightpost overlooking the alleyway, and cursed her luck.
"Don't....let them...get me." Sehun wailed. "Oh fuck, it hurts!" He was screaming now, and the hisses were only getting louder.
Jisoo chewed the inside of her cheek.
No, no, no.
It wasn't supposed to go like this.
It was supposed to be a clean supply run, there and back. No mistakes. Two of the fastest runners: Sehun, and herself.
Suho and Bogum running a similar op nearby.
They were supposed to rendezvous, to go back to base with the materials that meant life or death to so many.
And then the fucking bandits and their fucking shotguns had to get in the way.
"Jisoo!" Sehun writhed in agony. "Please. Please!"
Jisoo didn't know how much time had passed. She sat there, on her knees, listening to his cries.
She'd known Sehun since they were kids.
