7.

                                    

                                          
Large buildings and apartment blocks lined the street they were walking on. Even though it had been such little time, gardens were overgrown and broken off concrete littered the road. It was silent except for the wind rustling in the trees.
"Wait! I know where we are! We're in Cheonan!" Jisung shouted excitedly. He started running towards what looked like an apartment building, Minho following behind. The boy pushed open the door and started flying up the stairs.
The elder ran after him, confused as to why he was doing this.
"Jisung, wait! What are you doing?!" The younger didn't answer, only stopping at the sixth floor where he went through another door. Minho stopped for a moment, catching his breath before opening the door to a hallway, more doors lining the walls.
Up ahead, the boy was frantically banging on one of the doors.
"Mum! Dad! It's me, open up!" The elder ran up to him and started trying to calm him down by grabbing his hands and turning Jisung to face him.
"Ji, stop. Breath and tell me what you're doing." He calmly said. The boy started to breath slower, but his eyes still darted to the door.
"It's my apartment...they could be in there. They could be waiting for me..." He trailed off and before Minho could reply the door swung open. A middle-aged man stood there, mad at the disturbance.
Jisung bolts inside, freezing when he sees the living room and kitchen messy and almost empty. He looks around, seeing the couch destroyed and pictures all over the floor.
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?!" The boy spins around to see the stranger living in his house getting a gun from his waist band. Before he can aim it at him, cold metal is pressed into his temple.
"Don't touch him bitch." Minho watches the guy chucks his gun to the ground, gun staying aimed at his head. Jisung took the opportunity and rushes to his room. Tears sting in his eyes when he sees all his things destroyed.
His favourite books, school awards, pictures. Everything was a mess. In the corner, he could see something familiar, something he'd missed for a while. The boy stepped closer, eyes widening and a small smile appearing on his face when he saw what it was.
Jisung picked up the small teddy bear, brushing off the dust and dirt that had gotten caught in its fur and hugged it. He used to love this toy when he was younger, hugging it every night and talking to it about his day.
He shook of the memories, not wanting to be caught up in them now and moved to his parent's room. It was also in dismay, books and DVDs everywhere. Clothes strewn across the floor and the TV was cracked. 
Jisung stepped closer, opening the side table draw where he knew there was some of his mother's precious jewellery, something that might comfort him or tell him if they came back. The only thing he could find were six small pieces of paper and six small books.
He pulled them out, seeing six passports for his mum, dad, brother, sister and the twins. The piece of paper were all tickets to America.
What?
He went back to the draw, frantically searching for his own, but there was nothing else. Jisung sat back on his heels, staring at the items as tears rolled down his face. More slid down, hitting the diary, the floor, leaving tear stains down the boy's cheeks. 
"Jisung? Jisung!" Minho appeared at the door when he heard sobbing, running in and embracing him. "Hey, it's ok. Your parents are probably out their somewhere." He tried to comfort him.
The boy raised his head slightly, revealing his red eyes.
"I-It's not that." He leans back and grabs the passports and tickets, shoving it into his hands for him to see. Minho looked them over then glanced at the younger. He started ripping them all up and dumped all the pieces on the floor.
"It looks like I'm not the only one with shitty parents." He smiled slightly, making Jisung laugh.
"Yeah, b-but I thought th-they loved me. W-why would th-they leave..." He trailed off, new tears springing to his eyes. Minho pulls him back into a hug, letting his head rest on his chest as he caressed his hair. From his peripheral vision he could see the stranger approach the door, gun aimed at them.
The elder quickly brought his gun up, shooting two shots into his head and holding Jisung tighter when he flinched hard at both noises. His sobs quieten down and they pull away, Minho cupping his face.
"You okay now?" Jisung opens his mouth to reply when a loud rumbling distracts them. The elder stands and starts to walk out to check but he notices the other following.
"Stay here, it could be dangerous." The boy nods slightly, fear filling his bones. Minho turns back and steps over the body, heading to the window. His eyes widen at the sight of a giant horde of zombies running towards Seoul. 
He quickly ducks down, not wanting to be seen by the monsters. Now, with his back against the wall below the window and facing the younger, he could see him stand. He tried to tell him to stop walking towards him, but a confused Jisung headed towards him.
When he got close enough, Minho reached up and pulled his arm down, causing him to almost fall on the elder. Their faces were close, closer than they've ever been.
"There's a horde of them. If you stand near the window they'll see you." He whispers, arms on the boy's shoulders. He was practically laying on top of him, hands either side of his waist and on knee between the elder's legs.
He nodded, cheeks red from their position. After a couple minutes of both trying to avoid the other's gaze, the rumbling died down and Jisung sat up a bit to see out the window. The streets were empty again, so he scrambled to stand, Minho doing the same after.
"What the fuck just happened?" The boy asks quietly.
"A bunch of zombies just ran towards Seoul." He replies, looking to him from the window.
"Why?" He questions, meeting his eyes. Minho glances back.
"I don't know, but it's been happening for a while. Every now and then a bunch will just run there. I think there's something attracting them." Jisung nodded at the response, thinking it made sense.
"Wait. Aren't we going to Seoul?" He asks frantically.
"Yeah?" The elder looks at him confused at his sudden switch up.
"Why the fuck are we going to the place all the zombies are going!?" He raised his voice. "Why do you want to go there?!"
Minho glances away and a silence settles.
"We should get going." He headed back towards the door, not waiting for Jisung to shove the teddy bear into his backpack and follow him.