He warned them. He told them.
He told them.
. . .
If they only listened to him, nothing would've happend.
Felix knew from the very beginning that they shouldn't go into that abandoned jam factory. Well, sure.. maybe at first it was because he was simply scared. But as soon as they convinced him to just go with them and explore for a few minutes — he saw that fresh jam spread on the walls, ground and even on the ceiling. It looked sticky and disgusting, the overly sweet and chemical scent constantly lingered in the air. This so called "jam" barely even had the texture of a jam, some of it looked too watery and some looked like some distusting sticky mess. Getting close to smell it was making the scent so strong that you'd feel like throwing up.
He witnessed Seungmin's corruption caused by the jam getting into his injury. Then he saw how Jeongin was forcefully fed on the jam. The way it basically instantly got them acting like they've lost their minds.. it was terrifying.
He was so helpless when he was forced to watch as Seungmin basically beat Changbin up to fed the jam to him. Or when Bangchan was trying to stop Jeongin from moving too much and the maknae scratched his arms till they bleed while looking like a child throwing a tantrum at the thought of leaving this factory.
Or when Han attempted to run away to get to Chan, Minho, Felix and Hyunjin — but ended up getting dragged back. They were so.. cruel.
The corrupted had weapons and acted like they had forgot the concept of empathy. It was like anything they heard was flying into their heads through the right ear and then flying out through the left.
The only solution for the non-corrupted ones was to run.
. . .
They hid in the dark concerns of the factory.
But nothing lasts forever.
Soon, Hyunjin was caught.. Then they got Bangchan. The only remaining ones were Felix and Minho.
. . .
They got seperated.
Felix decided to pretend to be corrupted as well for survival. He worked with Jeongin and Seungmin on making the jam, while actively trying to find out what it's made of and how exactly it works. Constantly on edge, afraid that they'll find out that he had never ate even the slightest bit of the jam.
"...Drugs..?" He mumbled to himself in shock, looking through some boxes placed between jars of jam. Then he paused, feeling an odd impression of someone's gaze on him. His heartbeat instantly increased, but he forced himself to look behind.
Nothing.
With a doubtful and fearful look, he turned back to the table. His eyebrows knitted together even more. He knew he didn't have a lot of time remaining.
"...What do I do.." The thought bothered him.