정지 항구적

the clink of black leather boots resounded through the empty hallways as a certain redhead exits the largest and farthest room in that building–- her father’s office (though she knew better that it was nothing but a small crib of his anomalies and wrongdoings), as she was called an hour earlier for an important matter and it took him some time to finish the details (he’s very meticulous) on what level of gore should his people witness. so, she sets out yet again to carry off one of his assignments, this time it was a bar owner who didn’t pay the price they agreed on for the guns he took. people who don’t pay the price they agreed on makes him really furious.

of course, he would send his best killer, his own daughter. daniel bailiol likes his garden pretty; anything that could ruin the scenery must be pulled out, even if it’s another plant. the sight of them trembling on their knees would serve as fertilizer to his already blooming flowers.

However, when the doors slammed open as unexpectedly as they did, his head snaps up, eyes darting over to see what was happening. He isn’t a fan of unwanted company either, and so when he sees the three wander in, he silently relieves himself of his post behind the counter and makes his way over to the female—the one he’s assumed to be their leader.

Naeun makes it to the Carousel ten minutes after her shift is supposed to start. She’s out of breath, she’s still wearing her scrubs, and half of her hair’s worked its way from the sloppy bun that was once on top of her head. Luckily, the manager is nowhere to be seen as she cuts through the crowd, bag tucked close to her chest, shoulders hunched and head ducked.

She breathes a relieved sigh when the bar comes into view. As soon as she’s close enough she darts behind the counter, tripping over the raised step she can never remember is there. Luckily, Naeun’s tripped over the step so often that she has no problem catching herself on the bar counter before she can faceplant spectacularly in front of the patrons lining the bar.

With an embarrassed laugh, she breezes past the bartenders, waving and calling distracted greetings as she makes a beeline for the back room to change.

Five minutes later, Naeun emerges from the back, looking much more the part of a Carousel waitress in a little black dress and kitten heels. She’s more or less managed to tame her hair, which now falls near her waist in a mess of wavy curls.

Though she knows she should check in with the shift-leader and start taking tables, Naeun can’t help but drift over to where one of the bartenders is putting an order in the system, adding what looks like another round to an already impressive tab. She doesn’t bother announcing her presence, just slips behind Wonshik and circles her arms around his waist, leaning against his back with a weary sigh and giving him a squeeze. 

He watches her trip over the step for the nth time, and he can’t help the small smile that graces his lips at witnessing it. However, the moment he feels eyes on him, his expression changes back to that of the stoic bartender. It wasn’t that he was uninterested in engaging the patrons, it was just that Wonshik really couldn’t care less about the people around him.

Perhaps that was a bit of a lie as well, because over the course of Naeun working at the Carousel, he’s found himself warming up to her, and even allowing himself to grow attached—something he’s never done with anyone before.

“Food.” Was all Kyungsoo replied with the man’s question of what he wanted to catch with the traps. He thought it be better if he stayed quiet as to not anger the stranger more as he carefully worked on freeing the man’s leg. It would hurt he knew and with the way the stranger’s hissing and all confirms it. “Stay still,” he mumbles and in one swift move managed to free the man’s leg, albeit with difficulty because he’s used to using his feet to pry the jaws open.

Kyungsoo throws the trap aside and scoots away a bit from the man to give him space, his eyes trained on the injured leg as he silently assessed the damage done. “I—I’ve found some supplies just a few days ago and they’re all still pretty good. Not brand new but still far from their expiration dates,” he replied as he recalled the supplies he had found in some hospital somewhere in the free zone. He knew they would come in handy someday. With that he raised himself in a crouching position and held out a hand.

Despite how grateful he is to the other for freeing him, his feelings of contempt outweigh his feelings of gratitude, because if it hadn’t been for his stupid ass traps in the first place, Ravi wouldn’t have to be thanking him for anything. “Food.” He remarks, a hint of venom in his voice. “I’m far from being food, trust me.” He’s heard of the ones whom feed off of human flesh, but he hasn’t been unfortunate enough to run into anyone like that yet.

Once the trap is far enough away from him that he’s certain he isn’t accidentally going to be getting caught in it once again, Ravi pressed his palms to the ground beneath him and attempts to push himself up, using his good leg for leverage. However, he’s so used to putting both feet on the ground that the moment he attempts to put any kind of weight on the injured leg, a strained cry leaves him, and he loses all balance, tumbling backwards again.

Her next breath comes out as a content sigh against his neck. 

“I guess I’ll live,” she mumbles shyly, smile hidden even though she’s sure he can feel the curve of it against his neck. 

Already she’s having trouble keeping her eyes open. The warmth of being wrapped in Ravi’s arms and held so close coupled with the exhaustion of so many days spent vigil at his side make the battle to stay awake one that she’s quickly losing. Not that Naeun minds, much. She hasn’t had a decent’s night sleep in well over a week. Even before coming to visit Ravi and finding him in such a state, she’d spent more nights than she cared to count working at the hospital when she should have sleeping. The promise of a full night’s sleep is all too tempting.

She means to tell Ravi that he needs more rest himself. Even though this is the most awake and aware he’s been in days, she doesn’t want him overdoing things. Of course, given their current position, it’s a safe bet that he won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. Still, she can’t quite find the energy to get the words out anymore.

Instead, she frees an arm and curls it over his side, as if the weight alone will be enough to keep Ravi in place through the night. Such a train of thought is only testament to how much Naeun needs this rest herself. 

He shifts ever so slightly so as to not stir the now sleeping Naeun too much. He knows that she’s been by his side the entire time, which was why he forced her to stay there with him and actually sleep, because he knows for a fact that she got little to no sleeping during the past couple of days while he was detoxing. And now that she was asleep, and he was left alone with his thoughts, the guilt of putting her through something like that comes flooding back, a permanent frown settling itself across his features.

Once he’s certain that Naeun isn’t going anywhere—or that he isn’t able to maneuver himself free of their current position, he slowly lets himself relax against the tiny sofa, a small, content hum leaving him. Perhaps the couch wasn’t the most opportune of places to be sleeping, but it was something—and that something was definitely better than spending the night on the cold, rotting, hardwood flooring.

He wants to wish her a good night, but he’s simply too tired to muster the strength to get his voice across. Instead, he nuzzles closer, face buried in her hair as he breathes in her scent. Everything about Naeun was perfect—from her personality to her appearance, and right down to the way she seemed to fit perfectly in his arms.

The almost impossible slumber soon finds him, though it feels as though it was cut short too soon when a ruckus outside startles Ravi awake. He’s always been a light sleep, and in a way it was a sort of defence mechanism growing up, because he never knew when the next beating would happen.

“Naeun…” He shakes her gently as so to not jostle her too much, because though he had been rudely awoken by an unknown presence, he felt no need to subject Naeun to the same treatment. And it was in moments like these that he wished there was an actual door on the hinges outside, because at least that way the small group of bandits—or whomever they were—that made their way through the old house wouldn’t have been able to get inside as easily as they had.

{ twdxravi } 

Walkers were a danger to the young man. He always made an attempt to avoid them. He feared everything with walkers. After all his own parents were turned to walkers and he had to kill them. He ran through the free area, avoiding all the psosible walkers. Why was he out here when he could just go back to his camp and stay in his little hole in the ground. Yes, he called his residence a hole in the ground because it was tiny, small and dirty but it was enough to keep him happy and there and safe and not dead. 

he heard noise from behind him and looking around, he ducked into the nearest alley and then just ran as fast as he could. he had to get away from this area and in his rush, he leaned against the wall to catch his breath and simply hearing a noise, he kept running.  Seeing a house up ahead, he sighed and ducked inside the house, reloading his flame gun with a self made bomb and aiming it throught the window at the walkers. There that would keep him safe for a moment.

And so, when he heard a disturbance, he took the closest thing to him—which happened to be a pile of rope, before wandering off to see what was happening. To his surprise someone had wandered into his home, but before they were able to do as they pleased, Ravi already had the ropes around the man. “I know there isn’t a door, but a little warning would have been nice.” His voice is stern as eyebrows knit together in frustration. This certainly was not how he wanted to start off his head, and it certainly wasn’t going to be the one thing he spends his day doing.

“I thought you were a walker, I’m sorry,” he apologized just as he noticed the stranger, a man, had caught himself in one of his traps and he winced at the teeth of the traps clinging on the stranger’s leg. It was bleeding.

“Are you okay?” The words were out before Kyungsoo could even stop himself and he nearly face palmed himself but focused on carefully detaching the trap off the man’s leg, knowing full well that he had hit the other on the head with a freaking bat and injured his leg. He’s done a lot of damage and it’s obvious that the stranger wasn’t okay.

“Don’t you fucking dare--” He stops, because though he’s pissed off about this entire set up, he can’t deny the one person out here that’s actually going to help him—even if he’s the reason that he’s stuck like this in the first place. “And no, do I really look like I’m okay?” He’s sarcastic, and rude, but that doesn’t stop him from actually wanting the other’s help in getting him out of here.

He hisses in pain when he feels the other try to move the trap, because his leg feels about ready to just fall off. “What are you even trying to catch with traps like these?” It was a stupid question, because there were plenty of things that the boy could have been trying to catch—food, or even a walker. Ravi’s lost all sense of rational thinking, but once he’s freed from here and resting in a place that isn’t a walkers’ dream, he thinks the rational part of himself will return.