No More Training
Her rather pretty teal colored eyes remained transfixed on him.
She gently flipped her hair of black and blond streaks. A soft blush across her cheeks, and a flirtatious giggle passing her lips. His cutting jaw was set. Eyes narrowed. Gaze intense and serious. As was his expression. His body tensed, making his muscles involuntarily twitch now and again. And yes, he was ignoring her. While he appreciated her interest and her flirting, she wasn't really his type. His wolf deep inside, told him there was someone else out there for him. Waiting for him to find them. And besides, things had been oddly quiet. He could just taste the blood in his mouth. Tiny, irony. Metallic.
Unpleasant.
There was no mistaking the feeling in his wolf guts. The outpost was going to fall very soon. And here was this beta, flirting with him. He was on duty, and was trying to protect them as best he could. For as long as he was meant to. The sun beating down on him. Making him glisten a little in a thin layer of sweat. Making him that much more appealing to others. Others that seemed to have forgotten they were now in a zombie filled world. Finally, her mother she was with pulled her away, "Come along, he's on patrol. You know that. Flirt with him when he's finished for the day."
She pouted. Sighing, but left with her mother. He nearly rolled his almost dangerous red eyes at her antics. She'd been coming on rather strong to him in recent days. At first, he was as honored and recipient as he had others to this point. But she seemed insistent. Maybe she thought he'd seriously consider her for a mate. While he knew his options in this zombie infested world were growing limited, he knew she wasn't the one. His inner wolf was growling. Snarling and snapping at him. Practically yelling at him that he was going to have an omega. That a beta would never be able to properly satisfy his alpha blood.
He wasn't sure that that was entirely true. But he knew his inner wolf knew what it was talking about. He trusted it to see him through to whatever his fate was to be. Every day. Once she was finally gone, the soldier beside him huffed, "You'd think they'd take the hint."
San's jaw ticked a moment, before he finally replied, "I do not fully blame them for trying as hard as they can. The zombies may not have yet left the cities. But they will. And potential mates will dwindle even further."
The other soldier shrugged a single shoulder, "True. But you have made it rather obvious to especially her, you're not interested. She's not got your wolf salivating for a taste." San nodded slowly, "And she's a beta. You'd think that beta brain would still function. Even in a zombie filled new world."
San hummed, "Maybe. Who knows, anymore. The world is different now."
The other soldier huffed, "True, once more."
San spoke softly, "I assure you, I know my omega's out there. Somewhere. Still alive. Breathing and surviving. When I find them, I will do what I can to protect them. The training I've had will help me achieve that."
The other nodded, "I wish you success, then."
This finally brought a temporary small smirk to San's lips.
//
A growl threatened his throat, eyes narrowed.
Itching to fight. To attack whomever it was that had gotten a hold of him. Hands on his shoulders, and pulling him into a different set of barracks. However, he was soon face to face with one of the few he would miss once the outpost inevitably fell. He kept a hand on San's shoulder, even as he pulled out a massive looking knife. He spoke, "You've noticed how it feels lately. This is just the bubble. It's going to pop. And it will be loud and ugly. You're going to survive. I know that. You got good survival skills. And fighting capabilities. Not just because you're an alpha. You took to military training like fish to water."
San watched him, listening. Daring not to interrupt. So, he wasn't the only one to notice the outpost would crumble fairly soon. He supposed the only blessing he's had, was he had not seen his sister. Unsure it was truly a relief, or a worry. He tried not to think on it too much. He still did what he could, for her. He was brought from his inner musings, by the soldier before him again, "Your fists and kicks won't be enough out there. You know that. Take this. Even if you still have to give one one of your meanest right hooks, make sure to drive this into its rotting brains. And it may save your life from the wolves out there that will relish in a lawless Korea. A lawless world."
San blinked, nodding slowly. Carefully accepting the large knife from him, "I hope you can make it out. You don't deserve to go out in such a way."
The soldier smirked, "I will go out fighting. I get bit, I'm taking myself out first. But you? You gotta survive this, man. There's something about you. I got bets on you to live through this new world. Don't let me down."
San nodded slowly, head bowing a little, "I'll do my best. For her. And for you."
The soldier smirked, "I'm sure your sister will be proud of you." He then pulled out another item, and handed it over, "That knife should be a backup. Take this. Give you some range." San's fingerless gloved hand wrapped around it, slowly pulling it from its sheath. A machete. Oh, he could certainly use this. He nodded, even as he accepted it in full, "And keep your gun on you. No sense leaving that thing behind."
San replied softly, "I will. Fight like hell. Be a devil wolf."
The soldier smirked. He then winked, and playfully punched his bulging bicep, "You bet. If we have to be in hell, might as well relish in it. Be devilish in what ways we can be." He then pulled back, "You best get some sleep. While you can. Relish it, San. You'll soon have no protections for such sleep."
San nodded, before the soldier pressed one last thing into his hand. He then turned, and walked off. Leaving San alone with his parting gifts. He looked down to it, to see it was the alpha's dog tag. A memento of him. And that, caused a small twinge in his chest. He was really going to miss him. Han Soojun would be one of the few he would fight beside until the bitter end. He would miss the older alpha. He'd become something of a mentor/brother to him. With a soft sigh, San brought it to join his own around his own neck. Fingers lingering on it, caressing it. He would not let his hyung down. Just as he wouldn't let his sister down.
San then turned, and went to get what deep sleep he really could get. And avoid that beta. She was starting to get on his nerves. Irritating him. And she really couldn't seem to take a hint. He was trying to be as polite and cordial with her as he could. Having gently let her down a few times. But she really couldn't seem to take the hint. Maybe he should cover up a little. But his alpha heat made him agitated at the thought.
He supposed he'd tolerate it until the outpost finally fell.
//
It was a typical sunny day.
The heat was unbearable as ever for them as alphas. Hands firmly around their guns. Eyes narrowed. Keeping an eye on everything. The silence they were accustomed to. Even if the wolves in the outpost milled about. Seeming to forget that sound would be a big factor in drawing more zombies to them. San's jaw clenched more, even as Han Soojun whispered, "They're going to be the reason we go down."
San nodded subtly. He agreed with great ease, "It's like they step here, and forget the world isn't safe. I do not blame any surviving young pups. But the adults should have remembered to be silent. Did none of them watch zombie movies or shows?"
Soojun smirked in amusement, "I doubt it. Or they wouldn't be here. And they would certainly be quiet. You know, the outposts are originally just to show military strength. And to respond to immediate threats. It wasn't meant to protect civilians. Not like this. As long as we stay quiet and to ourselves, we'd be fine. But civilians often make things complicated."
San hummed, "Perhaps they appeal to our alpha desire to provide protection."
Soojun smirked, "Maybe. Best keep your promise to me. You're getting the fuck out of here. And I suspect, it's today."
San nodded, "Die well, hyung."
"Live well, San."
With that, they returned to silence.
When the sun was at its highest point, was when the outpost fell. The zombies came. A large herd. And like a disgusting and rotting wave, it overran them with ease. San merely stayed beside Soojun, even as the zombies made for the clear feast before them. Reminding the survivors of the horrors of their existence. And giving them a harsh dose of reality of what happens when they were too damned noisy. It was only after Soojun lost an arm to one, that San knew it was his time to run. Soojun offered him a rather calm smile, "Go San. May Hemorr, the gods, and all the will of good alphas and wolves go with you."
San nodded, even as he raised the gun in his grip. And fired. Sending a bullet through his forehead. Blood splattering everywhere. Even if Soojun had to fill their bellies, at least he would never become one himself. With having helped Soojun go out as himself and not one of those things, San turned. And as the chaos continued to erupt about him, he ran for it. Making his way from the overrun and doomed outpost. And back out into the rest of Korea.
In a way, he did regret having to flee as soon as shit had hit the fan. After all, he had no supplies with him. But he supposed he'd figure out that situation, once he was done running for his life. As he ran, he brought a hand to his dog tags. He paused a moment, and closed his eyes, "Rest in peace, Soojun. I'll carry on for you. Make you proud."
And with that, San disappeared into the vastness of Korea.