Nobody would ever forget the faithful morning that changed everything. That ruined people's life's forever. The day the zombie outbreak started.
A dangerous new rabies like virus that infected thousands and thousands of innocent people, reaking hav...
Okay so pretty scary shit is mentioned in this chap, so If that's not your cup of tea I really recommend for you to skip this chapter. Luv yuhs- flamboyant cockroach author nim 💅💕🐢✨
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Yes, it did sound cliche. But it was true, everything was currently moving in slow motion. Breaths sounded out slowly, as eyes stared emptily at the dead bodies of the infected sprawled upon the floor. Horror. That was about the best word to describe the look on everyone's face. Complete and utter horror.
Everybody in the room felt it, except for Taehyung of course. His face was blank, void of color. Lips, eyes, both bone dry. His fingers clenched and unclenched against the handle of the blooded knife, which was currently resting in his clammy palm.
His almond eyes stared, stared at the dead bodies on the floor. Stared at Jaehyungs bleeding neck. Everything moved slowly, oh so slowly, almost not at all.
Wind blew into the house through the shattered glass, chilling the air further. It was cold, oh so fucking cold. But somehow the air was still completely stagnant..
Taehyung stayed frozen, his mind racing. The buzz he had felt was slowly fading, as the harshness of reality smacked him across the face. Shoulders tensed, as eyes narrowed. He pushed it away, that feeling. He promised himself he would never feel it again. Never.
But low and behold he had failed at the task, it ate him up. Sucked his soul away through a straw. Slowly, very slowly, it had gone away. Leaving his body empty.
Josh's eyes were stuck on Taehyung. He knew exactly what thoughts were flowing through his head. And oh how he dreaded it. So very much.
Josh was terrified, but not at the events that had just taken place. Sweat dripped down his face, he was horrified of taehyung. It all hit him like a bus, with so much force it felt as if his soul momentarily left his body.
He remembered, I mean how could he not. The empty look on Tae's younger face, blood splattered. Painting the young boys' features in abstract horror.
Two years ago, on a cold December night. Josh and Taehyung were walking home together. It was cold, so fucking cold.
They were at a sketchy part of town, where it wasn't necessarily smart for two highschoolers to walk by themselves. Especially at almost midnight. But that factor didn't stop the two boys, infact, it didn't scare them in the slightest.
Breaths fanned out into the air in small clouds, as it was just that cold. The two boys' steps echoed through a dark alleyway, the dirty pipes in which hung off the walls rattled. Seemingly on the verge of collapsing.
As Josh and Tae continued on their way, they didn't notice the group of thugs trailing behind them. Not until a gruff voice spoke out through the air.
