??ˋ. The beginning of the end - Minsung

Minho

I slowly step away from the now dead body. Watching as his blood makes a pool of its own under his squashed head. God.. that's..

I can't believe I actually did this to that poor guy, He was already suffering enough already. I panicked and did a fight or flight and just..

No wonder I failed that court case.

I shook my head, I can't think of that right now. Just.. not now. Anytime but now that I've just bashed a guy's head in. I can't stare at his lifeless body any longer. And the smell is starting to get to me.

And.. like I said earlier.. I'll walk away like none of this happened. I'll walk away, Like I hadn't just murdered a poor guy needing help from some psychos who probably escaped the psych ward that bit him up. I'll walk away, Like his blood isn't on my hands.

I stared down at my now maroon colored fingers, And my dirty, bloody shoes. I grimaced, That will need to be washed thoroughly.

I sigh, Glancing back one more time at the cop before limping my way deeper into the forest. To get help, Though I doubt I'll find that all the way out here. I scrunch my nose, I can still smell blood from here. God that's one really foul smell, I've never smelt blood so much in one day before.

I cover my nose with the collar of my shirt, Looking around wearily as I make a face at the smell. It feels like I could taste it. Almost.

I thought I was safe but... I hear a rustle behind the bush over there. I whip my head around waiting in trepidation for whatever's over there to come out. "Anyone?" I say to whoever is there.

"I need help." I walk a little closer, Hoping that they will stop hiding and face me. And, they did. But it was entirely what I wasn't expecting. They looked as dead as the cop back there. And they were stalking closer, too. With their boney limbs.

"What the fuck?" I back away in genuine fear. I look around and see more of those things coming out of their hiding spots from behind tall trees and bushes, Who are these people???

They look dead as hell, They're really slow too so I used that to my advantage to try and walk away from whatever the fuck I just witnessed. But with this leg I'm as slow as they are.

I try to walk even faster, I can hear their moans and groans behind me like some fucking zombies trying to eat me. But there's no way they are zombies. Zombies aren't real.

They aren't. They can't be. My day is already going terrible, I don't even wanna think about if zombies could possibly arise in times like this. Even if they look scarily similar to the things called 'zombies' on television.

I'm just gonna assume these people went crazy and escaped a psych ward until I get help with whatever this is. "Help? Anyone??" I scream out into the woods, Walking straight down anywhere but here.

Seeing as though nobody is gonna answer me, I shut up and spared a glance behind me at the dead walking people, To check if they're still after me. They were. They were closer than ever.

I can't die like this. That would be entirely pathetic. Dying by some crazy people lurking in the trees.

I picked up my pace, Almost sighing in relief when I finally saw something past all those trees. It was a house. Among all this craziness I finally find a beacon of hope. Now, I just have to pray someone is actually in there. With a working phone may I add you.