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myownwholewildworld · 5 months ago

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wherever you go (a joel miller's ff) - chapter 3

chapter 2 | series masterlist | main asterlist | chapter 4

pairing: outbreak!2003!joel x f!reader.

summary: you're at your wits' end with joel. so you have to do something about it.

warnings: 18+. nsfw. mdni. mention of sarah's death. probably absolute filth. some slapping. explicit smut with a plot. softdom!joel. biting. masturbation (m and f). finger sucking. unprotected piv. a bit of ass play. pet names (darling, sweetheart). sir kink. a slight breeding kink. some violence towards the end. reader is female, no other description given. reader is mid-late 20s, joel is 36. no use of y/n. joel's and reader's pov.

a/n: buckle up, my friends. i apologise in advance, but this has been coming for the last two chapters lmao. who am i to deny them? no one. all interactions welcome! enjoy and thank you all for reading! <3

w/c: ~3k.

It had been a week since Joel almost lost his mind, and he still couldn’t comprehend what had possessed him to do such a thing. For a split second he had lost control of his own actions and gave in to his yearning. A yearning for human connection he did not know he had. The last few months had been living hell, to say the least.

Every time he closed his eyes to try and sleep, Joel could only see Sarah’s face. Her smile, her warm hugs, her giggles, her vivacity. And then, the light abandoning her eyes, her blank expression, her limp limbs as he would press her dearly against his chest. The desperation he felt then had still not deserted him. He had been a man of God because that was what his family had imparted him, but since Sarah’s death his faith was wavering. Why would God take her away from him? Sarah was an angel sent from above, she should have not suffered such demise. So, either God was a cruel entity, or an imaginary one.

That night Joel did not even attempt to get some rest so decided to do the first night shift instead. They were still at the same cave as it had proved to be a good spot to rest up and plan what their next steps would be. Tommy had suggested they checked out the quarantine zones the government had set up in big cities, but Joel was not so keen on the idea. In the last nine months since the outbreak, they had been witness to too many ungodly acts ― all committed by the living, not so many by the dead.

That was why they were in Ouachita National Forest, further north than what they were a few months ago. They were still debating whether they should head towards Kansas City, Chicago or remain in the wilderness. Although resources were scarcer, so were the clickers. They had not encountered too many people either, which, considering their past experiences, it was a good thing. No one could be trusted anymore.

Joel sat down on a tree stump by the entrance of the cave, rifle on hand. He had his worn-out, unbuttoned military jacket on as temperatures dropped considerably after sunset. The night was so quiet it felt eerie. He could not see anything when he looked up as the treetops fully covered the night sky. He assumed it would be a starry night, clear of clouds. He kept his mind occupied with made-up scenarios to avoid drifting away into Morpheus’ world.

Hours had gone by when Joel heard the slight twitch of a branch from behind him. He rapidly stood up, gripping the rifle with tension. When he turned around and saw you, he clicked his tongue with disdain.

You were too sleepy to pick up on his rude gesture. You stretched your back, which hurt like hell. You had tried to fashion some sort of cushioned bed with leaves and grass, but your makeshift bed was still hard as a rock.

“What time is it?”, you asked grumpily.

“Not sure, around four in the morning?”, he answered without looking at you while he sat back down.

“You have a wristwatch, don’t you know how to read the time?”, you said sneeringly to get some sort of reaction out of him.

“Huh, you’re so fucking funny I’d laugh if I could”, he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “It’s broken”.

You looked at him in silence, as you had done many times in the last week. You didn’t understand how this man could kiss you like the world was ending and then, a second later, he would pretend you were nothing more than an annoying moth flying around him.

It infuriated you. He infuriated you.

He was there as if nothing had happened between the two of you, while you just woke up because of a very realistic dream. Or should you say a nightmare? Your body had some unreleased, built-up tension that was damn hard to ignore. You blamed Tommy for interrupting you ― had it not been for him, you might have known what it felt like to be under Joel. Or on top of him.

You shook your head, angry at yourself and at the man in front of you.

“Sure is, I bet they didn’t teach you how to read the time when you went to school, hmmm, when? Back in the 50s?”, you teased again.

He stood up, leaving the rifle on the ground, leaned against the stump.

“Seriously, what is your fucking problem?”, he growled, his fists tightly closed on his sides.

Finally ― a breakthrough.

“My problem?”, you chuckled. “You are my problem, Joel Miller. Are you telling me you have forgotten about what happened a week ago, huh?”, you ventured.

“What happened a week ago was a mistake, that is what it was. I don’t even know what kind of demon possessed me, because I wouldn’t even touch you with a ten-foot pole”, you could almost hear his teeth grinding against each other.

His words hurt you, but they made you even madder. Who did he think he was anyway?

“You are a fucking mistake. And what you say is complete bullshit. Do you think I have not noticed how you look at me when you believe I’m not paying attention? You pretend you are not interested, but you need a goddamn reality check if you really think so”, you snapped back, the palms of your hands tingling ― you wanted to punch him so bad.

“You are frigging delusional, darlin’. You are the only woman I have seen in the last few months, it’s not like I have much to choose from, do I? It was a desperate move, nothing else. Stop imagining things―”.

That was it. He had crossed a line. So you slapped him to shut him up. His rugged face turned ninety degrees with the force of your blow. His cheek reddened slightly.

And then you grabbed him by the neck of his flannel shirt, forcing down his face towards you so he would not have time to react. You were going to prove him who was right ― and it wasn’t him.

You kissed him, separating his lips with your tongue. You outlined his top teeth with the tip of your tongue and then he let you in. You would have smirked if you could. You mapped out his whole mouth with quick but insisting twirls, Joel following your lead. You helped him remove his jacket.

One of your hands was still holding onto his plaid shirt while the other travelled south. You could swear Joel had stopped breathing, but you distracted him by breaking the kiss and looking at him with intent. His lips were parted and wet with your spit, slightly red. You grazed the prominent bulge on his jeans with the palm of your hand, biting your bottom lip down when he heavily sighed with some relief before he trapped your mouth with his again.

You let go of the flannel shirt to work on the buckle of his belt, unfastening it with some difficulty. Joel groaned loudly when you pulled down from the brim of his jeans to bring them down just below his ass, giving you plenty of access. One of Joel’s hands darted to your neck, circling your throat with the span of his fingers and squeezing lightly. Not to the point where you couldn’t breathe, but to the point where it made the whole experience even more pleasurable.

You moaned while your hand trespassed the elastic of his underwear and dipped your fingers down. You grabbed his manhood, already hard and leaking from the tip. You smiled as your thumb rubbed the precum against his sensitive skin and then slowly started to pump him. You had not seen his cock yet, but judging by the girth of it, you were not to be disappointed. You put some pressure on his shaft before upping the rhythm of the pumps.

“Fuck it, fuck this”, Joel wailed as he broke off the kiss.

For a second, you thought he was going to push you away.

His mind was spinning like a Ferris wheel coming off its hinges. He was mad, utterly mad. He shouldn’t but wouldn’t stop. Not now when you had enticed him this far. His dick was pulsing in your hand, and he was panting like a thirsty dog which had not tasted water in days.

He grabbed your adventurous hand and forced you to take it out of his briefs. Then he pushed you towards a fallen tree nearby. Joel was right behind you, his manhood hard pressed against your ass as he bit your neck, then pecking it where he had marked you. He took off your shirt before you could complain. You wore no bra, so when the cold air touched your sensitive nipples, you sighed. Joel’s hands were resting on your hips, but both quickly moved upwards until they gently cupped both of your breasts. He massaged them with care while he left a path of kisses on the side of your neck.

Then his left hand ventured south at the same time he twirled your right nipple between his fingers. You whimpered audibly when he dunked two fingers in your wet slit. He traced you up and down, your knees trembling with delight. Your cunt was so soft with your own fluids that it felt like velvet. Joel wondered how it would taste if he flattened his tongue against the damp skin and fucked you with his tongue. He groaned at the thought, and instead he paid special attention to your clit with his dextrous fingers. Your back arched, your ass touching his bulge ― you unconsciously wiggled your hips to grind on his cock. Then he tested your entrance with one fingertip, circling it slowly, while your bottom lip was quivering.

“You want this?”, he said in a coarse voice.

You nodded.

“Speak up, sweetheart”, he demanded.

“Yes, please, sir”, you whispered.

You closed your eyes and suspired loudly when his ring finger got greedily engulfed by your dripping hole. He started slowly, then fingered you relentlessly with two digits, to the point where you had to grasp his wrist to steady yourself. He curved them towards the front of your insides, stroking the right spot. You couldn’t help but watch as his fingers disappeared between your soaked folds. Your mouth shaped a perfect ‘O’ before you let go and came violently on his fingers. But Joel gave you no truce, he carried on masturbating you until you orgasmed twice more in quick succession with tears in your eyes. Your cunt was gushing for him ― you could feel the trickle of your cum going down your inner thighs. Your knees bended and you almost fell to the floor, but Joel held you by your hips with the firm embrace of his right arm.

“Good girl”, he purred in your ear, offering you his wet left hand.

You wrapped both of your hands around his wrist to hold it in place and sucked on his fingers with wanton need, his digits touching the back of your throat. You showed him explicitly what you would do to his throbbing dick if you had the chance. You licked him clean, tasting yourself on him.

Joel understood exactly what you were doing, feeling the tip of his cock touching his lower belly. He pushed down your trousers and underwear in one swift movement. Joel placed one hand on your back to make you go down on your knees. You kneeled on the ground, and he did so behind you. You put your hands down on the fallen trunk and looked over your shoulder for a minute. Joel had freed his dick, and he was holding it from the base. For a moment you wondered if it would fit, and you bit down your lip at the idea. You felt hypnotised by the sight, pondering how it would feel against your tongue, its glans pushing past your uvula, suffocating you.

“Lean forward for me, darlin’”, he muttered, and you happily obliged with dreamy eyes.

You rested your left cheek against the fallen log in between your hands, ass up in the air. You heard the rustling of leaves as Joel positioned himself right behind you. He placed his hands on your butt cheeks and cracked them open to have a peek. Joel groaned at such blissful picture. He could see your pussy literally throbbing for him, beckoning him like a siren a sailor. What a sight to see, he thought. With a pained huff, he let go of your buttocks and guided the tip of his dick to kiss your entrance. You hissed with pleasure. Finally, you thought. But he didn’t go in ― instead he trailed the tip of his cock along your slick cunt a few times.

“Joel, please, I beg―”.

“Shh”, he hummed at the exact time he went back down to your needy hole and pushed in his tip. Your flesh parted to make way. Your pussy was aching for him, burning to feel him inside. You have never felt this aroused in your life.

He took his sweet time, caressing your clit again as he went in inch by inch until his whole length was inside you. He stayed there for a long minute, letting you get used to him filling you up entirely. Your pussy choked his manhood at irregular intervals ― you just couldn’t control your own muscles anymore. It felt like heaven for both of you.

Then he moved back slowly, his shaft almost slipping out before he pushed back in with brute force. Joel freed your clit from his touch to grab your hips and started fucking you mercilessly. He found a devilish rhythm and you just went along with it. Both of your moans could be heard from yards away, as well as the squelching sounds coming from where you two connected ― luckily for you, Tommy slept like a log.

The roughness of the wood scratched the skin on your cheek, but you didn’t care. It felt too good. Your fingers clutched, trying to hold on to something as your body was being rocked by Joel’s thrusts, an orgasm creeping up on you. And then you came again, almost screaming into the dead of night, like you never came before. You could feel your whole cunt squeezing him uncontrollably, your clit burning with electricity. You felt extremely overstimulated, but you let Joel ride you to find his own release.

Joel’s eyes had rolled to the back of his head ― he had never felt this horny before. This damn woman ―you― was doing something to him, albeit he didn’t know what. He felt your inner walls tightened firmly around his cock and he almost lost it. Every time he locked eyes on where you two met, seeing his shiny dick pulling out of you, he thought you the most beautiful woman in the whole world.

His balls were so tense he feared he was going to spill his seed in you. But he found the last bit of sanity within him ― as much as he would love to claim you for himself, he couldn’t. And so, he pulled out just in time, lodging his shaft between your buttocks. He put his hands on each side of your ass to squeeze his manhood in the fold of your skin. He leaned forward, his chest against your back, to bite you between your shoulder blades before straightening himself again. Joel pumped himself a couple of times in between your buttocks and came on you abundantly. What a waste, you thought out of nowhere.

Both of you stayed in the same exact position for a hot minute, breathing heavily with effort. You were the first one to move, although your limbs felt like jelly. You grabbed some leaves and cleaned the cum off your lower back as Joel watched you avidly.

Joel stood up and pulled up his briefs and jeans, while his mind was racing with doubt. He shouldn’t have done it, shouldn’t have let it go this far. What was meant to be a lesson for you, ended up being a lesson for himself too. Concealing his concern, he offered a hand to help you get up. You gladly took it and proceeded to clothe yourself again, being fully conscious of Joel’s hungry gaze.

You smiled at him.

“That was fun―”.

“A mistake”, he cut you off before you could say anything else.

You were left speechless. What did he just say?

“Are you fucking shitting me right now, Joel?”, you shouted at him. “Because if you are joking, I swear to God I will―”, your anger was raising up fast.

“No, I ain’t joking, we shouldn’t have done this. You don’t understand, I’ll just get you k―”.

“JOEL!”, you screamed at the top of your lungs when you suddenly saw a man a few yards behind him.

Before Joel could grab the rifle, a gunshot was heard and impacted on Joel’s right shoulder. He fell to the ground in agony, and you hastened to kneel beside him. Blood was quickly soaking his flannel shirt.

“No, Joel, please―”, then you felt someone pulling your hair back and yelled in pain. “Let go of me, you jerk!”. It was a different man.

The first man who had shot at Joel came towards you. Joel tried to sit up to fight back, but the man with the gun hit him in the head with the grip of the weapon and Joel fell back down on the dirt.

He was not moving. Was he dead? No, he couldn’t be. You felt the bile rise up in your throat but managed to hold it.

“Joel, Joel―”, you said with tears running down your cheeks.

“Shut up, bitch”, said the second man before slapping you.

You fought them back with all you had, but in the end, they hit you in the head too, rendering you unconscious, and dragging you away.

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hyuuukais · 9 days ago

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⋆₊‧⁺˖⋆˚.⋆ ͙͘͡★ LOOK UP TO THE STARS

pairing ▪︎ han jisung x fem reader

synopsis ▪︎ sent out on a mission to a neighbouring QZ that's gone radio silent, y/n falls into the hands of a post-rebellion group after things go terribly wrong. giving up on rejoining her squad, she joins the group on a trek to find a missing member, the group leader's sister. what's supposed to be a not-so-simple trip out and back to their base becomes a one-way ticket to the end of everything they know.

warnings ▪︎ general

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CHAPTER NINE ▪︎ WE HAVE TO GET BACK (6.2k)

It took you almost all day to walk around the town and find the truck again. There's a note stuck in the windshield when you get there- it's from Chan, saying they're holed up in a school with some other survivors they met, a map with the location circled sitting in the driver's seat. You choose to sit with Han and Chaeryeong in the back, her head on your lap, and unshed tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Han says nothing, just holds her hand and watches the buildings pass by.

The school isn't far, taking under twenty minutes to get to. When you arrive, you can see it's defenseless, sitting in the open with no sign of life. None of the doors open. Minho bangs a fist on the last one in hopes someone will open it. There are noises beyond the doors, whispers and shuffling, what sounds like something being moved out of the way. The door swings open and you're quickly being ushered inside by someone you've never seen before, spotting Chan leaning in the doorway of a classroom to your left. Han enters behind you, still holding Chaeryeong bridal style, and Chan's arms drop from where they were crossed over his chest as he steps away from the doorway.

"What happened?" He's taking Chaeryeong from Han, lying her on the ground and taking in her lifeless body. "Jisung, what happened?"

Chan's voice is thick with emotion, hands tracing over her face and arms much like you and Han did when she fell. You kneel on the other side of her body, taking one of Chan's hands in yours, but he flinches away.

"She saved me," You whisper. Chan looks up at you, jaw clenched. "I'm sorry Chan. It should've-"

"Don't you dare say it should've been you." He grits. "It shouldn't have been anyone."

"What's going o-" Jeongin stops dead in the doorway Chan was just in. He's looking at Chaeryeong, but he's not really looking, his stare far off somewhere else.

No one speaks as the others join, Hyunjin and Felix kneeling down next to Chan by her head. Silent tears drip down Felix's cheeks, a reminder of how close they were. You can't imagine the pain he's in, that anyone around you is in; if it hurts this much for someone who's known Chaeryeong for less than a year, how much hurt are those who have known her so much longer feeling?

Minho clears his throat, breaking the silence. "I have an idea." When no one talks, he continues. "There's a field of cherry blossom trees not too far away from here. We can take her there, have a proper funeral."

"Old fashioned," Seungmin comments. "But I like it, she would love that."

"It's what she deserves." Your fingers graze her forearm, landing in her hand and holding it tightly. Despite what you've been taught, you let the tears fall when you look back at her face. She's cold, so cold. Although it's always sounded like bullshit to you, you can't help but hope she's in a better place now, somewhere not so scary and dangerous, somewhere she can be happy. There won't be a day that passes you won't think of her.

"Let us help you restock and get out." A woman behind you says, the same one who opened the door for you.

Leaving you alone in a room full of supplies, you begin to grab what you need. After everything you've been hit with these past few days, a total restock is very much needed. There are more weapons than you've seen since leaving the Quarantine Zone, reminding you of the massive weapons lockers kept underground in that old home. You don't wonder where these people got this sort of weaponry, but you find you don't care. Knowing your machete lies in the back of the truck under the seat, you only grab some sharp throwing knives to strap onto your chest and another two on your thigh. One knife sits sheathed and tucked away in a corner, almost like someone is hiding it for themselves, but the beauty doesn't miss your eye. It's dagger-like, the handle blue and pointed with dragonfly wings sticking out where the blade meets, adding a bit of weight to the little thing. You slide it onto your belt.

Once everyone has collected what they need, you're let out of the school. The kindness of these strangers won't be forgotten by you; you hope you live long enough to come back and thank them properly one day, or even become the kind stranger yourself.

Chan leads the group back to the truck, still too many people to fit inside. Jeongin offers to sit with Chaeryeong in the backseat, head on his lap, with Hyunjin driving and Seungmin in the passenger's side. You're sitting between Chan and Minho against the back window, Han tucked into his corner on the far side, and Changbin making small talk with Felix in between. Lily is across from them, watching the scenery go by quietly, but the look on her face tells you everything you need to know. Carefully, you crawl beside her despite Minho complaining you're taking his warmth.

"It's not your fault." You start, putting a hand up when Lily begins to protest. "Let me finish. It's not your fault Chaeryeong got hurt or that we got captured in the first place. You didn't choose to find Hannah, you didn't choose to have us follow you, you didn't choose any of this, so how could it be? We all knew the risks when we followed Chan out here. There was never a moment we thought it'd be easy." You sigh, leaning your head back with your eyes closed. "Of course, I'm being a hypocrite. I blame myself too."

"Why?" Lily asks. "Like you said, you didn't choose to be taken-"

"No, but I chose not to kill Officer Song when we should have, and now look what happened," You argue softly. "If I let Minho- if I didn't hesitate, she would still be alive."

"I know saying it's not your fault won't make you feel any better, but you still said it to me knowing the same," Lily says, placing a hand on your shoulder. "It's not your fault. None of this is."

For the rest of the ride, you sit next to Lily and make the occasional comment to her about things you pass. It's nearly the end of the day by the time you make it to the field, the sunset seeping through the tree branches and painting everything in a vibrant shade of orange. Chan had been smart to grab a few shovels from the school, him, Han, and Changbin all beginning to dig between two trees. You get to work on a makeshift grave marker, two sticks held onto a longer one with some string you found in the glove box to match your dragonfly dagger. You know she would have loved it and tried stealing it from you only to return it later that night. With some dirt and water, you cake on two dots on the top of the long stick to create eyes.

"Here, try this." Lily offers some string netting, tying it to the sticks to create wings. "Perfect, you did a great job Y/n."

The sun has gone down, and a cold wind has started up by the time the hole is finished being dug. You wipe the sweat off your forehead, having taken one of the last shifts, and climb out with the help of Hyunjin. Jeongin stands nearby with the raggedy blanket you kept on the backseat of the truck, placing it neatly on the ground. Seeing it laid out like this, you didn't realize quite how big it was, but Jeongin must have known. In the corner, you see the initials LC embroidered with pink thread standing out on the dirty yellow. Chan takes it upon himself to take Chaeryeong from the truck and set her on top, carefully folding the edges over to cover her completely. Once she's wrapped, he holds her torso and looks to whisper something in her ear before he hooks an arm under her legs. You watch him jump back into the hole, placing her body down one final time.

Each of you take turns saying something, anything to preserve her memory. By the end, there's no shame for you in seeing each other cry, even Minho and Seungmin having to turn around to avoid being seen. Moonlight seeps through the cherry blossom's branches, petals falling over her as you say your final goodbyes. It takes time to bury her, a team effort, and once you've thrown the last handful of dirt, you grab the grave marker.

"Jeongin," You say, turning to face him, holding the wooden piece out to him. "You should do it."

"M-me?" Jeongin stutters, pointing at himself.

"Just do it." You urge.

Hesitantly, he takes the marker from you and stands at the front of the dirt mound. Before digging it into the earth, Jeongin takes out a knife and carves her initials into the stick as best as he can. He chokes back a sob when it penetrates the ground, hanging his head so the tears don't drip down his cheeks.

Nobody talks on the ride out. Nobody is cracking jokes or commenting on the rain starting. Nobody acknowledges the sniffling coming from the back or the noises you have to make to keep from sobbing. Nothing is said, nothing is done; Chan is driving, and you're doing everything you can to hold it together.

"There."

A large sign greets you as you enter the coastal city on foot, your truck having broken down again a few kilometres back. Water comes up to your ankles, prominent flooding in the streets making it hard to walk. Hours pass before Lily points out the domed building she mentioned before, a big white stadium glowing in the gloomy atmosphere. There's still a distance between you and the dome, a large gap in the concrete falling into rushing water far below. Standing at the edge, you peer into the dark rapids and feel dizzy, but almost hypnotized.

Moving in the wind is a long, wooden bridge. It doesn't look the most stable, but it's your only choice to cross to the other side. Looking behind you, Lily moves first to go. The bridge is narrow, and she makes sure to hold onto both sides of the structure as she crosses. There are a few missing pieces she has to step over carefully, the bridge creaking and groaning as she walks slowly across. Once she makes it to the other side, Chan begins leading your group over a few at a time. Then it's just you, Han, and Felix. Felix is halfway across when you speak.

"Han, you go-" You nod, but he interrupts you.

"No," Han gestures his hand toward the bridge. "I'll go right after you, okay? I don't trust the wind not to push you down."

"What about you then? You'll risk your life?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Someone has to, and I'm not letting it be you again," He says, staying put by the end of the bridge, one hand resting on the railing.

"Promise me you'll join when I'm half way then, okay?" Han starts to protest, but you shake your head and hold up a hand. "Promise."

"Fine." He grumbles, nodding his head at the makeshift structure. "Just get on."

Rolling your eyes, you start the walk. It's a lot harder getting over than you thought it might be, the wind threatening to push you off the edge constantly, your body as low as it can be without laying down completely. At the halfway point you turn around and see Han has kept his promise, beginning his own trek. The rain makes it hard to see your final destination, but you think you can still see Felix holding onto the other side. With one arm in front of your face to shield your eyes from the oncoming rain, you persevere. There's a rock in the bridge that you assume is Han climbing on behind you, but when it rocks again, you realize it's the wind with a tightening of fear in your chest. With another gust, you're stopped in place clinging onto the wet wood desperately, one more and you're face first with a large gap in the planks. As you go to jump over, your foot slips.

Your scream is cut short, someone grabbing onto your arm at the last second before you can fall too far; Han. He's looking down at you with wide eyes, his hair and the hood of his jacket obscuring his face and covering it from the harsh weather. With his body completely flat on the bridge, he's struggling to try and pull you up, wet hand slipping into yours. There's panic evident in his face, enough to match the feeling in yourself. So many close calls with zombies and what's going to take you out is a wet bridge, like, c'mon. You can hear shouting, but neither you nor Han can bear to rip your eyes away from each other as you continue to sway and slip further down. In a last effort to save you, Han swings his other arm over to clutch your forearm, beginning to pull you up, Felix joining on the other side. He has his hand out, ready to try grabbing either of you in case of a fall, despite the distance. Right when you think you're in the clear, a huge gust of wind causes your body to shift in Han's grip, and you fall.

Someone shouts from above, your fingers slipping from Han's as he tries to grab you again. Now you're face to face with him; he slipped trying to grab you. There's another figure above you, and you feel your heart drop.

Water overtakes you, plummeting deep into the rushing waves of this apocalypse-made river, the force tearing you and Han away from each other. You're struggling to resurface with the speed you're going, the freezing cold temperature bone-deep, causing your movements to become stiff and sluggish. You feel yourself hit something in the water, holding on and using it to help you climb above the water. As soon as your head pops up, you're taking a huge gasp and taking in your surroundings. Not too far down, there's a laundry wire connected by two crumbling buildings, low enough for you to grab onto if you propel yourself in the right direction. Kicking off from whatever it is you're holding, too much of it underneath to tell what is is exactly, you launch yourself toward the wire. The rapids make it difficult to stay above water, but you reach a hand up and latch onto the wire with one hand, stretching with a shout to grab onto it with another.

There's a body coming toward you, and even with the water flushing into your vision, you can tell who it is. Han sees you and copies your previous movements, holding onto the wire next to you. Before either of you can try and use it to get to dry land, you spot someone else coming your way and squint in the darkening atmosphere- it's Felix. He's in and out of the water, clearly disoriented, and you know he won't be able to grab on. Looking over to Han, you make a silent plan and both reach out between you, barely catching underneath Felix's arms as he passes between you two. With weak arms, he grabs the wire in the spot above him and follows you up as you begin your ascent. It's hard, using all of your upper body strength to reach the balcony it's attached to, only slightly easier once your whole body has been uncovered by water.

Inside, you collapse on the broken stone balcony and heave, but nothing comes up. You crawl inside through the broken glass doors of the apartment, but as soon as you do, something is launching itself at you and pinning you to the ground. With a surge of adrenaline, you're able to keep the zombie from sinking its teeth into your skin, one hand on each of its shoulders. Throwing it off of you, it quickly regains speed and twists toward you again, and you barely roll out of the way. It crashes into a TV stand and knocks a plant down, but it doesn't seem phased as it spins around and hisses at you. Taking your new dagger from your hip, you stand and ready yourself for the next attack as you see Felix and Han stumble into the building, still outside the doors. That second is all it takes for the zombie to take advantage, running at you and throwing you against a bookshelf. You cry out, dropping the dagger. Ducking down, you avoid another attack and pick up your weapon, slashing the zombie's Achilles heel as you get back up, one final stab to the forehead. It goes limp, falling at your feet, and you collapse again in exhaustion.

"Y/n!" Despite his matching exhaustion, Han drops down by your side as you fall. Helping you lean against the bedframe, he looks you over.

Felix joins you, sitting on your other side. There's a trail of blood going down his ear from his hair, nearly covering his ear as well. When you all fell in the water, he must have hit his head on something- hard.

"Felix, your head-" You reach a sluggish arm over to inspect it, and he hisses at the contact.

"I'll be fine. Mild concussion at best." Felix cups your hand with his, bringing it back down. "I can use some of the sheets off the bed to wrap my head. Are you okay?"

"Yeah... yeah, I think so." You nod, eyes falling to the floor. "Just tired."

Examining the room, you see the state of it is less worn than most apartments. You have to assume it's from the flooding- nobody is coming in or out of these buildings. It's a bedroom, that much is clear, with a simple bed and dresser across from it, a broken TV hanging from the wall. Not much personality, maybe belonging to someone who had long since moved out prior to the outbreak.

"Give me a minute, then we can go when you're ready," Felix says, his voice soft.

He moves from next to you, and you can hear him messing with the old sheets and blankets behind you as you lean your head against he plush surface of the mattress. Han stays crouched by your side, and you can feel his stare on you.

"I'm fine, you don't have to watch me." You open your eyes, head rolling to look at him. "Everything's just caught up, I guess. I haven't had the chance to rest in over a day."

"But we stopped at that house-" Han starts, but you shake your head.

"I kept patrolling, just in case. Chan did too... he's probably in a similar state to me right now." Sitting up straighter, you look outside to see the weather has calmed; you must have traveled far. "He's probably worried sick, but at least he'll have his sister."

"If they weren't lying." Han stands, distrust clear in his voice. "They might not even really have Hannah."

He's right, and you know he is, but the thought of Lily lying to you about Hannah doesn't feel right. Felix comes back around the bed, a makeshift bandage wrapped tightly around his head and under his bangs. It really just looks like a type of bandana. Reaching a hand down, Felix helps you stand up. Although you're a bit dizzy on your feet, you know you need to power through. That is, until Han places a hand on your shoulder.

"You need to rest," He says, and you almost think he looks... concerned. "Seriously, we can't have you looking like you're about to pass out."

"But-" You start, but Felix cuts you off.

"No, no buts. He's right." Felix pushes you down lightly by the shoulder to sit you on the edge of the bed. "All of us could use a minute to breathe after all that."

With a reluctant sigh, you lie down on the bed, watching as the other two leave the room. Listening closely, all you can hear are noises of furniture being moved- in front of the front door, you assume. No more yelling or inhuman sounds, a good sign. It takes everything in you to not join them, forcing yourself to get as comfortable as you can on this hard rock of a mattress.

After a while, the sky begins to dim. You watch through the window from the bed as the sun lowers, pinks and oranges painting the scenery. It's beautiful, truly, and you once again find yourself wondering what life might have been like before. Could you see yourself living in a little apartment like this, with friends or by yourself, watching the sunset without worry? Could you picture yourself coming home and kicking your shoes off, relaxing with a hot meal and a movie as you wind down for the night? It all seems so far away; a life that was never meant for you. No, you're built for survival, for dangerous wilds and not knowing what will come next. This is what your brain is hardwired for, although, it would be nice to just live. You lean over the bed, taking the stuffed monkey from your bag.

It's completely dark by the next time you open your eyes. There's a shift of weight at the end of the bed, and you blink to see Han sitting down looking at something in his hands. Leaning up, you see what looks like a little box in his hand, part of it glowing a light blue.

"What is that?" You ask, voice thick with sleep.

Han turns around, clearly startled that you're awake. He clears his throat and turns his body to face you better.

"An MP3 player. You didn't have these in the QZ?" You shake your head. "Oh. It plays music, but I don't use it often so it doesn't die on me. There's only one song on it, wanna hear?"

He passes you a little pod attached to a wire and you take it, placing it in your ear like he has the other. After a beat of silence, you hear a guitar start to play, then vocals. More instruments join the melody, and you find yourself shifting to sit next to Han on the edge of the bed. The music vibrates through your body as the song continues, the emotion coursing through you. You can see why he likes it so much. Once the song finishes, you're disappointed there isn't more. Han wraps the little wired pods around the device and pockets it; that must be his one thing, you think.

"I liked it," You say softly, looking down at his hands.

"I listen to it when things seem impossibly difficult. Like, we don't know if we'll make it back to the others, or if they're okay, or what is going to happen to us." Han leans back on his palms, looking up to the ceiling with a soft exhale, but you can tell his own words are getting to him. "What if something's already happened to the others and we never got to even say goodbye-"

"Stop." You say suddenly. Han looks at you, confused. "No what-ifs, okay? You're going to drown in them."

You take his hand in yours, squeezing it tightly. He's looking at you, really looking at you, and it takes everything in you to keep your eyes locked on his when his gaze is so intense. Han gives you a light nod, then stands with your hand still in his, helping you up from the hard bed. The sound of rushing water fades as you leave the bedroom with the broken glass doors and enter a near pristine- for the apocalypse- living area.

Felix is lying on a red sofa that's pushed against the far wall with his back faced to you, seemingly asleep. When he rolls over upon hearing you enter the room, it startles you slightly. None of you talk as he gets up and grabs his bag from the other side of the sofa, silently making the decision to leave before the sun comes up. There's already a familiar light blue tinge to the edge of the sky as you take one final glance out the window, a sigh escaping your lips. How nice it would be to live in a place like this; how nice it would be to love in a place like this.

As you descend down a few staircases, it becomes clear you'll have to find another way out of this building. The lower levels are completely flooded, causing you to groan in frustration. How are you supposed to get around this?

"Look." Felix's voice breaks your frustrated thoughts, and you look to where he's pointing out of a broken stairwell window. "Across the water- those people."

People? You crouch down by the window, thankful for the greenery coming down in vines to allow some cover. Through the plants, you spot someone tying a boat to what looks like a makeshift dock, another person by their side. It's hard to see what they look like, over-sized cloaks drawn over their heads in the already dim lighting, but you swear one of them has orange hair. As you peek through, you can see them talking before entering the building the dock is connected to. It looks to be some kind of old storefront, and you can't help wondering if that's where they live.

"Crazy idea, but what if we take their boat?" Han whispers his suggestion, looking down at you from where he's standing beside the window.

"We can't do that!" Felix whispers back from the other side of you. "We're not that desperate."

"Are you sure? Because it seems like a pretty good idea to me." You shake your head, unable to believe you're siding with Han on this. "How else can we get back to the others? Walking on water?"

"Okay, okay!" Felix huffs, frustrated, but he knows you're right.

"Wait, Y/n." Han pulls you up by your arm and you make a noise in protest. Bringing you aside, he lowers his voice. "Swimming- you can't."

You blush, having forgotten the obvious. "It's a short distance, I'll be fine. Besides, I can hang off of you if I need to."

"Or," Felix steps in; the small space makes it impossible to not overhear. "We can get the boat and drive it over here before making a run for it. You'll have to be ready to hop in though."

Biting your lip, you think it over. By doing this, you won't slow them down or accidentally give away your position due to your lack of swimming skills. It's a tough call, not wanting to be separated no matter how small of a distance, but you know what to do.

"Fine," You sigh. "I'll be here."

Felix nods and makes his way out of the window, a small splash following his departure. Han is quick to follow, but pauses as he swings a leg over the edge, looking back at you. He nods his head, and you walk over to him, leaning against the wall.

"You're sure you'll be okay here?" Han asks, looking away briefly.

"Yeah, I will be," You swallow, unsure why you feel so warm all of a sudden; maybe it's nerves from the thought of being alone. "Be careful out there. Both of you."

You raise your voice a bit for Felix to hear, and Han chuckles lightly with another nod. Swinging his other leg over, Han looks back at you like he wants to say something else, his expression hard to read. Clearly thinking better of it, he looks back out across the water and takes a final breath before joining Felix below. For the brief moment he's under the water, you can feel yourself holding your breath until he surfaces. Staying crouched, you watch as they make their way over as quietly as possible.

As soon as Felix's fingers touch the side of the boat, you spot the two people exiting the building. The orange-haired one is holding some kind of parcel, laughing at something his friend must has said inside. Panic seizes you when you realize Felix and Han can't see them from their side of the boat, so you do the only thing you can think of- you whistle, high-pitched and loud enough for them to hear. This catches their attention, but also the attention of the others, and you duck down immediately. Silence- that's all you hear for a long time; you can't tell if that's good or bad. It's only when you hear what sounds like the boat engine turn on and fade into the distance that you can dare to glance out the window.

No one is there, and you feel your heart drop out of your ass. Without thinking, you lunge over the edge of the broken window and drop gracelessly into the water below. Again, panic threatens you as you plunge into the cold water, but you don't allow it to take over. You surface, gasping for air, hair sticking to your face uncomfortably as you make your way over to where Felix and Han disappeared. The water is deep, making it difficult for you to keep your head above as you clumsily swim cross to the dock. You're almost there- but your limbs prove to still be tired from the last few days, and you slip underneath the surface. Your body's first instinct is to fight, arms grabbing at the water in slow motion as you claw back to the top. You were so close.

A hand wraps around your forearm, yanking you onto solid land. As your body connects with the hard ground, you scramble away and almost back into the water before another hand grabs your upper arm. With your hair in your face like this, it's hard to see who it is, so you kick out your legs and are met with a familiar 'oof'.

"Fuck, Y/n!" Han is doubled over, holding his stomach. "Don't kick me! I was trying to help you!"

"Sorry, sorry!" You stand quickly, finding Felix soaking wet behind Han. "Where'd you guys go? I looked up and you were gone!"

"We went along the edge and surfaced over there-" Felix points a little further away to a spot covered in foliage. "-then stayed hidden until those guys left. Jisung was going to go back to you, but then we saw you fall in the water."

"I didn't- I didn't fall." You huff, looking away as a slight warmth comes across your cheeks. "I just... dived clumsily."

"Whatever you want to call it." Jisu- Han says to you, a small smirk on his face. "We should get inside though, those guys could come back. They might not be happy if this is like, their territory or something."

Felix nods, already making his way inside the storefront. The door is long gone, only splintered wood hanging off the doorway as a reminder of one once being there. Inside, it's just like any other storefront you've been in before- broken glass across the counter, tables and chairs overturned, drawers opened and empty. Everything is normal to you save for a smaller table tucked into a corner, two stools shoved underneath.

As you get closer, you can see papers strewn across the table, a leather bound journal sitting on top. Opening the journal, you can see names and dates- these people know the date?- written out on each page, going to about halfway through the pages until you get to what you assume is today. There's a small note- 'disturbance in east end by dome, check out later with bigger crew'. Disturbance? They must mean you and the others, the bridge and whatever else could have happened while you were being swept away by the river.

"Guys, check this out," You call over your shoulder. When the neither Han nor Felix answer, you look to see yourself alone. Again.

"I'm getting real sick of this." You mutter to yourself, heading up the only way they could have gone- the staircase on the opposite side of the store.

Making sure to grab the journal, you make your way up quietly, just in case. The upper doorway is covered by a thinning sheet, and you can just barely make out two figures behind it. Felix's voice carries slightly, and you find yourself stopping right before the doorway, out of sight but still in hearing range. You know you shouldn't be doing this, but-

"Just ask her?" Felix laughs slightly, but he almost sounds exasperated. "Really, it can't be that hard. It's not like you're in lo-"

"Shut up!" Han scolds, and you smile at the thought of his face turning red. "It's not that simple. I don't even think that kind of thing crosses her mind since all that other shit went down."

He then speaks in a quieter voice, followed by a sigh from Felix. This feels wrong, eavesdropping on them, so you enter the room.

The room is smaller than the lower level, some ratty seats in the shape of blobs you assume must have been more plush back in this place's heyday. It seems to be some sort of hang out spot- boxes of board games lining one of the walls, some sort of device connected to the TV hanging off another. Han notices you first, back straightening as he kicks off the windowsill he was leaning on.

"Found something?" He clears his throat, trying to act casual; you give him a look.

"I think so. Look," You extend the journal in one hand. "Entries dating back weeks, maybe months. Confirms we're on someone's territory, and we might want to get out quickly."

"What makes you say that?" Felix grabs the journal tentatively. He flips through a few pages before you can formulate an answer. "Basic patrol checkpoint, like we had back home... ah." He leans over to show Han. "Naevis spotted? Then they wrote 'plan attack'. Okay, so maybe not the friendliest people..."

"Shouldn't we also be worried about whoever 'Naevis' is referring to?" Han looks up, catching your eye; why does your heartbeat feel faster? "They must be having some kind of turf war- not something we want to be apart of."

You shake your head. "No, you're right. Whoever these people are, we need to leave soon-"

Your eyes drop down as Felix turns another page and a slip of folded up paper drops to the ground by Han's feet. Picking it up, he's quick to unfold it. The paper grows tenfold, a decently sized map forming before your eyes. With no table up here, so Han lays it out on the ground between the three of you. You and Felix crouch down, taking a look.

There are dozens of red circles around the map- areas of interest? Places on the route? The latter is confirmed when you see where you must be- a small place called 'Berry's Lounge' circled across from the apartments you came through. You hold back a dry laugh when you see said apartments labeled as 'No go- infected'. You suppose you're lucky, not having run into many in there considering it was enough of an issue for these people to mark it down. Quite a bit away from your location, there's a large white building circled in blue. A sense of unease washes over you as you point it out.

"Is that the dome?" You ask, voice low.

No one answers for a moment, and it's like you can feel the other two go still by your side. Felix clears his throat. "We should get going."

"How?" Han looks up from where he was staring at the map, out of the temporary daze. "We traveled really far. There's no way we'll make it there in time."

You don't like the way he's phrased that- in time, like there's something imminent that will determine the fate of your friends. Shaking your head, you begin to fold up the map again, but a hand flies out to stop you from doing so. Felix's fingers dance across the paper, landing on another circled area in red-

"Naevis boat port," Felix says, almost breathless. "It's not far, looks like... an hour by foot? We can get there, steal a boat, and get back to the others."

Frowning, you continue folding the map once Felix takes his hand away. The plan is risky, but you know there aren't many options in this scenario. It's either you spend several days trying to get back to where the others may or may not be, or you risk your lives stealing a boat to get back before the next morning. The choice is obvious.

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