New World Times Two
Having one's presentation at the end of the normal world, wasn't the best thing for anyone.
Especially without anyone to guide him through it, or out of it. There was so much he did not anticipate. From his heightened senses, to the fact his body felt so much heavier now. And he was much hungrier than he had ever been before. He woke up from his presentation rut alone, and confused. However, he recalled he'd brought his books home about such events. Should he happen to survive the first wave of the zombie attacks. So upon gathering what food his unit had available, he decided to read what he could.
All he knew, was he'd presented as an alpha.
Thank the gods he'd remembered the textbook. It clarified plenty for him. The increased sensitivity to light, and sounds, and smells. And even touch were normal. He was a walking furnace, he felt warmer than he's ever felt before. And he had sharp claws, and massive and long sharp canines. There was more he read, but he didn't linger too long on it. After all, none of it could help him with his biggest problem. The zombie apocalypse. Yes he's seen the shows and movies, with his parents. But his mind was racing so fast, he could scarcely think or concentrate on what to do now.
All Jeongin knew after finishing educating himself on his new alpha body, was to take a shower. The last decent one he'd have for a while. He also had to get used to the fact, he had gained muscle and strength. He could have cried. And maybe he did. He'd been set up for failure. To die alone in this apocalypse. He didn't have anyone to guide him. He didn't know what to do. He was a full grown wolf, yet he still felt like a pup. What wolves were going to be willing to take him on, being so under prepared and uneducated? He'd be a burden to them.
After he'd calmed down, he decided he'd stay where he was for a while. Not like he had anywhere to be by a specific time or date. The world was ended. He was free to do whatever he wanted. Including stay in his old unit for as long as he felt like it. Or as long as nature said for him to be there. But it only highlighted to him, he was alone in a strange new world. Two, if he counted the fact his emergence into adult wolf life counted as a new world.
Which he did.
He could blame his anger and crying fits on his new pheromones needing time to balance. And they were playing a part of it. But he counted on the fact he was young and alone as well. He didn't want to be alone. No wolf truly wanted to be alone. They were social creatures. Would he ever find anyone willing to even take him on? Let alone tolerate his curious and somewhat innocent nature? And how the hell was he supposed to handle the zombies? He was so unprepared for his new reality and worlds, that he really felt set up for failure.
It was unfair!
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He brought his hand to his stomach, hoping it would stop pinching and growling at him.
He was hungry. More than before. Not just because he was an alpha. But he'd eaten all he could in his unit. But, he was too scared to leave his unit. He didn't know what he was facing beyond that door. He wanted to cry more, he was too young for this. Too scared. Too alone. Why? What did nature want with him in all this? He wasn't all entirely too sure how the hell he managed to survive, and get home for his presentation in the first place.
But the more Jeongin paced, the more unsettled he became. Growling at times, getting rather angry. He felt caged, and anxious. He had so many emotions and thoughts bottled up, and no real outlet. No guidance. Nothing. It was made worse when it was late at night. He was pretty sure his shuffling was drawing the attention of the zombies. He could hear them. They sounded closer than they likely were. Grunting and growling. Hissing, and banging on doors. Shuffling and shambling about. It was all so very loud to him.
But then, he was being loud to them in return.
Jeongin also realized, he was in a bigger bind than he'd previously thought. How was he supposed to make it passed all the zombies in the hallways? Well, he had a thought. If there were none in the hallways of his floor, he'd just bolt it down the stairs and out. He wouldn't be raiding other units. Not the soundest strategy ever, but he just wanted to get out of the building. After that, he wasn't sure. He had no real plans outside of that. Hell, he wasn't even considering packing what essentials he had at hand.
But he would learn.
Once he got with another wolf that was willing to tolerate his age and innocence, he'd learn how to survive this new zombie world better. And prove he wasn't deadweight. That was all Jeongin could do or think. His only plan and strategy. And a decent one. He could blame presenting alone and emerging alone in a zombie filled world, on his high stress. And the fact he wasn't thinking well in this new situation. But he was eager to prove himself if given the chance. And given proper guidance.
At least he was smart enough to make the move to leave his complex when the sun rose the next day. Easier for him to see than at night, and avoid getting into worse trouble than he was about to be in. With this his only sound plan in place, Jeongin did what he could to get some proper and decent sleep. It may be the last one he had for a while. But he'd need it for whatever happened in his even more uncertain future.
When the sun did rise the next day, Jeongin braced himself. He held his breath as he slowly unlocked and opened his door. Waiting for a zombie to be snapping its jaws, hungry for a bite. But when none pushed into the doorway, he slowly poked his head out the door and gazed up and down the hallway. His ears swiveled, listening. Straining to listen. Nothing. Though he heard some shuffling about in the units that hadn't been so fortunate. Satisfied it was clear, he carefully tip toed his way from his old unit. After pausing to ensure he was still in the clear, he turned and made for the stairs. Time to leave this fucking place. And all the treasures he really should have thought to pack with him.
A mistake he'd learn to never repeat after today.
At first, things went well for him. His dash down the emergency stairs was going well. His heart was racing, even as the fear that a zombie would hear him and give chase pushed him to press on. He was quick. Panting breathing as he did. He just wanted to make it out alive. If nature could grant him that, he'd be grateful to her. And his fear was quickly realized, when he heard a zombie stumble through a door some floors up. Had they smelled him? Spotted him? Or just pure coincidence? Didn't matter. He was on the fifth floor. He could make it. He just had to pick up the pace. Even as his heartrate jumped as the zombie made pursuit.
After bursting into the main lobby area, did Jeongin turn and bolt for the doors. He did his best not to look back, especially as he thought he heard more giving chase. Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. Oh, fucking shit! He braced himself, and burst from the building into the city. He only looked in one direction to see some zombies not far. He swallowed thick, before he turned and raced in the opposite direction.
Into the greatest unknown for poor Yang Jeongin.
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When he noticed the zombie masses were dwindling some in their frequency and numbers, he slowed down a little.
And finally gathered his wits.
He was alone, without weapons. Defenseless, and tired. Exhausted, actually. And hungry. He had no supplies. He hadn't really thought things through. He just wanted to leave his old complex in one piece. But now he was facing the stark realities of not planning more thoroughly. If he made it out of this, he would certainly learn from such mistakes. As he slowed his pace, he looked about. Now he was truly trying to think and plan. The first plan to come to mind, was finding something to pack essentials in. Finally, he'd pack food and medical supplies.
It was a much more proper start.
As he walked he kept an eye out for zombies, but also any store he thought would be to his benefit. And he found one. A store that did not look raided just yet. Perfect. He was much more cautious this time, as he made his way to it. And then into it. He watched, he thought he could detect some zombies somewhere in the back. It could be some time before they reached him. As long as he took things slow, and remained fairly calm and quiet. He crouched, however. Making sure he wasn't so easily noticed by the zombie or however many there were.
He slipped towards an aisle with mostly snacks. Chips and candies. But just as he slipped into it, he paused. His ears flickered, hearing the very soft footfalls of someone else. He slowly spun around, eyes wide. And he noticed another survivor enter the store. He was another alpha. A large backpack slung over his shoulders, looking stuffed pretty full. And a crowbar resting on his shoulder. It looked like it had been used. Damn, he'd forgotten to get a weapon to defend himself. Shit. Uncertain this wolf's intentions, Jeongin stayed crouched where he was.
He observed, watching the alpha as he did a quick survey of the store. Before he moved on. Jeongin didn't really watch where he went, but he listened. He was certain the zombie had heard him as well. Jeongin remained there, biting his bottom lip to keep from being found by either. For all he knew, this wolf would kill him and keep the store's food and supplies for himself. Would wolves be that cruel already? He hoped not. But wouldn't be surprised if they were. He listened, and sort of watched as the other wolf only grabbed a few things.
He then watched as he made to leave. He looked pissed. Absolutely unhappy about something. Fangs on display, grit and looking ready for a fight. However, he paused at the checkout counter. He huffed, clearly annoyed. He went to leave thoroughly, only to stop when something caught his eye. He reached out and picked up the cardboard box of cigarettes. Jeongin watched as he took one, and lit it. And puffed out some smoke. And seemingly, relaxed. He was curious, and he had leaned out too much. For he made a sound. Whimpering and trying to stay hidden, but the zombie had also rounded the corner. Aiming for either one of them.
Shit.
The other wolf turned in their direction, before he pulled his crowbar around. And made to face off with the zombie. He watched in horror and fascination as this new wolf bashed the zombie's rotting brains in. He looked calm as he did it. Like he was used to this. And he was absolutely entranced. This was a real alpha. He was clearly older. He shielded himself, afraid of that crowbar coming down on his head next. He gave some chewing motions. Hoping the older knew, he was hardly a threat. He held his hands up to try and stop the attack that was headed his way. And finally, his dry voice cracked as he pleaded.
Begging for mercy, "P-Please."