The Trapped One

But something wasnt right...he could feel that. Slowly he pulled  back, looking the man in the eyes. The familiarity he'd hoped to see wasn't there. All he saw was fear and confusion. He dropped his arms, stepping back fully. "I...I'm sorry...you just...you look like someone I used to know...he had the same name as you...I guess it was just a coincidence." He looked down at the ground, wiping away the stray tears that had fallen from his eyes. 

A growl leaves the patrolman’s throat as soon as the other male is too close to the carefully stored books. The safety on his gun is clicked off, as well. “You touch those, and I’ll shatter both of your knees before you can say another word.” His tone is dangerous, serious. He means it. Those books are his lifeline - his payment for hospital treatment, his only place to turn to to get away from the hell that reality has become, the place where he found so many friends. As all readers did. 

Suho froze at the sudden embrace. Maybe this was something Joon was used to but he certainly was not. He didn't move, not wanting to offend the the other, though he wasn't sure why. Offending people never really bothered him before. He figured it was just him feeling sorry for the little guy. He was helpless, easy prey. And the sooner people figured that out the sooner his life would be over.

Suho gently patted the boys shoulder. "It's ok." That was all he could think of to say. He wasn't good with human emotion. He wasn't good with human interaction. He was one with the ghosts that flitted around him constantly and were always asking him favors. It was torturous. There were only two spirits he ever hoped to see and neither ever made their presence known. It was frustrating.

"Fine. I'll cook for you. And I guess....I have some explaining to do. It's going to seem crazy, but every word is true. Not that I really care if you believe me." With that he went to the kitchen, rummaging around for some makeshift pots and pans, and pulling out a chunk of deer from the fridge and began to cook it on the stove with some rice and vegetables. 

As he waited for the food to cook he told the tale of his, well Joon's, life story. He explained that because of the traumatizing experience Joon's psyche had taken a terrible hit and the stress and terror had caused him to split his personality, thus Suho was born. "You met the real me so to speak. He is the original personality, the home base. I was created to deal with the terrors of what the night brings him. The voices were too much for him and he is too weak to deal with Lila. So I'm here to deal with the creatures of the night. Also I'm the one that fills the fridges of both the library and this house and pretty much any other anonymous donation around the zone."

They soon got to his home and he led the boy up the rickety stairs, giving him a few warnings about the dangers of them and telling him not to get to close to the railing. Once inside his "apartment" he set his bag down on the kitchen table. It wasnt much, just a matress on the floor, a easy chair a few book cases with his own private collection and a table and fridge/freezer and sink. There was a bathroom behind one door and a close at that was it. It wasn't much but it was home. 

"Make yourself comfortable, I'm going to change and then I'll fix you something to eat." He grabbed a change of clothes, not really paying attention to what he grabbed and slipped into the bathroom. As he did so the sun went down and he slumped against the bathroom wall, only to have his eyes open a few seconds later. Suho shook his head, standing up with a groan. He hated it when Joonmyun just fell over where ever he was standing. You would think he would at least have the decency to lay down on something soft first. Suho changed his clothes, pulling on the black jeans and black t-shirt Joonmyun had grabbed for him, unknowingly of course. 

Ailee looked at the window ,only to find a group of clickers  limping outside the building. The infected dispered int different locations and Ailee was about to take them all out one by one. 

Ailee slowly crouched outside to avoid sudden noises.Ailee got closer to the first one ,she has took out no problem,till she got to the last one. To Ailees misfortune,the last one has ears are more sensitive hearing than the others.

"Oh, shit" Ailee said.

She then ran to the building. As she was about to close the door, the clicker clashed to the door aswell. Ailee lost cotro; and the clicker went into the biulding.The clicker destroyed everything in the library.

"This bitch" Ailee shouted and shot the clicker on the head.

His heart sank a little as he watched one stagger into the library and began destroying all of his hard work. He'd climbed onto the roof of a nearby building and watched as Ailee spent the rest of the night cleaning up the mess, just so he wouldn't have to see it in the morning. He chuckled to himself. She was nice.

Just before dawn he made it back to his "apartment" and slumped onto the mattress on the floor. His eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep, just in time for Joonmyun to wake again.

Slowly he led him back down the stairs and into his workshop, making him sit in a chair while he closed up. He went around making sure all of the windows were secure, the books were put back where they go, and checking to make sure Himchan's door was securely locked. He knew how the guy sometimes forgot to lock it when he left and as his neighbor so to speak he felt it in his duty to lock it for him if need be. 

He bent down and picked up the book that the boy had dropped. From the looks of it, he couldnt be much older than 20 or 21 if that old. He was skiddish that was for sure. By the look of the calluses on his hands, he was someone that worked with those hands, on wood work or maybe machines? Something like that. He was rather small, short in stature and lean in frame, but who wasnt these days? It's not like he could really talk. He was a shorty. Which made it really difficult to reach the top shelves without a ladder. The guys black hair hung in his eyes and he had an innocent look about him, like a scared doe. 

.Joonmyun walked through different rooms now fitted with shelves and organized books. It warmed his heart to see how much he'd accomplished, with help of course, and now he felt like everything was coming together. The only things that still needed work was the lighting and the plumbing. He'd even managed to find a few cots to fit out the sleeping area. It still irked him that he couldnt use his own basement. He still had to have his workshop in the back room. But he didnt feel like arguing with Himchan again. It just wasnt worth it.

Slowly he made his way up the one usable staircase in the building, his nose hidden in a particular book on hydrangeas, whatever the heck those were, his glasses falling a little ways down his nose. He never noticed the small boy standing in the middle of the room, nose trapped in his own book. Lost in his own world Joonmyun ran right into him, jumping back in shock, holding his chest and panting a bit. "Omo...I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."

Suho snorted at the "big bad wolf" title but chose not to comment. He wasn't the big bad worf...more like the haunted bad wolf. He focused his attention on lowering the deer the ground carefully. Though he had enlisted Woohyun's help he didnt trust him. Not as far as he could throw him. and he wasnt about to let his guard down. Though he seemed pretty ok for a military man, he was still that, a military man. They were ruthless and conniving and he wasnt about to let this guy take away the only meat these kids would get for weeks.

Just because he felt like being a bit of a show off, once the deer was safely lowered to the ground Suho jumped off the wall, flipped in the air and landed on the ground. He stood back up with a smirk on his face and started to lift the animal back onto the sled. "The schools not far from here. You'll recognize it by the charred walls and water damage." He took a deep breath, trying to calm his anger. A few weeks ago some military men had gotten drunk and burnt the school down. But of course it was deemed an accident and left for the teachers and civilians to clean up and finish. Just the thought made him sick. He knew very well that one of the teachers lived inside the school and by sheer luck she hadnt been inside that night.

Sometimes, there was noise upstairs. Himchan always figured it was someone trying to find something useful in the library, since the sound never lasted long. He figured they hadn’t found what they were looking for, and had left. It wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t as if he left the basement when there were people around anyways. Very few even had an idea of where he lived, and even less actually knew.

Not to mention, he kept the door to the basement locked tight. The door was strong, and he had been lucky to find the key to the lock, which was still strong, too, despite a few small spots of rust in the metal. Himchan locked it when he was home, and he locked it when he left. Nothing could get in or out without his explicit permission - he had the only key.