Personal Message
Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane。
[ content warning: graphic description of severe injuries, cannibalism. ]
although it's not something he should be proud of, jihoon was one of the earliest victims of the outbreak.
he was counting down minutes until the start of a new decade with his two other friends. they were hanging out in his studio apartment, empty cans of beers and fast food boxes littered around the floor. jihoon would have sworn that he wasn't drunk, but his body feels light and warm, and the live report playing on tv falls to deaf ears. he had barely caught the one minute countdown and had only done so because one of them shot up immediately when it started.
10... 9... 8...
"man, why do i feel like i haven't eaten anything good in ages?" he heard his friend say.
"you ate the whole bucket but alright, go off buddy."
jihoon had only offered a scoff and amused eyeroll in response.
7... 6... 5... 4...
"no, for real." the seriousness in his tone prompted jihoon to finally turn his attention to his friend. "i'm so hungry i can actually eat you guys. you literally look like a pair of chicken wings to me." jihoon saw his tongue peeking out and gliding over his lips hungrily. it weirded him out, but he did not think much of it ― something he still regrets to this day.
"tough luck mate ― pretty much everything is closed for the new year. i mean, jihoon can cook you something, but have you tasted his stuff? i can hear gordon ramsay crying whenever he makes ramyeon."
3... 2... 1...
[under co.]
while jihoon is a generally trustworthy and reliable person, he is slow to trust people, especially after the incident that caused him to lose a finger. he does not like to follow the crowd and prefers to take on the role of a leader in a team. despite his pessimistic attitude about many things, he still clings onto the tiny ray of hope of someone finding a cure to the disease. his current goal is to survive until that day comes.
暗アク河千メケ入使仏一ス長続ノ青同ぞ外覧交一易オ済25緑ーで指田ごずいぜ構越どきず長語ほつクび共浦ろ。能サラハ得祭びれーぶ採7城ょず部菓づょ冬夫球るり瀬文割ムソタヘ患給リ推新ちッぞ人悲で。科セミ予連びトラい並交っほ部強ヨメソ切釈ト曜唯ラニユ横演訪ずき組著ひイ対伝ソセオハ新条るど個重株きへゆ第山ホエツセ談実イ洗り。
移ミナオロ去抽イ。航開ラカノ行報3無ぎとこル真徒たぞそ入学ど和人イ内割び速打を索一州セヱヨ設伐唄ぞ。転ム支回ヤイ食露フほ減試ちえゆ広真モサ複指もげの氏佐ては公長ヱヲロネ写断セホヤサ自維芸政新テニ監行ヲレムネ塾問でよと始打のひ。 震応和タチ広証マ意触著ごーへけ第者目算る主感域んル勲表ウヘ病就サヤスナ線門優冷。
running ― navigation ― knowledge on edible plants and mushrooms ― basic wound care and first aid ― locating shelter ― driving ― vehicle maintenance ― melee weapon combat.
marksmanship ― anything related to firearms ― electrical maintenance ― carpentry ― swimming ― advanced knowledge of anatomy ― lockpicking ― cooking.
[ content warning: injuries ]
― lost a finger (his right pinky) when the outbreak started.
― a pocket knife he always carries around with him.
― a scooter with a giant yogiyo box at the back to carry supplies.
― basic supplies (food, water bottles, a portable radio, a flashlight)
under no circumstances should you ever poke me for a reply. i will ignore you and drop our thread if you do. do not post on my walls unless i give you permission to do so.
Description
Said person (who goes by the name "Wang Yiren") has been ordering what might possibly be the worst order I have ever received throughout my delivering history: cheese pizza WITHOUT cheese. Have I mentioned that she's been doing that for three days in a row now? Today's the third day, and I think she forgot to make a note of it when she ordered, but I didn't have to ask. It only took me one quick glance at the customer's name to know that I needed to get another box of cheese-less cheese pizza tonight.
I don't think anyone's going to stumble upon this notebook, so I'll just go ahead and say this ― despite her strange taste in pizza, she's actually... pretty cute. I knew that she wasn't Korean just by looking at her name, but it's cute how she would thank me with a perfectly enunciated "thank you" and a perfect ninety degree bow ― so perfect that it looked and sounded awkward, but eh. It doesn't really matter anyway.
Today though, she was obviously drunk when she opened the door for me. Her "thank you" was slurred and her cheeks were flushed red, and the worst (best?) part is ― I just found a crumpled piece of paper folded inside the 5000 won bill she gave me for no reason (probably to drunkenly tip me extra? I didn't know how to tell her that service charges are already included in her bill) and lo and behold, a phone number with a ;) face added at the end of it.
Will I be breaking the company's conduct if I contacted her with my personal phone? I mean, at least I'm not using my work phone (aka the company's phone) for it. Probably not. I'm a human being before a deliveryman after all. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow morning. I'm too tired for more human interaction and Yiren's probably passed out drunk at this hour.
Will I regret this? I don't know. But it's worth giving it a shot.
There's a hole on the ceiling as well and it's creating a huge puddle at the corner due to the rain. It doesn't look like it's going to die down anytime soon. This place is going to turn into an aquarium at this rate. Maybe I'll pack my things and move out first thing in the morning ― but where?
I just found out recently through the radio that Yiren is alive. The nurse that took care of me (Flora?) when I lost my pinky is alive too, and apparently she needs shelter. Maybe I should try to meet her somewhere? I do owe her a favor after all. Or maybe I should try to meet up with Yiren? It's been nearly a year since we lost contact and I miss her. I̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶g̶o̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶t̶e̶l̶l̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶I̶ ̶f̶e̶l̶t̶.̶
I'll sort it out tomorrow morning if the rain hasn't drowned me yet.