Chapter 8
Lee Cheong-san and Gwinam lay on the grass, side by side, their eyes fixed on the vast expanse of the night sky above them. Despite the ongoing zombie apocalypse, the beauty of the stars and the cool evening breeze created a moment of unexpected tranquility.Cheong-san glanced over at Gwinam, his face relaxed in a rare moment of peace. He marveled at how peaceful Gwinam looked, completely different from the fierce and ruthless persona he usually projected.Lee Cheong-san and Gwinam lay on the grass, side by side, their eyes fixed on the vast expanse of the night sky above them. Despite the ongoing zombie apocalypse, the beauty of the stars and the cool evening breeze created a moment of unexpected tranquility.
Cheong-san glanced over at Gwinam, his face relaxed in a rare moment of peace. He marveled at how peaceful Gwinam looked, completely different from the fierce and ruthless persona he usually projected.The night grew darker and the fatigue of the day settled in. Cheong-san and Gwinam, their eyes still on the stars, silently agreed it was time to rest. They stood up from the grass and walked towards the house, their footsteps leaving light indents on the dewy grass.
The house was quiet, the darkness seeping into the corners, and the only sound was the soft creaking of the floorboards as they moved through the rooms.Cheong-san and Gwinam settled into their makeshift beds in the living room, the space filled with a mixture of exhaustion and tension. Despite the quiet, the air between them felt charged, the silence almost palpable.Cheong-san lay on his back, his eyes glued to the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts he didn't want to acknowledge. Beside him, Gwinam lay on his side, facing away from him, his breathing slow and steady in the quiet room.Cheong-san could hear the steady breathing of Gwinam, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, and the sound lulled him into a state of half-sleep. He closed his eyes, the night's events playing out behind his eyelids, but sleep evaded him. The silence of the room only seemed to amplify his own thoughts, and he found himself unable to shake the feeling of unease.He shifted on his makeshift bed, the rustling sound in the quiet room seemed to echo, and his eyes involuntarily turned towards Gwinam's form.
The night seemed to stretch on, the silence around them deafening. Cheong-san's mind was a jumble of conflicting emotions, the sight of Gwinam lying beside him stirring up feelings he wasn't ready to confront. He tried to push them down, to focus on the calmness of the night, but his mind kept drifting back to the man beside him.The silence grew heavier, Cheong-san's thoughts swirling like a storm, but the steady rhythm of Gwinam's breathing remained constant, anchoring him in reality.An hour passed, maybe more, and Cheong-san found himself still lying awake, his eyes wide open as he gazed at the shadows around him. His mind was a vortex of conflict; he wanted to talk to Gwinam, to break this silent tension, but he didn't know what to say. The room was filled with the tension of unsaid words, the silence heavy and tangible.
so Cheong-san closed his eyes letting sleep take him.