Save Me || Book 1 ✅

Chained Together

The roar of an engine filled the empty road, as a big military truck sped down into the sun, leaving large clouds of dust flying off behind it. 

"I bet it was just one of those ugly bastards that stumbled into it," A man, driving the vehicle, shook his head as he tried to work out what set of his cleverly thought out defence alarm. He ran his hand through his dark, self-cut, choppy hair, before setting his lips and brows in a firm, focused line. "Nothing else could have set it off... There isn't anything else around here anymore."

"What do you think it was, Noona?" A smaller male voice came from the back of the truck. The voice was light, soft and almost child-like since it lacked authority but, clearly, the man was a fair bit older than he sounded. His pretty facial features and shoulder-length hair pulled up into a messy bun, made him seem pretty harmless but the way his eyes looked at his surrounding with a slight glint was a little unnerving. "Another sorry group?"

"I don't know. The alarm hasn't gone off in weeks, making it unlikely to be the dead. I doubt nothing has bumped into the line in that time. They're just not strong enough to set it off. I think we may be in for a surprise, whatever it is." In the front passenger seat, a woman said in a soft, melodic voice that clashed with her hardened, defensive personality. She brushed her long, chocolate brown, hair behind her ear and she held her hand over the pocket knife she had hidden in her belt. She smiled slightly, causing her rosy cheeks to rise, as she pondered the possibility of more people being in the world, still.

"Let's just hope whatever it was doesn't think it can get further than this." The first man said, gritting his teeth and gripping the steering wheel in front of him. "I'm not against taking bitches down if needed."

"Calm the hell down," The woman scoffed, shaking her head at her friend trying to sound intimidating. "You know damn well there isn't anyone stupid enough to mess with us. Those kinds of dumb arses are the ones who went first."

"No shit, they did," The guy smirked, menacingly. "It's survival of the fittest now... At least there's nearly none of them dancing, pop arseholes now - like the group we ran into last week."

"Yah!" The man in the back shouted, provoked anger in his voice. "Don't make me force you to pull over and beat the shit out of you."

"Shut up," The woman complained, her expression scolding the both of them. Her eyes were cold, like how they always were when she felt emotionally hurt. The man's insult stirred up bad memories for her, but she stayed quiet and held a strong expression on her face.

"You know, damn well, that was a personal attack!" The guy shouted, his voice sounding even angrier than last time.

"Then ignore him. He does this all the time, and you always fall for it," The woman sighed, exasperated. "Obviously, you can't cure idiot."

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"Jungkookah!" Taehyung shouted, anxiously, through to the bunk area of the caravan. He was sat on the floor, by the couch, keeping his eyes on the older two in the caravan. His head was starting to hurt and he felt dizzy, which was getting worse the more he moved, and he was starting to get worried; only, he was more worried about his brothers, at that moment. "You still with me, buddy?" 

Jungkook mumbled back a weak, small, yes, just loud enough for the elder to hear. Taehyung breathed a deep sigh of relief, the cool morning air fully filling his lungs, glad that the maknae was still conscious. He turned his attention back to the older two in front of him. Yoongi was starting to come back around from the intense shock and was more focused on comforting Jimin, who was still keeled over next to him.