My body followed this man, but my eyes stayed at the empty space where the elevator was. I couldn't ask questions in this moment because I was too in pain. My heart was throbbing and my legs felt weak.
I snapped into reality when I heard the click of a door once again. The man motioned me to sit on his bed as he stood in front of me. "Who are you." He asked. "You just dragged me into your hotel room, shouldn't you answer that question for me first?" I calmed my breath down so I could speak.
"Im Lee Taeyong. I know how suspicious this is of me, but just listen. I know people would usually think the opposite with taking someone in, but I think its a good idea." I observed his visuals. He was a bit of a petite person, but still taller than me. His hair was a messy dark purple, and his button up shirt was slightly torn.
"im... Kim Jiwon.."
"Jiwon, I see you dont have any weapons or supplies. I want to help you. I have a plan to escape too."
"Oh." I say, not really paying attention. My head drops low just thinking about how I want to disappear.
He looks a bit guilty, very obviously not wanting to ask me about it. "Who was in there? Your boyfriend?"
I nod my head, trying so hard to keep myself from crying it hurts my head. "Im sorry." He says a bit quietly. He walks over to the a dresser drawer, and then stops himself before opening it. "Do you have a bite?" I look up at him. "No."
"I not fucking weird okay?" He suddenly blurted out, which startled me. "No, its.. not that." "I didn't want to be shallow. I wouldn't leave you out there like that. I mean, you probably would have been so depressed to not care anymore."
I flinch."Excuse you?" He flusters and clarifies himself. "I- Im just assuming if someone lost another person, they would probably.. give up.. I mean thats what I would probably do. Im too weak."
"No.. your not wrong. I would have probably cried in that spot until one of them would come along and bit me." It really hurt. It hurt so much to watch him die. That drop would have killed him instantly.
Taeyong slides open his drawer and takes out a large shotgun. "Actually, ive lost a lot of people, but I have no time to grieve because im making my way north. Im going to pick up a friend. Hes probably scared shitless. I heard things started happening down there."
I look over his large collection of weapons. He starts to shove them in a duffel bag at the end of the bed. "I.. dont have a ride, but It will be safe enough to walk anyways."
"Walk? Are you delusional?"
"Yes, down the highway, its okay. Theres nothing over there anyways, and even if we do run into anything, it'll only be a few." He puts in the last gun.
"When are we leaving?"
"Tomorrow morning."
a/n this was so shitty and boring but ok
