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Only Lovers Left Alive

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In a more normal time, this person would never be your type, if you even had one. But these days are nothing like "normal" in the least. The world, as it was, has ended, after all. The means don't matter: fire, ice, apocalyptic continent shift, zombies, despotic government that makes you wish for the former. All you're left with is the ashes of our former world and danger at your tail because you, lucky you, have survived. Having your pick or your type is a luxury you don't have; even if you did, it would be an extremely low priority.

As such, this situation, this relationship with this person hardly started out with any romantic intentions. It may have not even begin friendly. You came together out of necessity in order to survive, yet things got dicey as you learned to rely more and more on each other. When both of you feel as though you've lost everyone who'd ever been important, human contact is taken where you can get it. The more you rely on to watch your back, the more you rely on them for mere survival, the more you begin to rely on them for everything, in a way. While what you have between you started differently, it's grown and changed into something you can't describe. Still, you hold on for dear life, because even if you don't want to live for yourself anymore, you owe it to them to survive. This isn't love. It isn't healthy. It's codependency, probably, but it's a way to live.

What if they're not as much of a survivor as you, though? What if they're weak? What if you are?

...what if you lose them like you've lost everyone else?

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(Down for pretty much anything!)

In three years, Hongbin and Yoongi went from friends to lovers to being two of the last people in the country. Quite the jump, Hongbin always thought. It had been about two months since they last saw anyone along the way and the only hope was to keep movivng. Now, the two young men scoured the remote corners of Busan. Hongbin always thought the beach was a safe place for some reason; it just seemed like a harmless place, not the kind to get wiped by the plague. It took some convincing from Hongbin--or just a little, so Yoongi would allow their path to change for Busan instead of the north.

Maybe, just maybe, Hongbin had also gotten the crazy idea they could look for a boat, or anything that would get them out of South Korea. Hopefully together, hopefully alive.

When they arrived in Busan, Yoongi was still not sure they had made the right decision but he hasn't had the strength to argue with Hongbin when the other had been so adamant. "Let's find a place to camp," he said quietly, looking around and wondering what dangers were lurking and if there was any safe place to rest, any food left to eat? "I'm too tired to keep going," he added, feeling himself reaching the limits of his endurance.

((let's go with zombies!))

Lu Han was exhausted as he came back into the abandoned lighthouse that he and Zitao had been staying in for about a month. They had started to make a place for themselves. Primitive alarm systems put up around perimeter, a garden started with seeds found in some drawers in the lighthouse. Vegetables and strawberries. They fished in the nearby water and every once I a while caught deer and such with their meager supplies. He dropped down on the cot they shared, staring at the wall and exhausting from the fight he had been in earlier with a zombie and barely managed to escape. The sun was starting to set and Zitao wasn't back yet, worry starting to grow.

(Long shot but any takers?)

( m/m for anything potentially romantic, otherwise ota for anything else )

( I was thinking they're running from zombies and one ends up injured, but it's nothing too life-threatening. )

( sounds good to me! did you have a preference over who ends up injured? if not, i can start something and have it up by tomorrow afternoon! )

( Either is fine! Go with your preference if you've got one. )

They usually don’t do this at night, explore and get familiar with their surroundings after a long day of travel and trying to find a new place for them to call home for the next few days. But it had been a long walk trying to cross whatever was left of the city in one piece (and undetected, at that) that by the time they had settled down in some bedroom on the second-floor of an empty (and ransacked) family home just at the outskirts, the protests of their stomachs were too hard to ignore. They had no choice but to brave out in search of something to ease the hunger long enough for the night to be bearable. Then in the morning, they can properly explore their surroundings and see what they can salvage.

It was obviously a bad idea. The area was far too foreign and the scent of rot and death made his stomach churn and if it weren’t for the fact that it was pathetically empty, Chanyeol would’ve probably emptied its contents already. It didn’t matter that he had experienced this all countless numbers of times already, it was something that he still couldn’t get used to. That was what probably led to his carelessness, his attempts to bat away the stench ended with him clumsily knocking the back of his hand against a crooked shelf in the random grocery store they were in. The sound was loud and the crunch of weak metal falling to the ground unmistakable and he knew that it had attracted unwanted attention.

It’s the smell that usually hits first, followed by the ungodly sounds of the dead that made Chanyeol curse before shouting out: “Kyungsoo, run!” He knew that the other wasn’t too far off, probably just a aisle or two away, but they had to get out of that death-trap of a building and fast. There was definitely something in there (there wouldn’t be a smell if there wasn’t) and if they weren’t quick, whatever was lingering around outside might catch on to them and try to find them, too. “Kyungsoo! Kyungsoo, where are you?!” Chanyeol cried out frantically as he stepped around the random mess of broken glass and knocked over shelves. “Kyungsoo—argh!”

This was one of the main reasons why they didn’t do this at night, because the lack of light made even the simplest of things a literal death trap. He felt himself tumbling down to the ground before he could bring his hands out to brace his fall, his ankle rolling on something (the source of his fall) while a sudden sharp pain suddenly takes over his side. “Kyungsoo!” Chanyeol cries out again, obviously pained as he tries to push himself up to find the other, the pain on his side protesting while his ankle throbbed and a feeling of dread immediately took over.

[Starts would be preferred but not required]

[ maybe they finally find a place to rest for the night, after being close to starving/weak from cold weather?

Zitao had been sure that nothing was going to be worse than the raging heat of summer. It had been sweaty and smelly and it was miserable. Life had pretty much become a series of miseries. But, he had comforted himself with the idea that it couldn't get worse. He had been wrong. Autumn had been a reprieve but then the days had grown drastically colder, it became even more difficult to find food. They hadn't found safe shelter that could provide them a substainable way to live -- warm and with food. They had to keep moving.

There had been more than a few times that Zitao had wanted to give up. The cold made him miserable and so very tired. If it hadn't been for Minho he was sure he would be buried under feet of snow, frozen and dismissed from this life into a blissful non-existence. Night had fallen hours before but they hadn't found a place to stop but now they came across a dilapidated shack and Zitao stared at it, wondering if it was already occupied and then decided anything was worth getting out of the wind. Maybe they could even build a fire inside and feel toasty for once in a long while. Food... his stomach ached but he knew that wouldn't be an option -- especially before morning.

"It looks abandoned." Everything always looked abandoned but Zitao decided that was a moot point.

Minho was sure they would both be dead by now if they didn't have each other. He was often the force between the two, the push, the ambition, the drive that got them to this point, but Minho felt otherwise. If Zitao hadn't been there, it would've all been pointless. Minho needed the motivation to stay alive, to protect his boyfriend, and to sacrifice whatever he had to so a future together could be possible in these dismal conditions.

He needed him just as much as the younger man needed Minho.

"Stay here, I'll check it out. Remember to take the safety off, okay? Keep your eyes sharp." Minho smiled, weary, but he took Zitao's gun from its sling to hand it to him. His hands were so cold, shaky, but Minho hoped that this beaten shelter would help.

After a quick but complete inspection, Minho peeked his head out and grinned, the first excited one in months. "Empty. I found some cans, too." he motioned for Zitao to get inside.

Zitao waited, holding the gun in his hand and he really hated the weapon. Something felt so dangerous about the slight movement of one digit that could end lives. Being that it would be in self defense but something about the idea of it in the abstract was aways one that he didn't enjoy when not in the middle of a life or death fight. He tried to keep his hand steady as he listened, waiting and his fingers felt frozen on the grip of the gun and a garrish mental image of his hands being frozen and melded as one to the gun nearly made him drop it. He was exhuasted and at these points sometimes it was like his imagination made things feel real that he knew were absolutely not real.

A small smile touched Zitao's lips when the all clear was given and then the hope of food. "What are they?" he asked, lowering his arm and losening his grip on the weapon as he came inside the small shack, and he couldn't help but smile more, the grinn on Minho's face a bit infectious and the thought of food made him almost diliriously happy.

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