Hell's Angels (M)
*because I’m extra*
Request: #36 Namjoon Drabble
Word Count: 8.1k
A pitch black darkness that preceded after a spatter of red clouded in his vision. The world around him felt cold and heavy. His limbs lost its feeling as if he had phantom limb syndrome. The smell of gunpowder dusted itself over his noses and the loud bang of a bomb going off jolted him awake, his eyes opening.
“It took you long enough.”
“W–Where am I?” It looked like an abandoned mall, glass storefronts broken, the escalator stopped working and there were small patches of fire in some places. There was a boy, maybe three years younger than he was, firing from this range and shooting down people.
If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was trapped in a video game.
“The dead zone.”
“For a new recruit, you sure do ask a lot of questions but do little action.”