Over time, Stanley finally managed to calm himself. After such intense repentance, he felt more annoyed than better so he didn’t linger in the issue anymore. He never felt so empty before but thinking up to this point, he slightly resent himself.
Byul just walked over and gave him a hateful glance. Can’t he just move on? Taking the matter so seriously. They’re not even that young anymore.
It was about to be noon and the two of them was currently in the middle of nowhere. The boat was still running and he don’t know how to figure it out after fiddling with the controls for a while. After starting it up, he thought he’ll less figured out the next but being overconfident could really led to failure. After busting his brain cells for a while, Byul eventually gave up. Why is the control panel so difficult to understand? In games, he would only pressed one or two and it would be fine. However, the game was like the to
Blood dripped down the blade of his knife on the ground. Getting himself bitten carelessly made his body tremble. It was the worst injury he could have possibly possessed but in the meantime, he felt his consciousness fading. It was such a long journey and he finally able to find his way into this world. Every part of his body aches and he couldn’t even squeezed out a word. Maybe it was because of the pain in his neck but the man only felt helpless.He could finally, finally saw him again and yet he was already this exhausted without even seeing a shred of his hair. Such a disgraceful appearance, if he was seen like this, they’d definitely freak out.He lift his head up to the sky as he subconsciously let go of the knife in his hand. His whole body was trembling, it was throbbing like crazy in the part where he was bitten by those things. His hand shook and as soon as he realized it, he was kneeling on the ground as he helplessly fight back with the remaining consciousness he had.The
Byul was really tired of being wrapped around his fingers. After the deed was done, he can only feel himself crumbling away. Where was his pride? He never imagined that he would be so disappointed about himself like this. Perhaps, it was because of his stubbornness that lead him to such ending but seeing how the situation turned pretty much out of his own grasps. He just don’t want to do a single thing anymore.Problem is, he had no way to take back the words he hurled to him in the past and he could never recover from the humiliation he felt. It was pathetic and he can’t even say anything at all. The only thing in his mind right now was to either forget everything and move on or cling to his crumbling resolve. No matter how much he put on weight to his hatred, he can only feel the undeniable guilt slapping back.Well, it doesn’t really matter. So long he never let go of his remaining pride…That morning, they prepared for the next action to take. The zombies still haven’t reached the
‘Hnn…’Byul worked up groggily. As he open his eyes, he felt heavy because of the arms wrapped around his waist tightly clutched him with no escape. He absentmindedly looked at it for a moment. Few minutes later, he slowly moved his body wanting to sat up when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower half as if he just got stabbed with a knife.F*cking hell! It hurts like a b*tch!He cursed inside as he silently reprimanded himself or endure the pain to sit. When the blanket slip away from his chest, the horrifying evidence of last night immediately welcomed his eyes.After realizing what happened, he immediately shove the arms away from him and face palmed guiltily. His whole face paled as he finally recalled everything that happened to them.“Haah…”To think he was gasping and moaning under this bastard’s embrace made him feel ashamed of himself. How could he? Of all people with this guy?! Byul stared at the bastard’s face and heaved a long sigh. Damn it. What now? He couldn’t bel
“Stop…”Byul whimpered in a soft voice as he slapped away the naughty hand crawling all over his chest. The surrounding became silent but he could clearly hear the heavy breathing next to his ears. It was a slow, ragged breath that made his face turned bright red. What is this bastard planning to do? He really couldn’t comprehend his actions anymore. He thought he already turned over a new leaf and didn’t care about their past anymore but what is he doing now?The warm air crawl down to his nape as the soft, warm lips planted a small kiss on his skin. The kiss was gentle and ticklish and Byul felt as if bolts of electricity are being sent into his body. The little lamb trembled a bit as the warm feeling started to spread all over his body. It was yet again that feeling he already forgotten long ago. It was strange yet familiar to him and that’s exactly why he can’t shake off the memory of that passionate night.The gentle kisses turned aggressive and Byul felt the naughty hands snakin
Finally, it was the 10th of the next month and Byul had fully recovered his health. It was all thanks to Stanley’s newly discovered ability. Master’s Bond connect both of their state. If he was hurt, Stanley would get hurt, if he’s dead but Stanley’s alive, he’ll be alive. Though, he don’t want to accept the fact he was saved by him again. He just put most of the credit to his own skill, regeneration.After leaving the soldier’s camp, they encountered many zombies along the way and it almost held back their escape. Fortunately, he was thinking straight that time and only had the guts to control ten percent of his ability to flee from the zombies’ claws.The two of them battled day and night and without even realizing it, they already reached the next city which was from a hundred miles away. The infection already affect half of the global population, continuing and it’s only a matter of time for the two of them to annihilate every last being alive…He blamed the people for their carel
Byul have no idea of what was going on at all. He was senseless, painless and casted out of the hurtful reality. His brain and body are numb and he couldn’t think, couldn’t feel. All he could obey was his instincts. His instincts to strive, kill and rip everything into shreds. He can also only feel the unending thirstiness in his throat, the strong urge to bite and gnaw at someone’s flesh. Everything felt so unreal but that’s all he could ever think of.In fact, he already lost his will. He can only stare and see the bloody mess in front of him by he couldn’t do anything. He don’t want to do anything but to just stare and wait for the next prey he could bury his teeth on. It was such a disastrous thought but he doesn’t know. All he could ever think was how will the blood ooze from those bite marks? How would his next prey slowly turned just like him and how he would fight and survive?All that simple yet disastrous thoughts ran on his head.And right now…He felt just one thing.‘It h