The world had gone to hell in a manner of hours. No one's really sure what happened or how; it happened too fast, and the media fell with the rest of city, leaving snowy channels and useless landlines. People just started dying but came back within hours, partially decayed and understandably ravenous.

Yixing pulls Joonmyun's hand off his leg and slips their fingers together. He gently tugs the earbuds from between them and stuffs them and his iPod in a pocket. “I guess we just have to find help.” If there is any.