One failed experiment has caused the world to slowly deteriorate, transforming most of the population into the living dead. While the remaining humankind struggles to survive at the bottom of the food chain, Jimin was determined to find the scientis...
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Jimin was getting frustrated. He had been staying in the quarantine area of the city for many months now and nothing has ever been progressive. The conservation camps were stacked with ill people, and the cure that was promised since the outbreak started seemed to have been long forgotten. Survival seemed to be the only thing that's left.
Sure, this place looked safe, but Jimin knew it won't last long. This camp, too, will be outran soon. He just felt so.
Jimin stared at the cold soup before taking an exasperated breath under the medical mask he had been using for weeks now.
Rooms were piled up more than it can hold, he had no choice but to stay in the camps with people of any age and condition. Not only that he understood the situation, but he was also in no place to complain.
He was healthier, as what he believes, and so he had to make sure not to get any airborne disease, even if it means re-using the same mask over and over. Otherwise, it would be a lot harder for him to survive.
Ever since he was "rescued" and sent to this place, he wasn't able to go out anymore. He never wanted to get rescued in the first place, he had always been on the run to look for his friend.
That's what he's supposed to do, but he's stuck in the quarantine for months.
Jimin knew the day would come and the camps will be filled with the infected. He had never considered any place safe other than his friend's. He has to escape, he just doesn't know how.
He can barely lay down the stacked beds, so he almost never sleeps at night. He can only be at rest when the people wake up and he can finally take turns with the tough beds.
It has always been like this, dull and repetitive days. But one strange thing intrigued him from staying here though.
When the night comes, he would go out of the camps to stroll. In these nights, he would find random things floating straight to the sky. Even one day when he was drinking from a blue tumbler, it would suddenly float from his hand.
He refused to believe it, he has always thought he's starting to hallucinate from not getting enough rest until one night, he saw a figure of a girl with short hair sitting on a branch of a large tree from afar and she seemed to be staring back at him.
