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Soft, fast, padded footsteps sounded out in the open, a blurred figure moving through the trees. Jongin was running. He had to thank the weather for finally transitioning to spring - Mobility was a lot easier without worrying about slippery ice or far too deep snow. Most of the ground could finally be seen and the days of frostbite were gone.

However, with the beauty of flowers blooming, there was a price to pay. While people could move a lot faster, the undead were just the same.

Which brought him back to his current situation. He wasn’t running because he was late, no. The concept of time had been lost a lot time ago. And he wasn’t running because he just felt like it either. The brunette had a hoard of walkers right on his heels, and he doesn’t think he’s been more unlucky in his entire life. Deciding to venture out into west end of the free zone proved to be one of his worst decisions ever, and it’ll probably be a long time before he has a hunger for adventure.

Jongin was starting to run out of breath, and there was no way he could take about a dozen zombies out at once. He needed to find some kind of higher ground, but they were closing in on him faster than he had ever imagined. Scraping past with a few close calls of them getting to his legs, the boy hurriedly climbed one of the larger, sturdier trees, making sure he was out of their reach for the time being. And he was stumped. He didn’t have his bow and arrow with him, and his only chance of defending himself was with a puny pistol that had 4 shots left. Does he shout for help? Or shoot gunfire to grab people’s attention?

The gate closed with a clang behind her and Sunny shrugged off her wince by pretending to adjust the hold on her shotgun.

She hated that sound. It always sounded so final, so dead, it seemed to ring in her ears until she got back.

But she was a soldier of Camp Kangwon, and she would do whatever she was ordered to do. What she personally felt about that was irrelevant. So she didn’t say a single thing, didn’t complain once.

Instead, she looked forward, already scouting the area. Beside her, Jungsuk did the same.

There wasn’t much to say.

The mission was clear. The camp was running low on weapons, so a deal had to be made. She carried a backpack full of supplies that could be offered as trade. They needed ammo, new weapons, cleanings supplies and if possible, she would leave some with him for repairs.

She didn’t want to question her oppa’s judgement -- even if she had known him only for a little while, he had been a part of the patrol guards of camp Kangwon almost as soon as it was founded, and she knew she could trust him. He was a brave man, and a good soldier, and she would trust his word.

If he said this arms dealer was to be trusted, he was. Simple as that.

Eventually, when the ringing subsided, she talked quietly, hushed, about the mission about things that happened inside the camp.

It was a two day’s march, comfortable enough with enjoyable company, but still Sunny couldn’t help but feel relieved when Jungsuk indicated they had arrived. The “Free” Zone -- and how she scoffed at the name, she would never call this savage chaos freedom -- was not a place she liked to be.

In just one swift movement, Jongkook hoisted himself up the tree with ease, carefully maneuvering between the sharp branches as he settled on one where he would be well hidden by the thick foliage. He positioned his rifle close to him, keen eyes scanning his surrounding intently. He huffed silently to himself, all set and perched on the tree branch as he waited for his target. 

Meters away from where Jongkook was located was a rundown shop building, and apparently where his next target stayed in. His client hadn’t been very specific about the location, nor the description of the person he wanted to kill. Honestly, that really pissed him off, and he wouldn’t have accepted the job if his supplies weren’t running low recently. He was much more tempted to send his client to the pit of hell instead.

It appeared that Jongkook did not have to wait for long for his target to appear, because there was a rustling of noises followed by footsteps sound approaching the shop. It was a guy whom perhaps was only a bit younger than him, and Jongkook frowned at his presence. The client’s description said that his target was an average height bald man. Bald. These was nothing about this guy that screamed bald to him, with that mess of hair on top of his head. Was his client trying to make a fool out of him? And he had checked the place prior before this. He was the only person living there. No one else was.  

Well, it didn’t really matter. All he had to do was to kill this man and his job was done here. One clean shot and that was it. Jongkook did not like to drag on with his killing. With a precise move, the muzzle of the rifle in his hand was pointed right at the guy’s head. Aimed. Fired.