Until the end of the World - Minsung

Jisung was 14 years old when Mister X abandoned him in a deserted city. He was a bit confused, but didn't care much. After 2years of living under his roof, you have the habit of his strange behaviors.

He was a bit lost, but he was trained. He knew how to fight, how to create a foster, how to eat, he basically learned everything with him. But he still didn't know if he would come back or not.

He didn't fully understand how he was feeling. He was disappointed at the thought of being abandoned, but he also felt finally free after so much suffering, the pain was sometimes unbearable, physically and mentally.

Last night, Mister X came to him and marked him with a burning metal, inscribing a symbol on his shoulder. He didn't know what it meant, he had never seen anyone at the base with anything like that, but he remembers seeing some of the older kids being transported to the city and never coming back. He thought that maybe they were killed, but now he understands.

"So that's what happens at the end of the training"

He said to himself, feeling a bit bored.

That night, Jisung had set a few traps outside his shelter, ready to take a good sleep.

But he couldn't. Now that he was alone, he was left with his thoughts, remembering the worst night of his life, two years ago.

2 years ago -

Jisung was 12 years old, he had been cleaning around the house all day trying to distract himself from his stupid parents. He was actually so responsible for his age, thanks to the fact that he basically provided his family with food, warmth and protected them from the small amount of zombies coming near them.

He heard talking by the door, he usually didn't care much about the stupid conversations his parents had, but he stiffed when he heard a voice he had never heard before.

"You're actually willing to give him to me?"

The stranger had a husky voice, and that made shivers run down Jisung's spine. He felt that he was no good.

"What do you have in exchange?"

Exchange? What exchange? What did his parents have that they could exchange? Jisung didn't understand, so he slowly walked through the tiny house, approaching the stranger and his parents.

"I can provide some food, or maybe money, I don't know what you need actually"

Jisung smiled to himself, he felt happy that some man was helping them, finally. He was tired of providing everything by himself, he needed help.

"Okay for money, let's exchange"

The man took his money out of his pocket, and gave it to her parents. Jisung stood there, watching from afar, not wanting to signal his presence, but still studied what was happening, waiting for his parents to give the stranger what they would exchange.

A frown ended on his face when his parents moved to let the man enter, the man coming near Jisung and crouching down.

"Hi Jisung"

He didn't answer, he wasn't talkative anyway.

"You're coming with me"

He widened her eyes, panic flowing through his body. He sent a deadly glare to his parents, not undersanding the fuck it was happening.

"Go Jaesang"

His mother ordered in an uninterested manner, counting the money she had.

Jisung blinked a few times, finding the scene unreal.

"My name's Jisung mom"

"Yeah, whatever"

The stranger took Jisung's hand, he let himself go with him, trying to realise the fact that his own family sold him to some stranger. He didn't know how to feel, nor what they were about to do. He wasn't even scared, he felt numb.

End of the flashback -

"Damn..."

Jisung ended up falling asleep, worry flooding out his mind slowly.

He was never content anyway, this was about to be the beginning of another adventure, maybe he will die, maybe he will be with other people, maybe he'll finally feel something. He didn't know, he didn't care, he felt numb.