A pinch of salt
A pinch of salt
Miss A; gen
PG-13, 396w
When the world ends, two different people meet.
A/N: For (inbox #13, prompt 5) as a part of kpopv. Original Link.
Prompt: miss a, fei-centric or fei+jia, post-apocalyptic or zombie au, g-r
On the day the world comes to an end, when screams replace the sound of birds chirping in the morning and the smell of rotting flesh is simply an afterthought, Fei goes into her closet and grabs a backpack, the biggest sturdiest one she can find and in it she places a fishing line, a compass, two survival blankets, waterproof matches, duct tape, a pocket knife, bottled water, beef jerky and a can of peaches.
In her heart big yet aching, she places hope, bright and sparkling.
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On the day the world comes to an end, when screams replace the sound of crickets at night and the smell of rotting flesh no longer inspires bile rising up one’s throat, Jia grabs a backpack, a weathered old thing and wears it casually over her shoulder. In it she places nothing but greed. It’s to be filled when she breaks into the nearest convenience store.
In her hands she drags a metal baseball bat, the side caked with dried blood and broken screams and the tiny lingering pieces of happier times.
Suzy and Min.
In her heart she places nothing and instead shrivels it down and locks the red flesh closed. This isn’t a world of humans versus zombies but her versus everyone else.
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When Fei first meets Jia it’s along the highway. Jia is in her own world, with neither a care as she bashes heads in left and right. She doesn’t even notice Fei who watches the massacre from beside a flipped over car. Blood spatters her faces, her clothes, her hair, it stains her hands and Fei thinks that somehow that taint also seeps into Jia’s skin, dribbling bit by bit into her veins until it reached her heart.
There’s something dangerous in Jia’s eyes.
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When Jia first meets Fei she sees a bag full of supplies, preparations she had not given thought towards. Survival is more than just food and a roof to hole up under, as she has come to learn and that bag means so much. When Jia sees that bag she sees a few more hours, a few more days, a few more weeks.
Jia sees life.
She doesn’t see Fei, the person, just a beautiful sack of meat that will bleed just as easily.
Jia loosens her grip on her bat and waves at Fei in greeting.
Miss A; gen
PG-13, 396w
When the world ends, two different people meet.
A/N: For (inbox #13, prompt 5) as a part of kpopv. Original Link.
Prompt: miss a, fei-centric or fei+jia, post-apocalyptic or zombie au, g-r
On the day the world comes to an end, when screams replace the sound of birds chirping in the morning and the smell of rotting flesh is simply an afterthought, Fei goes into her closet and grabs a backpack, the biggest sturdiest one she can find and in it she places a fishing line, a compass, two survival blankets, waterproof matches, duct tape, a pocket knife, bottled water, beef jerky and a can of peaches.
In her heart big yet aching, she places hope, bright and sparkling.
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On the day the world comes to an end, when screams replace the sound of crickets at night and the smell of rotting flesh no longer inspires bile rising up one’s throat, Jia grabs a backpack, a weathered old thing and wears it casually over her shoulder. In it she places nothing but greed. It’s to be filled when she breaks into the nearest convenience store.
In her hands she drags a metal baseball bat, the side caked with dried blood and broken screams and the tiny lingering pieces of happier times.
Suzy and Min.
In her heart she places nothing and instead shrivels it down and locks the red flesh closed. This isn’t a world of humans versus zombies but her versus everyone else.
---
When Fei first meets Jia it’s along the highway. Jia is in her own world, with neither a care as she bashes heads in left and right. She doesn’t even notice Fei who watches the massacre from beside a flipped over car. Blood spatters her faces, her clothes, her hair, it stains her hands and Fei thinks that somehow that taint also seeps into Jia’s skin, dribbling bit by bit into her veins until it reached her heart.
There’s something dangerous in Jia’s eyes.
---
When Jia first meets Fei she sees a bag full of supplies, preparations she had not given thought towards. Survival is more than just food and a roof to hole up under, as she has come to learn and that bag means so much. When Jia sees that bag she sees a few more hours, a few more days, a few more weeks.
Jia sees life.
She doesn’t see Fei, the person, just a beautiful sack of meat that will bleed just as easily.
Jia loosens her grip on her bat and waves at Fei in greeting.