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» Zombieland -- The Prologue. Kyuhyun-centric, brief Qmi and Kyumin. Horror. 2100 words.
Korea gets infected, and everything goes to hell.
A/N: WHAT IS THIS? BECKIE'S DOING HORROR? Based off the movie Zombieland, obviously, except it's not as funny.
Sorry for delaying my requests, I'm so busy I haven't had time to do them OTL
When the power finally goes out, it’s evident to Kyuhyun that shit has finally hit the fan. It’s just a little past three in the morning, and a low groan rolls through the city.
Scratch that; it’s not a groan. It’s a mid-tone roar that never seems to end.
- - -
Less than seventy-two hours ago, everything was normal. It started with news postings about a few teenagers who had gone missing.
Then, the teenagers showed up - missing chunks of their legs and trying to grab at human life, a few of them succeeding. Of course, since there were few posts, it was ignored.
Then there were more posts. Homeless people roaming the streets, covered in blood, ravenous for…for something, but nobody was sure what. It was only when, during a live report on television, an anchorwoman had her jugular ripped straight out of her neck that people realized that they were hungry for human flesh.
Then, the power went out.
Kyuhyun swallows hard, stares at the ceiling for a few minutes and listens to the roar that swallows the city, and finally sighs. He decides to go to bed; it’s the only thing he can think to do at the moment. He couldn’t guarantee the power would come back on soon, if at all - so he might as well get some shut-eye.
- - -
He wakes when the sun rises, which is barely past seven in the morning. The moaning has calmed down, although just barely. He flicks on his bedside lamp - or rather, tries to, but the power is still out. His stomach grumbles and he groans; he needs food.
He makes his way into the kitchen and rummages through his cabinets, finding a bag of barbecue potato chips that hadn’t been opened yet. He figures this was the best choice; he had no idea when he’d be able to get to the grocery store again and wanted to leave all the truly non-perishables for later. He then goes into his fridge and grabs the carton of milk. He takes a large swig, but quickly makes his way to the sink and spits it out. The milk obviously spoiled overnight while the power was out. Cursing wildly, he takes the carton and pours its gloppy contents down the sink. So much for that.
He goes into the fridge once more and pulls out a lukewarm can of Mountain Dew; this will have to suffice. He goes to his couch and collapses onto it before cracking open the soda, then leans over and turns on his battery-powered radio. It’s all static; he sighs and shuts it off.
He easily remembers yesterday, before the power went out. He was on his couch, watching some shitty American comedy that was hardly keeping his attention, and the president interrupted the show for an emergency news broadcast. He looked nervous; his forehead was covered in sweat that he had to constantly wipe away.
"It would appear that a virus has come this way from North Korea. It is transferred by being bitten by an infected person. We do not know the complete symptoms and we have the CDC working around the clock to figure out what they are and to get a vaccine started."
When he remembers the idea of a vaccine, Kyuhyun chuckles quietly to himself. A vaccine? What a stupid idea; you can't give people their personalities, memories, or skills back with a shot. They're goners, running on the most basic instinct; hunger. What exactly would a vaccine do? Sure, you might not get the virus, but you would still be eaten like a Thanksgiving turkey.
"To keep the virus from spreading, everyone stay inside your homes - you're safe there. Nothing can get in unless you let it in. Do not rush to the highways or the airports since foreign aid might be coming in."
Kyuhyun thought that was the obvious thing to do, but as soon as people start freaking out, they want to leave. They think that if they leave early, they'll beat everyone else and be safer; unfortunately, they were so wrong.
The undead, for lack of a better word, were attracted to large crowds for obvious reasons. Panic caused people to be dumb and so one dead person soon turned into ten, into a hundred into more - and that’s just those who were eaten, not those who actually turned into the undead themselves.
Ever since all of this started, Kyuhyun has not looked outside. Part of him wants to believe this is all a dream, that somehow this is his psyche playing a terrible joke on him, but he knows he's not dreaming. The purple and green bruises that decorate his left arm - the result of being attacked by Yesung, who unfortunately had been turned into one of the undead - tell him he's not.
This is all real, and that alone terrifies him.
He reaches his hand in the potato chip bag only to find it empty. He sighs and crumples it into a ball, then tosses it in the trash next to the couch. He downs the rest of his Mountain Dew, throws that in the garbage as well, and gets his ass off the couch. He goes over to the kitchen, where he has a phone sitting on the wall. He picks it up and holds it to his ear, and sighs in relief; there’s actually a dial tone. He quickly dials in his parents’ number and lets it ring until it goes to the answering machine.
"Mom, Dad. This place has gone insane. I'm…I’m not sure what to do anymore. I called you twice yesterday but no one picked up so I'm not sure if you're okay. I just…wanted to let you know that I'm fine - as fine as I'm going to be. Um…tell Ah-ra I love her if you're still alive. I love you both too. Hopefully you're still okay."
He hangs up the phone and sighs, leaning his head against the wall. He turns his head to look out the window, but looks away. He knows deep inside that he’s going to have to go outside sooner or later.
- - -
He spends the next two hours productively; he showers, he dresses, he checks the apartment for any weapons (just in case). While in the shower, he heard a scream from the floor above, which made him jump out of the shower, throw on a towel and grab the nearest blunt object (a dictionary - why there was a dictionary in the bathroom, he wasn’t sure, but there was) but it was a simple false alarm.
It’s then that he gets an idea; he hasn’t called any of his friends yet - perhaps some of them were still safe.
Siwon didn’t pick up. Neither did Leeteuk, Donghae, Eunhyuk nor Ryeowook. He tried Shindong but he was just a blabbering fool so Kyuhyun hung up the phone.
Next he called Heechul’s cell phone; he picked up on the second ring.
“I swear to fucking god, if you’re fucking undead too I am going to shit myself for real,” Were the first words out of Heechul’s mouth.
“Oh my god, you’re fucking okay,” Kyuhyun breathed, placing his hand on his forehead and wiping off some sweat he hadn’t known was there. He sighed. “Where are you?”
“In Sungmin’s apartment,” Heechul said. “Where are you? - Oh wait. Don’t tell me. You’re at your place, right?”
Kyuhyun blinked a few times. “How’d you know?”
“You never leave,” Heechul said flatly. Ouch.
“So Sungmin’s okay, too?” Kyuhyun asked, changing the subject. He could hear chattering in the background - who are you talking to?
“It’s the maknae,” Heechul said to whoever spoke to him on the other end, presumably Sungmin. “Yes, he’s fine. Listen, we should meet up.”
“Go outside? Are you fucking crazy? I’m not leaving,” Kyuhyun said, shaking his head. “No fucking way.”
He could practically hear Heechul roll his eyes. “Listen,” He said. “The streets right now are clear here. I’m looking out the window right now. If you won’t come here, we’ll come there.”
Kyuhyun paused, the gears in his head turning. “How much food do you guys have?” He asked.
“Next to none,” Heechul said.
“Come here, then,” Kyuhyun said. “I’ve got plenty.”
- - -
Heechul and Sungmin arrived an hour later. They both looked normal; they were dressed in hoodies and jeans and sneakers, but Sungmin had a knife in his pocket and Heechul was carrying a handgun.
“Well, you’re…” Kyuhyun started. “Prepared.”
“Of course we are,” Sungmin said, coming into the apartment. He shut the door behind Heechul and locked it. He then turned to Kyuhyun and sighed. “We have to find the others.”
“We can’t go outside,” Kyuhyun said. “You guys, I mean, you just got here! Why the rush?” He asked. He really, really did not want to go outside.
“So you’re going to just let our friends be eaten like a human Happy Meal?” Heechul snapped, throwing his hands up. “Or worse, be turned into those fucking things? Some friend you are.” He made his way to Kyuhyun’s kitchen and opened the freezer. “What the fuck, do you have enough bacon in here?”
Kyuhyun ignored him. “Let’s…just relax for a little bit, guys,” He said. “Honestly. I’ll cook you guys lunch or something. Just…I don’t want to fucking go outside. Not yet.”
Heechul turned to him and rolled his eyes. “You, cook? Please, you can hardly cook ramen without burning the water.”
“I’ve gotten better since being on my own,” Kyuhyun said, jutting out his bottom lip. “Maybe we’ll go outside later tonight. They can’t be running around constantly, can they?”
“Are you fucking kidding?” Sungmin piped in. “This is probably like fucking Silent Hill. As soon as the lights go out, that’s when the real crazy shit happens.”
“Then tomorrow,” Kyuhyun said. “Not now.”
“We just got in from out there. It’s honestly not that bad,” Sungmin said.
“No,” Kyuhyun said. “I’m not fucking going outside.”
- - -
Sungmin ends up cooking some of the bacon and makes BLTs for the three of them. Heechul wolfs his down while Kyuhyun, surprisingly, barely picks at his. They all sit on the couch, listening to the growing roar that continued to echo throughout the streets.
That’s when the phone rings. The noise is abnormally loud and crushes the silence like an empty soda can; Kyuhyun nearly spills his sandwich as he jumps to get it. Maybe it’s his parents, or his sister.
At least it’s somebody.
He picks up the phone and holds it to his ear. “Hello?”
“Kui Xian?”
The voice is shaky, as if whoever was speaking was on the verge of tears. He knew that voice anywhere; of course he did.
“Mi,” Kyuhyun breathes, his breath hitching in his throat. Zhou Mi was one of the few people he prayed, hoped would be alive. “What’s-”
“S-Something happened,” Zhou Mi sobs into the phone. “I w-was walking h-home from the store…and I s-saw a little girl crying on the sidewalk. I-I stopped to help her, and…” He starts to cry harder. “S-She bit me. N-Now I feel funny. My entire body is tingling a-and I can’t stop sweating.” He sniffles a few times. “P-Please…w-will you come help me?”
Kyuhyun looks over to Sungmin and Heechul really quick; they were staring at him quizzically, obviously wondering who’s on the phone. He checks the clock on the wall in front of him, but it’s frozen on 9:18.
He sighs. “I’ll be over as soon as I possibly can,” He says. He waits a few moments before speaking again. “I love you, Mi.” He then hangs up the phone.
At that moment, for the first time in days, Kyuhyun moved over to the window and gazed outside; what he saw would probably haunt him for the rest of his life.
Hundreds of the undead, roaming the streets, blood gushing down their faces, limping away down the street. One undead in particular clutched a little boy in its arms, who flailed his arms to get loose, but failed miserably. He turns away quick, unable to take the sight any longer; Sungmin and Heechul are staring at him.
“Well?” Heechul asks.
Kyuhyun sighs, goes into his kitchen and goes into the silverware drawer. He pulls out the longest, sharpest knife he has - which, considering, is pretty fucking long and sharp - and walks back into the living room.
“Well?” Heechul repeats, getting annoyed.
Kyuhyun twirls the knife in his hand, bites his lip momentarily and nods slowly. “Let’s go.”
Korea gets infected, and everything goes to hell.
A/N: WHAT IS THIS? BECKIE'S DOING HORROR? Based off the movie Zombieland, obviously, except it's not as funny.
Sorry for delaying my requests, I'm so busy I haven't had time to do them OTL
When the power finally goes out, it’s evident to Kyuhyun that shit has finally hit the fan. It’s just a little past three in the morning, and a low groan rolls through the city.
Scratch that; it’s not a groan. It’s a mid-tone roar that never seems to end.
- - -
Less than seventy-two hours ago, everything was normal. It started with news postings about a few teenagers who had gone missing.
Then, the teenagers showed up - missing chunks of their legs and trying to grab at human life, a few of them succeeding. Of course, since there were few posts, it was ignored.
Then there were more posts. Homeless people roaming the streets, covered in blood, ravenous for…for something, but nobody was sure what. It was only when, during a live report on television, an anchorwoman had her jugular ripped straight out of her neck that people realized that they were hungry for human flesh.
Then, the power went out.
Kyuhyun swallows hard, stares at the ceiling for a few minutes and listens to the roar that swallows the city, and finally sighs. He decides to go to bed; it’s the only thing he can think to do at the moment. He couldn’t guarantee the power would come back on soon, if at all - so he might as well get some shut-eye.
- - -
He wakes when the sun rises, which is barely past seven in the morning. The moaning has calmed down, although just barely. He flicks on his bedside lamp - or rather, tries to, but the power is still out. His stomach grumbles and he groans; he needs food.
He makes his way into the kitchen and rummages through his cabinets, finding a bag of barbecue potato chips that hadn’t been opened yet. He figures this was the best choice; he had no idea when he’d be able to get to the grocery store again and wanted to leave all the truly non-perishables for later. He then goes into his fridge and grabs the carton of milk. He takes a large swig, but quickly makes his way to the sink and spits it out. The milk obviously spoiled overnight while the power was out. Cursing wildly, he takes the carton and pours its gloppy contents down the sink. So much for that.
He goes into the fridge once more and pulls out a lukewarm can of Mountain Dew; this will have to suffice. He goes to his couch and collapses onto it before cracking open the soda, then leans over and turns on his battery-powered radio. It’s all static; he sighs and shuts it off.
He easily remembers yesterday, before the power went out. He was on his couch, watching some shitty American comedy that was hardly keeping his attention, and the president interrupted the show for an emergency news broadcast. He looked nervous; his forehead was covered in sweat that he had to constantly wipe away.
"It would appear that a virus has come this way from North Korea. It is transferred by being bitten by an infected person. We do not know the complete symptoms and we have the CDC working around the clock to figure out what they are and to get a vaccine started."
When he remembers the idea of a vaccine, Kyuhyun chuckles quietly to himself. A vaccine? What a stupid idea; you can't give people their personalities, memories, or skills back with a shot. They're goners, running on the most basic instinct; hunger. What exactly would a vaccine do? Sure, you might not get the virus, but you would still be eaten like a Thanksgiving turkey.
"To keep the virus from spreading, everyone stay inside your homes - you're safe there. Nothing can get in unless you let it in. Do not rush to the highways or the airports since foreign aid might be coming in."
Kyuhyun thought that was the obvious thing to do, but as soon as people start freaking out, they want to leave. They think that if they leave early, they'll beat everyone else and be safer; unfortunately, they were so wrong.
The undead, for lack of a better word, were attracted to large crowds for obvious reasons. Panic caused people to be dumb and so one dead person soon turned into ten, into a hundred into more - and that’s just those who were eaten, not those who actually turned into the undead themselves.
Ever since all of this started, Kyuhyun has not looked outside. Part of him wants to believe this is all a dream, that somehow this is his psyche playing a terrible joke on him, but he knows he's not dreaming. The purple and green bruises that decorate his left arm - the result of being attacked by Yesung, who unfortunately had been turned into one of the undead - tell him he's not.
This is all real, and that alone terrifies him.
He reaches his hand in the potato chip bag only to find it empty. He sighs and crumples it into a ball, then tosses it in the trash next to the couch. He downs the rest of his Mountain Dew, throws that in the garbage as well, and gets his ass off the couch. He goes over to the kitchen, where he has a phone sitting on the wall. He picks it up and holds it to his ear, and sighs in relief; there’s actually a dial tone. He quickly dials in his parents’ number and lets it ring until it goes to the answering machine.
"Mom, Dad. This place has gone insane. I'm…I’m not sure what to do anymore. I called you twice yesterday but no one picked up so I'm not sure if you're okay. I just…wanted to let you know that I'm fine - as fine as I'm going to be. Um…tell Ah-ra I love her if you're still alive. I love you both too. Hopefully you're still okay."
He hangs up the phone and sighs, leaning his head against the wall. He turns his head to look out the window, but looks away. He knows deep inside that he’s going to have to go outside sooner or later.
- - -
He spends the next two hours productively; he showers, he dresses, he checks the apartment for any weapons (just in case). While in the shower, he heard a scream from the floor above, which made him jump out of the shower, throw on a towel and grab the nearest blunt object (a dictionary - why there was a dictionary in the bathroom, he wasn’t sure, but there was) but it was a simple false alarm.
It’s then that he gets an idea; he hasn’t called any of his friends yet - perhaps some of them were still safe.
Siwon didn’t pick up. Neither did Leeteuk, Donghae, Eunhyuk nor Ryeowook. He tried Shindong but he was just a blabbering fool so Kyuhyun hung up the phone.
Next he called Heechul’s cell phone; he picked up on the second ring.
“I swear to fucking god, if you’re fucking undead too I am going to shit myself for real,” Were the first words out of Heechul’s mouth.
“Oh my god, you’re fucking okay,” Kyuhyun breathed, placing his hand on his forehead and wiping off some sweat he hadn’t known was there. He sighed. “Where are you?”
“In Sungmin’s apartment,” Heechul said. “Where are you? - Oh wait. Don’t tell me. You’re at your place, right?”
Kyuhyun blinked a few times. “How’d you know?”
“You never leave,” Heechul said flatly. Ouch.
“So Sungmin’s okay, too?” Kyuhyun asked, changing the subject. He could hear chattering in the background - who are you talking to?
“It’s the maknae,” Heechul said to whoever spoke to him on the other end, presumably Sungmin. “Yes, he’s fine. Listen, we should meet up.”
“Go outside? Are you fucking crazy? I’m not leaving,” Kyuhyun said, shaking his head. “No fucking way.”
He could practically hear Heechul roll his eyes. “Listen,” He said. “The streets right now are clear here. I’m looking out the window right now. If you won’t come here, we’ll come there.”
Kyuhyun paused, the gears in his head turning. “How much food do you guys have?” He asked.
“Next to none,” Heechul said.
“Come here, then,” Kyuhyun said. “I’ve got plenty.”
- - -
Heechul and Sungmin arrived an hour later. They both looked normal; they were dressed in hoodies and jeans and sneakers, but Sungmin had a knife in his pocket and Heechul was carrying a handgun.
“Well, you’re…” Kyuhyun started. “Prepared.”
“Of course we are,” Sungmin said, coming into the apartment. He shut the door behind Heechul and locked it. He then turned to Kyuhyun and sighed. “We have to find the others.”
“We can’t go outside,” Kyuhyun said. “You guys, I mean, you just got here! Why the rush?” He asked. He really, really did not want to go outside.
“So you’re going to just let our friends be eaten like a human Happy Meal?” Heechul snapped, throwing his hands up. “Or worse, be turned into those fucking things? Some friend you are.” He made his way to Kyuhyun’s kitchen and opened the freezer. “What the fuck, do you have enough bacon in here?”
Kyuhyun ignored him. “Let’s…just relax for a little bit, guys,” He said. “Honestly. I’ll cook you guys lunch or something. Just…I don’t want to fucking go outside. Not yet.”
Heechul turned to him and rolled his eyes. “You, cook? Please, you can hardly cook ramen without burning the water.”
“I’ve gotten better since being on my own,” Kyuhyun said, jutting out his bottom lip. “Maybe we’ll go outside later tonight. They can’t be running around constantly, can they?”
“Are you fucking kidding?” Sungmin piped in. “This is probably like fucking Silent Hill. As soon as the lights go out, that’s when the real crazy shit happens.”
“Then tomorrow,” Kyuhyun said. “Not now.”
“We just got in from out there. It’s honestly not that bad,” Sungmin said.
“No,” Kyuhyun said. “I’m not fucking going outside.”
- - -
Sungmin ends up cooking some of the bacon and makes BLTs for the three of them. Heechul wolfs his down while Kyuhyun, surprisingly, barely picks at his. They all sit on the couch, listening to the growing roar that continued to echo throughout the streets.
That’s when the phone rings. The noise is abnormally loud and crushes the silence like an empty soda can; Kyuhyun nearly spills his sandwich as he jumps to get it. Maybe it’s his parents, or his sister.
At least it’s somebody.
He picks up the phone and holds it to his ear. “Hello?”
“Kui Xian?”
The voice is shaky, as if whoever was speaking was on the verge of tears. He knew that voice anywhere; of course he did.
“Mi,” Kyuhyun breathes, his breath hitching in his throat. Zhou Mi was one of the few people he prayed, hoped would be alive. “What’s-”
“S-Something happened,” Zhou Mi sobs into the phone. “I w-was walking h-home from the store…and I s-saw a little girl crying on the sidewalk. I-I stopped to help her, and…” He starts to cry harder. “S-She bit me. N-Now I feel funny. My entire body is tingling a-and I can’t stop sweating.” He sniffles a few times. “P-Please…w-will you come help me?”
Kyuhyun looks over to Sungmin and Heechul really quick; they were staring at him quizzically, obviously wondering who’s on the phone. He checks the clock on the wall in front of him, but it’s frozen on 9:18.
He sighs. “I’ll be over as soon as I possibly can,” He says. He waits a few moments before speaking again. “I love you, Mi.” He then hangs up the phone.
At that moment, for the first time in days, Kyuhyun moved over to the window and gazed outside; what he saw would probably haunt him for the rest of his life.
Hundreds of the undead, roaming the streets, blood gushing down their faces, limping away down the street. One undead in particular clutched a little boy in its arms, who flailed his arms to get loose, but failed miserably. He turns away quick, unable to take the sight any longer; Sungmin and Heechul are staring at him.
“Well?” Heechul asks.
Kyuhyun sighs, goes into his kitchen and goes into the silverware drawer. He pulls out the longest, sharpest knife he has - which, considering, is pretty fucking long and sharp - and walks back into the living room.
“Well?” Heechul repeats, getting annoyed.
Kyuhyun twirls the knife in his hand, bites his lip momentarily and nods slowly. “Let’s go.”