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@ⒷⓁBang Yongguk "Oh calm down..." Daehyun muttered sourly as he walked towards the group. "It's not like they're not planning to do that anyways..." Daehyun had only gotten like this when he was deathly tired, his mood dropped down rather low. They all knew that he was tired from the look in his eyes and how his movements were. Slowly sitting onto one of the biggest pieces of rubble near the others, he brought his knees up to his chest, resting his face in between them in hopes to calm his nerves down. "Besides...we're almost never prepared for any of the attacks that they throw at us. They're all surprises."

Daehyun sighed softly, tightening the grip around his knees as he let the soft air run through his skin. So far this was the most depressing day that they have ever had all together, aside from the accident a few months back. After a few moments of silence, everyone's attention had perked up in interest of what the youngest was trying to say. Daehyun put a little thought into it and nodded in an agreeable manner. "He's right." He said with a light sigh. "We should stock up on some supplies since we're running out, especially on food." Stretching out his legs, his light brown eyes looked up into the grey clouds.

"Let's go. Besides, if we stay in this spot then it'll be too late to go back to the hideout, we wouldn't want anyone to follow us, right?" He suggested, scanning everyone's expressions. Stepping down from what he was sitting on, landing on the ground on his two feet with a small thump. Walking over towards the others with a blank face, he stopped in his tracks to place his hands into his pockets. "Please? Because I really don't feel like ing around with those guys today. My patience is null."

Yongguk jumped a bit when he heard Daehyun scream. "Damnit Daehyun keep it down! You don't know if there are others waiting for us." Although he was tempted to scream just like him, it was dangerous. They have to be quiet even if they think they're safe.
He was exhausted from everything that his senses dulled. He didn't notice that the others were not far from him. He laughed and almost screamed in fright when he saw Himchan standing next to him. The leader laughed at the absurdity of his situation. He crouched for a bit before standing up straight and forced himself to get serious. He was supposed to be on alert but he was just tired of it all.
He shook his head and saw the expectant look from Himchan. "What's the status of the nearby district? Any casualties or news that we should worry about?"
Then, he heard a slight movement on the last tree standing at the park. He looked over and saw the tall figure who couldn't be mistaken as someone else. He gave a nod of acknowledgement at Junhong. "Any idea who it is?" These are the times where Junhong was a very important of the group. He was a great defense among any unexpected attack.
"If it's safe, we could scout some supplies from a nearby store I saw the other day." He informed the youngest.

Junhong glanced around at his hyungs with a distressed sigh unable to comprehend the changes they had all been through recently. Forced to take responsibility and to leave everyone and everything they had ever known behind, it had been hard on all of them and sometimes he found himself questioning if it had truly been worth the suffering they had been through. If there so called abilities would ever help them in a way that wasn’t to outrun whomever was attempting to kill them that day, after all it was all they had been doing for the past weeks or months – honestly it was hard to keep track of time when the same things seemed to happen over and over again.

Having situated himself on one of the last remaining tree’s he looked down from his viewpoint keeping silent vigil on the others in case anybody tried to creep up on them during their moment of vulnerability. Given how emotionally drained everyone seemed he highly doubted any one of them was in good enough shape to face an enemy of any kind even ones they might have defeated on a break in prior days.

his dried lips he reminded himself to look for supplies once they returned back to base it had been a while since they had checked the water levels available to them and although there were other methods to retrieving it, simply raiding a few shops with the hopes of finding some canned goods would be worth the risk. Not to mention how he had been craving leaving the others for a few minutes finding their thoughts to be rather daunting sometimes.

Unable to stand the tense silence that had befallen the group he jumped down from his perch and glanced around at the others before taking a look at their solemn leader questioning if he knew what they should do seeing as their planning always fell upon his shoulders.

“Someone is projecting their thoughts”. Scrunching his nose he kicked the ground with the balls of his shoes never having been one to stand silences for long periods of time.

“Can we go do something.. we’re running low on supplies”.

(so i guess it's all three of us roleplaying here????)

Himchan crouched in silence a short distance from his leader. His eyes cast out towards the bleak, grey, destroyed world they had come to call home. The remnants of the once beautiful city of Seoul, seemed to reach towards the low sky. With the mangled fingers of broken down sky scrapers, its skeletal remains seemed locked within the deathly silence of ash and smoke. Not even the carrion birds dared to enter this desolate wasteland, the food tainted by chemicals and disease. The destroyed park sat upon a hill overlooking the city and offered one of the clearest views of the destruction.

Coming back to himself Himchan looked towards his leader. He wondered what the other was thinking, he could see the pain and sadness in his eyes and knew that his own held the same all consuming darkness.

How could it have come to this? the voice in his head asked, as it did nearly every time he stopped to take stock of their surroundings. The war had been a blur of death and fractured memories, the only solid thing left in his life were the 5 other super-humans he had come to call family.

There was no answer to this ever present question; the trauma to his head had erased much of his memory and taken the ability to rationalize the state of things from him. He knew what the world was before and he knew how it was now but the time of transition was lost to him.

Rising from his crouched position he went to stand next to his leader, Waiting for him to say or do something.

His movements were slow, his legs feeling like they were about to give out at any second. He had been walking all day with absolutely nothing to do. Yet, shouldn't he be happy now? It's been days, nearly a week since they have been in a conflict with any of their enemies. No, he wasn't. Sure, he's support to take a rest like other members, but for some reason he couldn't sleep. Why? Insomnia. It was getting bad, and whenever he would attempt to sleep he would always start awake in a cold sweat because of nightmares.

As he walked through the streets of the city, the old rubble that stood in his way began to make a path for him to walk through with out any trouble. Curteousy of himself. Daehyun sighed out, breathing in the toxic air. It wouldn't of affected him anyways, they were immune to things like this, but they still miss the fresh air from before. Honestly, why couldn't all of this end? Why couldn't this just end right here right now? Out of the blue, Daehyun screamed out of frustration as he ruffled his hair in anger. Why did he have to be put into this situation? Being normal was all that he asked for.


(this is really bad compared what I really do. I had a reply but it erased and it was soooo good and long but...i'll make it up to you okay?)

Standing in the middle of what looked like a park, he sighed tiredly as he remembered the old times. Yongguk missed the old world where the skies where blue and clear and the air was pure and cool. A lot has changed when the war broke out. Cities were ruined. People who are not given with the same gifts as him suffered and died.

It wasn't his fault nor was it his friend's fault. The world was simply too small for being powerful as him. He wished he just left. That way, this once beautiful world would have been saved. Those wishful thinking was long lost now. All he could do was fight and move forward.

This war, he wanted it to end. He couldn't back down now since there are others depending on him. He became their leader and he had responsibilities.He didn't want to die. He wanted to live and the only way to do that was fight. Fight to the death.

That was the only way to survive.