A K-pop Idol's Guide to Surviving a Zombie Apocalypse

My turn, Kibum. No, Jongdae, don't give me that look. I need to tell this chapter so I can show the world how chicken you guys are.
Yes, I love you too.
Kim Minseok here, at your service.
Um ... Where were we?
Oh yes. Since I was closest to the door, I heard when Jonghyun swore. Then Onew yelped. Then Key screamed. (Shut up guys.) I couldn't help but look - I mean, what if they were in danger or something?
I wished I hadn't as soon as I looked.
A body. On the floor. I won't go into the gruesome details, just know that okay maybe I screamed a little bit and it was very much dead, and a little bit eaten.
Unless the big chunks of flesh torn out from the face and limbs was caused by natural causes, I'm pretty sure the people in the house had tried to eat it.
I lost my lunch right there.
"What's- oh god. Shit." Kai gagged, turning away instinctively. Taemin looked over inquringly, but didn't leave his post as a lookout guard. A few feet away, Minho muttered, "I don't even want to know what's inside."
"Get rid of it," I managed, swallowing. "Put it in a spare room or something. Quickly." Then I retched again, the pungnant smell finally reaching me - and judging by the sudden noises of disgust behind me, the smell had reached the others too. A few minutes later, we heard the click of a door closing and Onew appeared at the door. "Get in."
The first thing I did once everyone had entered was to push the large wooden cabinet by the shoe rack over the door, and pushing the shoe rack next to the cabinet just in case. There was no way I ever was going to sleep without everything barricaded.
The windows and the rest of the house took another hour or so to barrocade with what little furniture there was in the house. Wandering into the kitchen, I saw Sehun playing with two large meat knives.
Scary.
"Oh hi hyung," he said nochalantly as I edged past. "How you holding up?"
How am I holding up??
"Oh, I'm fine," I retorted. "Totally and utterly FINE." Zombies everywhere. I will probably die. And I have all these clumsy members to protect too. Totally and utterly FINE...
"That's what Chsn hyung said too," mused Sehun. "Only he seemed a little more ... on edge." He glanced over his shoulder. "I think you should talk to him. He's ..." he trailed off, and began playing with his knives again. Sighing, I slipped a small knife into my pocket (better than nothing, right?) and walked past Sehun into the living room. Kai and Taemin were talking in a corner, Onew, Jonghyun, and Kibum were sitting against the windkw's barricades, and pacing non-stop in the middle of the room was.. Chen.
(No Jongdae I am not going to skip this part. Hehe ^^)
Sehun was right. But saying he was anxious was aan understatement.
Pacing and muttering "Fuck" under his breath was more than just anxious. Did I mention the look on his face?
"Hyung, calm him please," Suho appeared next to me, begging. "He eon't respond to any of us. You're our last hope. He might accidently kill himself or sonething." Last hope, huh? Sighing, I walked in front of Jongdae, effectively blocking his path.
He just turned arpund and carried on pacing the other way. Sighing, I said, "Chen."
Nothing.
"Jondae."
Pace, pace, pace. "Fuck, fuck, fuck ..."
Losing my patience, I cornered him and grabbed his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. Blinking up at me with big eyes, he said, "...fuck."
"Kim. Jong. Dae." I growled, and he cut off in surprise. Success! "Stop saying fuck right now, stop pacing, get a grip. Come on." He didn't respond for a while, then finay whispered, "Fuck you."
"Well, that's a start," I sighed, stepping away. Thankfully, instead lf pacing, Jongdae collapsed next to Kai and Taemin. Suho shot me a grateful look from the doorway - don't tell me he was also holding kitchen knives - and disappeared.
Right. Weapons. I should probably get myself a weapon.
The word tasted strange on my tongue.
Wandering around the other members, I scanned the room for anything useful. Flowerpot, no. Piano, no. Table, no.
Maybe there was something upstairs?
After searching different rooms, I found several hunting knives and a machete in a drawer of a bedroom. Feeling slightly guilty, I slipped them all into my belt, and handed the knives out to the rest of the members, keeling the machete on me. What, I found them first, I get the first pick.
Through the cracks in the barricades on the windows, I could see the pink and orange bands lighting up the sky. The sun was going down.
A fresh wave of moans and thuds began chorusing into the night.

Notes

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