Finding My Balance
He looked at the arrangement of potential blunt weapons he'd found throughout the house.
Most of them were long. Giving him extended reach. Very good. But would they deliver the ending blow for a zombie? And no, he wasn't considering using them on potential psychotic wolves. He knew his limit. Likely, they would be alphas anyway. Easily overpowering him, and forcing themselves on him. He'd do his best to avoid getting into fights with them. Not until he had his own muscle. Though if they threatened his pack, he'd unleash hell. For certain. So, it was best he did his best to avoid them. Or their traps.
He thought of the two-by-four for his weapon. He grimaced, thinking of the blisters and splinters he'd get. That was out of the running, then. The others were a shovel. Fair, but the flat spade would become problematic before long. There were many more, but he wasn't certain of them. He then landed on the crowbar. As he gently picked it up, he felt its weight in his palm. His fingers curled around the metal. He turned and swung it. Listening to the whipping whistling sound it made. He nodded. It would certainly do for the time being.
With a new weapon in hand, he thought it best he tapped into his inner omega warrioress. He needed more supplies, and he'd need them soon. Since he hadn't raided his entire former apartment complex, he was a bit low of necessary supplies. He turned, facial expression morphing into fierce determination. It was time, he got what he needed. And got used to this zombie world in a new way.
He shifted his currently empty backpack along his shoulders, while also relieving himself of some tension. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. As he let them out, his blue eyes flared. He was still cautious, however. He was determined, but not stupid. He carefully unlocked the door, and peered outside. No zombies stumbling about. Not yet. But it did make his day. He could actually see if anyone or, anything were coming by. He had a good enough open view of the area. Making ambush a little more difficult. Not that it mattered. He's barricaded the upstairs of his home. There was nothing up there for him anymore. He'd grabbed his bed and moved it to the living room.
Mostly for comfort.
But this meant anyone getting in from upstairs, wouldn't get to him right away. And it would give him enough warning and time, to make his escape. He slowly stepped outside, before closing the door behind him. Anything to prevent anyone else from getting in with ease. He wasn't stupid enough to lock it and use a key. That would be a waste of time. Especially with a zombie breathing down his neck.
He then made his way off to the few houses nearby. At least, within a short walking distance. He'd mostly raid it for food and medical supplies. But anything else he may find useful. Maybe potential ideas of where he could look for a nearby military outpost. And make for it. It had to be fairly close. He didn't want to venture too far from his current safe zone. He wanted to be able to get back. He wanted to stay for a short time.
With that, Seonghwa stepped in the direction of his first target house. Time to do a little zombie killing, and some raiding.
With his grip on his crowbar fierce, he made for the house in his line of sight. His ears perked forward, at attention. He was still as quiet and stealthy as he could be. Not wanting a clusterfuck to surround him before he got a chance to prove to himself, and the gods and nature. He was ready for this new world.
Upon reaching the house, Seonghwa slowly made his way up into it. Carefully and quietly opening the door wide. Ready for anything. He dared not breath in whatever stench was in the air. Slowly, he stepped into the slightly darkened home. Though nowhere near as dark as his was. As he did, he heard the familiar groaning of a zombie. He narrowed his eyes, and gave his answering growl. He wasn't running. He was ready, to fight. It did not take him too long to come face to face with a zombie. Looked like a wolf around his age. Maybe a little older. Certainly not at the age of his parents. Either this family's offspring, or a survivor that slipped in here. After being bit, and running.
After squaring off a moment, Seonghwa stepped forth. Raising his crowbar.
Time to hunt.
//
He purred softly, tail going gently.
Happy with his haul. Even letting it all come falling down into a pile on the coffee table with all the rest of it. His crowbar left at the door. Covered in toxic blood, and flecks of flesh. He grinned. His hunt, successful. He gently set the backpack on the couch, and sat beside it. Time to organize his supplies. The thing about wolves in a hurry, they left a lot of good shit behind.
Seonghwa was most proud of himself.
He only threw up once in the entire process of killing zombies. Mostly when the stench and sound got a bit much for him all at once. But he hadn't let it stop him. And this was just the start. Soon, he wouldn't be so shaken by it. It would become so mundane, he'd become bored. Well, that was his hope. As he separated the foods from the medicine, he took stock of what he had. And how to ensure they'd last him a good bit of time. He could have frowned. Heat cycles are going to be a bitch. Omegas needed to eat and drink plenty, to not have health issues after as a result. They lost too many calories and fluids during their cycles.
He supposed he'd take it each day as it came.
Once he'd set them all aside in their respective piles, he went through what other miscellaneous items he'd gathered. A few pieces of clothing. He was certainly not going to be going around shirtless. He wasn't that unhinged. And he certainly wouldn't be wanting to ask for more problems as a male omega. He set those aside for future use. There was not much else. Some pieces of paper and a pencil. In case they came in handy.
He could have frowned.
He had no knowledge nor clue of any potential military outposts being nearby. He'd not found any clue. And he'd combed those homes thoroughly. As someone with OCD who had to try and fight it, he'd made sure to look everywhere. Even daring to turn on radios for potential broadcasts of such things. To no avail. Even the emergency channels weren't telling him a damned thing. Just that irritating high pitched beeping.
Fuck them all. They couldn't even be considerate to have the instructions on loop for at least half a year? For any and all survivors? Yes, it created false hope. But it could also give wolves an idea. A chance. A potential direction to head in. With a soft sigh, Seonghwa knew what he would have to do. He would have to get up a little higher, and figure out if he could spot some. He'd need binoculars for that. He could have smirked. He knew Bohwa had had them when he was younger. And had left them behind. And it was a good thing, Seonghwa already determined they'd be useful later.
Without much further thought, he went to where he'd stowed them. He mostly peered through small cracks in the blankets for potential dangers. But he knew the binoculars would come in handy for trying to determine figures a bit of a distance out. To determine what, and or who they were. After he grabbed them, he turned and made to leave. He'd grab his crowbar on the way out. Though after clearing out a decent radius, he wasn't expecting too many new zombies to run into. But he knew better than to assume.
Without a need to gather more supplies, he left his backpack behind. This was a reconnaissance mission. Not a supply run. He wasn't unblocking the upstairs of his home. Too much work. And he'd just have to put it up again, anyway. No, he'd go to a recently cleared out two or three story house. Though, three story in Korea was a bit farfetched. Only the stupid rich could afford that. And if they could, why in the rurals of Korea? They had their cities. With his binoculars and his crowbar, Seonghwa made for the nearest tallest house.
As before, he went in without much fear or hesitation. He did pause, waiting. Just in case a new zombie had moved in, in the time since he was last there. He stood still for a good while. But when nothing happened or sounded, he moved to head back upstairs. He was here to see if there was a military outpost. That was it. He remained quiet and careful, no matter how much he was determined. Once he managed to make it to the roof of the house through a hatch he'd found earlier, he set about checking the surrounding region.
A feral smile spread across his face, eyes peering through the binoculars. Gazing at a flying Korean flag.
Bingo.
//
He had planned it out as best he could.
With so many unknown variables, he was going blind. But he wasn't going without his crowbar. He packed a water bottle, and only one granola bar. It had appeared to be a day, maybe a day and a half from his house. He hated leaving his safe zone that long, but he had a mission. Get to the outpost. Raid it, then get back. With a final look around the house and feeling a small tightness in his chest, Seonghwa left. Here was hoping he came back to how he left it. Gods above, he hoped that it remained undiscovered. He wasn't ready to lose all his hard work.
With that, Seonghwa turned and headed for the outpost.
He kept his eyes and ears peeled for other survivors. And for zombies. He hated how his feet crunched underfoot, but he had no control over what he was walking on. Entirely. Still, the cool of the morning was a nice change from the previous time he walked. At least it wasn't a near week's worth of walking. Hopefully. He knew precisely what he wanted from the outpost. Those MREs. Those would be a valuable source of food. Of course, any medical supplies they may have. And a gun. Better to have and not need or use. Than to wish he had one, and not even be close to getting one. A safety backup, in the event he needed it.
Which was an odd concept. After all, omegas were never in the military. Thus, they didn't really know how to handle weapons in general. Well, no time like the present to learn. He would have the time to figure it out. Not like he planned to actually use it right away.
Thus far, he was alone.
His gaze narrowed as he saw the outpost just a bit in the distance. Good. He was almost there. He gripped his crowbar tighter. Ready to use as necessary. His ear moved about, listening as intensely as it could. Trying to determine if it was a zombie filled zone now. Or, abandoned for a different reason. The sun was beginning to feel a bit warm. But Seonghwa knew he'd be okay. Not like it was a long walk back. And while he wasn't fond of the idea of walking back at night. If he had to, he would. He wanted to get back to his safe house as soon as he was able. He was afraid a single night in the bunker would find him losing it in some fashion.
As he drew closer, he only saw a few figures milling about. But based on the way they moved, he had no doubt they were zombies. Well, fuck. Oh, well. He made to head for it, regardless. He'd made it this far, he wasn't giving up. When the Korean flag's shadow passed over him, he saw that it was luckily only a small selection of zombies. From how many he counted, about five. Maybe a little more. He could take them. He pulled his crowbar over his shoulder. With that, he entered a bloody fray.
With a grunting growl, Seonghwa turned and smacked the last zombie to the ground. Before he raised the crowbar again, and brought it into the zombie's mushed brains. Repeatedly. Until the zombie was truly dead. With sweat dripping down his face, Seonghwa huffed. Breathing heavy from effort. But, at least he'd done it. None of these zombies had had military uniform. So, they must have abandoned some time ago. He shrugged. Here was hoping he could find something.
He carefully moved about the small outpost. From the size, he suspected this was a temporary outpost. Maybe ordered to a larger one. He didn't blame them for wanting more wolves around. Alpha they may have been, they likely were a little unsettled. Safety in numbers, always. Even for alphas. He went through what they had. And having the crowbar helped with any sealed crates. He was very happy to find so many MREs. And he was even delighted by their medical supplies.
He finished with getting a gun from a soldier likely taken out after being bitten. He felt for them. But at least they were at peace. He then grabbed plenty of extra ammunition. Then, he took a uniform. Mostly the cargo trousers, and some boots. He liked the style well enough. Besides, no sense wasting any clothing he as an omega could use. With all his supplies and new weapon and clothes, he made to head home. He may just get back shortly after dark. Dangerous, but better than staying at the outpost for an entire night.
He headed back, unaware he was about to adopt a golden retriever.