The minutes became hours and the hours became days.

Weeks, months.

Eighteen months passed by.

Eighteen months since the police, the law enforcements (''Your saviours!''), dropped their bombs on every single house, village, city in the world, killing millions of innocent people with only one reason in their eyes. To kill every single supernatural out there.

So when on one hot summer day, whilst ripping off the sleeves of his old T-shirt, he heard footsteps that weren’t his own for the first time in almost two years, you should understand Baekhyun was just hungry.

This story is written for the ‘We’ve Got The POWER’ contest (which is why this story is on subs-only), so check them and the other stories out as well!

WARNINGS:

• Foul language
• Character death
• Graphic violence