till the end of the line • myg
➜ the world has ended and everything you have ever loved died with it. now, you have nothing but a gunshot, an old van, and most importantly - him.
pairing: yoongi x (n) reader
genre: angst, angst, angst, angst • zombie apocalypse au
warnings: lowkey horror, violence, language, disgusting zombies
A/N: this took me an awful lot to finish so i hope you guys like it! don’t hesitate to send your opinions about it!
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It’s been exactly fifteen days since you arrived here.
The mansion many kilometers away from the city was the only refuge you could find. The gigantic property was abandoned, so no alarms echoed when you managed to jump over the wall and get into the house.
If you were in different conditions, you would have enjoyed the place more. Comfortable king-sized beds to sleep in - way better than sleeping at the back seat of that broken car -, beautifully decorated rooms, luxury and technology everywhere. Not that it was of any help, since the house had no electricity and the generator has been stolen, but somehow, the water system still worked here. You took your first decent bath in more days than you could count. There were also some clothes remaining in the closets - clothes that, when the world was still what it used to be, you would have no money to buy because they were just too expensive. But today, money doesn’t matter. These were simply clothes.
The best part was when you found food in the kitchen. You almost couldn’t believe your eyes; the cabinets were full of canned food and snacks within the expiration date. Honestly, you didn’t even remember how it feels to have your stomach full since fifteen days ago. For the first time in many days you could sleep, eat and feel like a human being again.
You stare at the last sardine can near your foot - the last edible thing in the house which you ate five days ago. It has been three days since all the faucets of the house stopped working. Your throat is so dry that it hurts, your stomach aches. Your blood pressure is so low that you can barely walk.
And, after two weeks of silence, you hear the first grunt.
The instinctive part of your brain is yelling at you, telling you to get up and run away, to grab that baseball bat and defend yourself. But you’re way too tired, way too weak - not only physically, but mentally and spiritually as well. Is it even worth it to keep trying to live in this world? Living in fear of death every day, every hour, every second? Friends, family… they’re all gone. Everything that once mattered in your life is nothing but a distant memory now. All you’ve been doing since the world ended is follow your survival instincts - and you are about to ignore them.
Because you have no reason to keep living.
The slow steps of that thing echoes through the living room, as well as its low grunts. The smell of rotted flesh invades your nostrils. You don’t move one centimeter from the place you’re sitting on the floor.
Despite everything, you’re still grateful. You had a happy life. You used to be just an ordinary person, you didn’t do anything considerably great, but you have no reason to complain. You had family and friends. You had moments of sadness and happiness. You regret the fact that you didn’t travel as much as you wanted and didn’t say “I love you” to the people you loved enough times, but still - at least you shared good moments with them.
Tears start streaming down your cheeks. You try not to sob.
The creature is closer now.
You think of your friends and family. It’s hard to do so, because you notice that you can’t remember their faces well anymore, and it makes more and more tears fall. You still don’t know what happened to some of them. Others, you saw dying with your own eyes.
When you sob loudly for the first time, the thing finally notices you.
And walks in your direction.
The first cold shiver of fear finally hits you. You stare at that creature that once was a human man, but now is nothing but a walking corpse. Who was he when alive? Maybe he felt as scared as you are before dying? Maybe he died to protect someone? Maybe he was as lonely as you are?
It doesn’t matter. That thing is not a person anymore.
And it is about to kill you.
You don’t know how, but it already felt you. It grunts louder and grits its teeth in a disgusting way, producing a noise that makes you flinch. Yes, you are scared, yet you don’t move. You do nothing.
One step closer. Two steps closer.
You close your eyes tightly.
If there is a God, you just hope he will have mercy of your soul…
A shooting sound, so loud it makes you scream and open your eyes immediately.
The zombie before you now has a hole right in the center of its forehead. You retract your legs closer to your body, disgusted at the sight of blood and pieces of its brain right on your legs.
The thing grunts one last time and falls with a loud thud. It doesn’t move anymore.
You stare at it wide eyed, trembling, completely shocked. And when you finally look up, you feel even more shocked.
Standing at the entrance of the living room is a man.
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