Eternally Parallel | WheeTae x TaeIn Drabbles

An Apocalyptic Romance

Wheein always knew she was going to die doing something stupid during the apocalypse. She was no 'final girl.'

So when the zombie apocalypse turned three months old and Wheein realised she was down to the last box of pads, she closed her eyes and knew this was how she was going to die.

When the apocalypse hit South Korea, everyone shored up indoors and supplies were delivered to rooftops via helicopter. But the uptake on things like sanitary pads was a little behind schedule.

Or at least, Wheein's schedule.

Wheein's brilliant solution was to sneak out of the dorm to the convenience store down the street. Her plan was - unsurprisingly - simple. Sneaking out of the dorms was easy. She slipped out in the glow of the evening before it got too dark - not daring to tell any of the girls in case they stopped her. Or even worse - in case they came with her.

Now that would've been REALLY stupid.

At five thirty when the sun glowed orange, Wheein tightened the laces on her best running shoes and pulled on the thickest jacket she owned. Making as little noise as possible so as not to rouse Hyejin, her roommate, from her nap, she rifled through the kitchen drawers for Yong-unnie's favorite knife.

Then, palms sweaty, she tripped out the window - feelings of regret impeding her balance - and landed with a thud on the grass. Taking a deep breath in, she paused, looked steely-eyed into the direction of the decaying maple trees and shot straight down the pavement to the convenience store.

As she ran, legs pounding against the pavement, she didn't dare look left or right. Instead, she streamlined her way down the sidewalk that was empty save for a few trash bags and old cans that rolled around in the wind.

The autumn breeze smelled faintly of rotting flesh as it tore through her hair and the wind burned her skin with how fast she was going. Wheein made a note to take the hottest shower she could afford when she made it back.

If she made it back.

Her thoughts were only accompanied by the sound of her own breathing. Wheein thought, as she watched the wispy clouds flee the sky, that she'd never run so fast in her life.

If she thought she heard a morbid moan or two she tried not to think too much about it and sprinted forward like a gazelle being chased by a pack lions.

Wheein reached the convenience store - blood pumping and legs sweating and feeling brazenly alive.

The store was still standing. It's glass doors and windows were unscathed. The lights were off and the shelves were dusty under the sunset - but that was to be expected. It was as if someone had run out the door at a moment's notice and never came back.

Which Wheein supposed was exactly what happened.

Wheein let out a muffled curse when she swung open the door, which had been left unlocked, and banged it shut, resting against it as she caught her breath.

"Damn," she huffed. Her cheeks were flushed red and her hair stuck to her forehead in tendrils. Her legs felt like lead.

This was a bad idea.

She stared around the convenience store that was a little dim under the fading daylight. Thankfully, the lights still switched on at her command and Wheein breathed a little easier.

First, she went about the tedious work of boarding up the door - just in case. She searched for something heavy - but not too heavy for her to lift and found only a few large umbrellas and an old rickety chair.