Overpopulation.
Dwindling resources.
Political unrest.
The world was on the brink of destruction and just when humanity couldn't imagine it getting any worse.....it did.
We called it the Harper Virus, named after the first infected victim.
Transmi...
Barren wastelands stretched out before him; empty now that the riots had taken whatever the virus did not. The skies were barren, no birds flew or sang and all the while the oppressive heat rained down.
The sun hit the curved single edged blade of his katana as he performed a Iaijutsu, a combative quick-draw sword technique which proved useful many times out in the field.
The blade sliced easily through the mangled flesh of the jombi, it's ghastly scream did nothing to evoke guilt from the attacker.
This is what Kim Taehyung did, it was how he made a living and any feelings of remorse were long gone and completely futile.
The role of a tracker was to eliminate any traces of the Harper Virus, there was no cure and so the humane thing to do was end their suffering.
Once the jombi was down Taehyung severed the spinal cord; eliminating the threat.
He marked the sector location using his gps tracking system and then forced his weary body to continue on.
Tomorrow he could finally venture home, hopefully Jungkook had managed to take care of their business successfully in his absence.
Just thinking about returning home caused a rare smile to grace his cracked lips.
He missed it desperately.
Just one final day of tracking and then he could finally rest.
No distractions.
No jobs.
No tracking.
So he thought.
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