↳ amusement park。

@▸ jung taekwoon。 (make sure to take care of yourself please q n q )


Looking around Minho shrugged slightly. A place like here. Honestly it just felt like any other place to him. Surely, in movies abandoned amusement parks had not exactly the best reputation but to Minho it was not more scary than any of the hospitals or empty apartment complexes. It was just a place with lots of space for people to hide in.

“I guess we both fit here then,” Minho said, keeping the container open and holding it out for the other. “Take as much as you need, okay?” He smiled gently at him, an almost soft expression on it. He had already eaten so he did not need it but sometimes it was good to have it with him. Just like right now, it had saved them both from some trouble, properly. “To me it tastes a bit like chicken,” he then said, trying to make it easier for the other human. “Just some chicken. Sadly raw because I didn’t manage to have fire but hey, chicken.” He shrugged slightly and chuckled, looking at the other man.

The gagging was totally normal, when Minho had eaten the human flesh first he had ended up throwing up all of it right afterwards. That had happened the first few times but now it was just a numb feeling. He ate it because he had to, not because he wanted to and he made sure only to take what he needed. “I would appreciate it very much if you didn’t try to kill me again, yes,” he said and nodded slightly. Taekwoon. So his name was Taekwoon. “Some call me Lino too,” he then added. He often talked over the radio whenever he felt fit enough and he usually kept that name there.

“The cure?” he asked surprised as he nodded, listening to the other. “I have food but… I don’t think you’d enjoy the eating?” He frowned a bit. It did not taste good to infected. In fact it tasted horribly. Minho forced himself to eat it thought so he did have to eat less human flesh but that did not exactly make it much better. “Maybe I can help with the cure?”

@▸ lee minho。 (it's been a rough week ;-; but all is well)

Though Taekwoon felt he was better off dying, he had a pesky habit of unconsciously preserving his life. It most often wasn't even intentional, but in those dark moments when he felt close to ending it all, his stupid survival-instincts seemed to kick in last-second and keep him around yet another day. It was beginning to get annoying. He believed at first, when this apocalypse began, that he would be among those strong and resourceful enough to live through the harrowing journey. Alas, he found himself infected shortly after it all started, without a single clue on how to go on.

"I guessed," he admitted. "I figure... most sane people wouldn't be caught in a place like this." He gave a sardonic, pained smile. "How fitting to end up here... right?" Mouth watering, hands shaking, Taekwoon took the small box from this perfect stranger. He gave a tremulous sigh. "Really..?" He took two pieces out and handed the little container back. His stomach churned at the thought of eating this... but he truly had no choice. While squinting his eyes shut in a desperate attempt to forget what exactly he was eating, he shoved the meat into his mouth and chewed quickly. He gagged.

A palm rose abruptly to cover his lips and prevent himself from spewing this perfectly-preserved morsel. He managed somehow to keep it down but just barely. He could have collapsed with ecstasy when the pain in his stomach let up. He gave a thankful look to his new acquaintance. "Thank you. I promise I won't attempt to take your life again." With a bit of effort, he offered a weak smile. "I'm Taekwoon. What's your name?" He nodded in acknowledgement when the other answered. "Minho? Good to... officially meet you. Now.." He looked around and attempted to see if there were any other life forms in the dimming light.

"Let me tell you where I find shelter. There are supplies there for basic survival- except food, that is. I'm a scientist working on a cure, but..." He sighed forlornly. "I haven't had much luck. Once I find the cure, though," he started with a sheepish smile. "You'll be the first to know."

@▸ jung taekwoon。 (welcome back! <3 im glad you have returned!)

How was it so easy for the other to tell that he was in fact infected? Minho could feel his body tense upon the other man’s words but then he could see tears on his cheeks and damn, he felt pity rise inside his chest. That guy had tried to kill him, hadn’t he? And yet Minho was here, feeling pity for him. He frowned and looked at him, his lips while he tried to decide what to do now. What had this world done to all the people?

“I am,” Minho then said, slowly, the words slipping so easily from his lips and it felt so very weird. And so easy. Way too easy. But it also felt nice not to hide who he was and what had happened to him.

“I am not sure if you can help me,” Minho then said back, wondering what the man could offer him. But then again that was not how he worked. He sighed and shook his head before he grabbed his bag and took out a box and opened it, holding it out to the other. It had fresh meat inside, human meat, neatly cut into tiny pieces so it was easy to eat and would not feel as gross as it felt when eating from bodies. “It’s fresh. You don’t need much to survive. A few pieces every few days is enough. If you make yourself eat human food in between.” Human food. No, normal food. Even though it tasted disgusting nowadays. Minho kept starving himself whenever he could not force himself to eat any of the disgusting food but most times he managed to force himself. “I can teach you, yeah. Just don't... try to kill me again."

@▸ lee minho。 ( i'm back from the dead ;3; )

When the stranger didn't abruptly attack him or respond in rage, Taekwoon released a shaky sigh. He futilely pawed tears from his dirt-streaked face and sniffled pathetically. How could he possibly apologize? He fully intended to kill this human and eat his flesh... and he couldn't do it. So, now what? He wasn't likely to find a meal any time soon, and the last thing he wanted was to waste away before he could ever achieve his goal of finding a cure to this damned disease.

"You are infected, aren't you?" Taekwoon's tears streamed more profusely down his cheeks and he couldn't help but whimper. He hated the thought of losing to the very thing he swore to overcome.

"Y-Yes..." The other man's tone was incredulous and a tinge angry- not that Leo could blame him. Taekwoon shook his own in a mirror image of this stranger. "I-I... I couldn't do it. I've never eaten another person and I just... I don't know how to survive." He clutched his abdomen and tried desperately to ignore the sharp pain in his stomach. He felt like he may throw up, but he hadn't eaten in at least a day, and the last thing he ate he had almost immediately expelled. "Please... I'm sorry. I need... I need to eat." He looked at the other infected person with a pair of sparkling, sad eyes. "Help me... and I'll help you."

@▸ jung taekwoon。 The amusement park was an area Minho had decided to stay away from for the last few weeks but now it was one of the last few areas he had not explored and he needed to check if it was one of the areas the infected had taken over as well. The hospital for one was a hotspot for people being infected – he had met them for once and had only made it out just in time so he stayed away from the hospital unless he really needed to go in there. Which was a rarity. So Minho hoped the amusement park was not the same.

A sigh escaped his lips as he slowly moved around, careful to not make too many sounds but he barely did find anyone. Probably because most had been taken down and were now withering away on the ground, leaving a horrible smell but it would explain why most people stayed away from the amusement park. “Nasty,” he mumbled as he eventually found a spot to take a break. His feet had eventually started to hurt and he brushed over his face, wondering if he would find more dead in the haunted house or in the house of mirrors. Not that he even considered going in there, no thanks. There were no supplies he needed anyways.

Taking a sip from his water he stretched a bit – only to hear a loud sound right behind him. Jolting around he looked at what had made the sound just to see a man mere steps away from him. How had he nod heard him? Minho stumbled a few steps backwards, noticing the pipe on the ground that had made the loud sound. Had he just tried to attack him or had he stumbled against it, making the sound? No, the pipe had not been there before and Minho was ready to fight. He knew how to take care of him, but he also was way too easily feeling pity for people and that just kicked in again. . The other looked so lost and scared and Minho wished he could attack him back but he felt so sorry.

“Did you just try to kill me?” Minho said, eyes wide and confused. Oh holy , if the guy had made it just a little closer silently, Minho surely would have been a goner. He frowned and tensed even more. “You are infected, aren’t you?” How could he be angry at someone who was the same as him? Not that he would have been here to hurt the other, but he had killed people before, mostly who had been dangerous, bad or already almost dead so who was he to judge? “For real? There were some dead bodies just dead for a few hours, I am sure, why not feast from them?” He groaned, shaking his head.

@▸ lee minho。 He wouldn't typically be caught dead exploring a place like this- especially not alone... with a group of friends back in pregrad. school, maybe, but not now. For fun, sure. As a matter of values? He cursed himself for ending up this far away from civilization. He knew that if he were attacked out here, he'd be utterly ed. There was always the chance of infected people finding him and assuming he was clean. They could tear him limb from limb before ever realizing that he was infected. Or, it could so happen that a hunter would label him as an infected and pick him off with a rifle from a distance. Either way, he wasn't ready to die.

Taekwoon was only in this mess because he was searching. He was hungry, famished, ravenous. He could hardly look down at his own hands without his mouth watering and his stomach growling. He needed to find something to eat. anything. He already ate an entire rabbit, but soon after eating the whole carcass raw, he expelled every last bite. It was no use... he was going to have to find some human flesh if he wanted to survive long enough to find a damned cure. So he walked.

With tenacity like he'd never known before, he walked from the major city area and crept along the outskirts of a less populated town. If there was even one person... a refugee or a hunter or another infected.. he'd take it. His gut churned at the thought of eating another human, and he nearly retched. But then... it was all a psychological reaction. Where his body was concerned, it sounded like the most savory meal he'd ever conceived. All of a sudden he thought his luck had finally changed; he hoped beyond all hope that the human scrabbling over a boulder was ready to be eaten.

Taekwoon kept his steps slow and long and methodical. Not a single branch or rock made a sound beneath the soles of his barely-padded feet. He knew that just a few more meters and he'd be close enough to simply knock them unconscious with the metal pipe he carried on his back. Two meters... one... When he rounded the rock, he prepared to swing from above his head. His arms faltered, however, and the pipe slipped. Tears welled in his eyes and he took a clumsy step back. The pipe that had just clattered to the ground caused him to stumble backward, and as if he were being attacked, he gasped and clambered out of reach.

"I'm sorry!" He panted and leapt to his feet before holding his forearms up in defense and closing his eyes. He was ready for the strike. for the pain. for the eternal darkness.