Degeneration

Chapter 1: An Hour Before Chaos

Namjoon was laying on his bed, only in a white muscle t-shirt and black boxer briefs. He scratched at his strawberry blonde colored hair that almost looked like it could be blonde.; he had dyed it a couple days ago.
      He was writing lyrics for his new song he was planning to release on his SoundCloud. Since he had grown up in the streets of Seoul, he learned to rap and flourished his skills by rap battling.
      He started to rap the lyrics in his head, seeing what it would sound like so when he heard something.
BANG
       What the fuck? he thought as he laid his notebook down and got up off the bed to see what that had been.
        Getting off the bed and moving over to his window, that has a good view of the parking lot to his apartment, he glanced out to see what was happening. In the setting sunlight, he didn't see anything but cars and the city beyond that wall blocking in the parking lot.
        Then he saw something by the front door of the building.
         A guy with dyed red hair and black baggy clothes banged on the front door. You had to be buzzed up or have a keycard to swipe on the magnetic pad to get it open. And of course he didn't know who on earth this guy was, but he knew that he'd likely didn't live there, since he hadn't seen him before.
        "LET ME IN! PLEASE! HELP!" The guy kept banging on the door.
        Namjoon has a puzzled look as he was confused what the hell was going on with this guy. Then he saw what was happening with this guy.
        A man with a black bowl cut, a t-shirt with giant blood stained on it and baggy pants and one sneaker was coming after him, limping, but trying to get him. His face was also stained with blood and his skin was a strange grey color and his veins were green and protruding.
        Feeling that something was wrong, Namjoon moved to his front door in a couple seconds and went out his door. Running down the hall and the stairwell, he soon was in the lobby, which was abandoned looking with nobody behind the desk.
       "HELP ME!" The redheads guy asked as Namjoon ran over.
       Opening the door quickly, the guy ran in, sliding trough the gap and fell to the floor with a hard thud as the guy with the bowl cut hair caught up to their location. Namjoon slammed the door in front of the man and the bowl cut haired guy hit the door with force, leaving his dark blood from his face on the door.
       His eyes had cataracts over the dark brown pupils that almost looked black. A part of his cheek was missing, looking like someone had torn a piece of his skin off to reveal the muscle. He also had a large bit mark on his wrist, a deep wound covered in dried blood; this guy honestly looked dead.
      "Thank you...." The redheaded guy on the floor panted out, getting up.
      "What the hell is with that guy?" Namjoon asked, still staring at bowl cut guy, who was now beating his bloodied fist on the door. It wasn't hard though, acting like the guy couldn't use his strength to hit on the glass like a normal person could.
      "I dunno." The redhead guy said. "I was just waiting for a bus down the street and he was just bloody like that. Then he tried to bite me. I dodged him and ran, and ended up here. Oh, and I'm Hoseok, by the way."
      "Namjoon. Shit, this guy looks dead."
      "I think he is." Hoseok said as he leaned on the lobby's couch. "Why are you in your undies?"
      Namjoon looked down, being in his undies and barefoot, his legs a little bit tan like the rest of his body. "I ran down to help you."
     "Ok. Well I think-oh shit."
     Namjoon looked out the door as Hoseok glanced out the door with wide eyes and a o shape on his lips; fear was on his face.
     And for good reason.
     Outside, behind the guy with a bowl cut was another guy coming closer in a slow pace. He looked bloodier than the bowl cut guy and another guy was behind him with bloody hair and a limp as part of his leg was ripped off, both coming towards the door.
     "Come on, help me!" Namjoon said and started to get the lobby furniture, putting it up at the front door.
      They had to barricade the entrance to the lobby, since it seemed the bowl cut guy was just the first of these men that would come and bust the door down.