(EDITING) #StillAlive [Jikook/Zombie AU]

7.

Jungkook's P.O.V.

I didn't know what to do with Jimin. He looked so mad but not at the walker he beat up, but just at everything. It wasn't scary. No matter how much of a psychopath I think he is, he wouldn't hurt me.

I am sure of that. Still seeing him with so much hatred in his whole being made me take a step back.

He calmed down rather fast when I stopped him, but we both didn't knew how to handle the situation. So we both went silent. Refusing to say something that could throw off the other.

The whole walk to his apartment there were no dirty comments. Only one command. "Stay silent." Which I did.

While he prepared food for me I looked around. His home wasn't big, nor small. Windows not barricaded as if to say "Hey, I'm not afraid". He probably isn't. His place looks neat. A drastic contrast to the outside world.

I walked to the kitchen with my bare feed making little tip-tap sounds. Jimin was heating up.. meat?

"Where did you find meat?" I ask with twinkling eyes. It's been a while since I even smelled meat.

He didn't answer.
Okay, not the right time Kooks. Let him sort things out first.

When he was done I had a plate with the medium cooked meat, rice, cooked grains and beans. Some side dishes too.

"Don't open the door until I come back." He let me know and left.
I looked at the now closed door, somehow feeling lonely already.

A sigh leaves my mouth, before I take the chopsticks and dig into the food. Ooh, let me tell you. I moaned! With every bite! And I drank two whole bottles of water!

Taking food for granted? Not me anymore! Water? I would sell my soul for water! But I shouldn't have ate that fast, because my stomach feels like a rock now. It really hurts.. Is that normal?

I'm laying at the couch for a while now, the sun slowly setting, my stomach still aching and my mind telling me that I will die, because I ate too much and my insides are about to explode.

Still no Jimin.
Why isn't he back yet? He's taking so long and I'm bored and dying!

I whine and throw my legs in the air. How can he leave me alone? I need entertainment! This know-it-all midget probably knows what to do with stomach aches!

Jimin, I'm dyiiiing! Heeeelp!
But.. he's still not here.

Okay, that's it.
Who is he to tell me what to do or not? And what if something happened and he's all alone out there?!

He will kick my ass. He will cut my balls off and feed them to the walkers. For sure.
Do I care?
Yes.
Am I still going to look for him?
Yes.

Without really thinking much I grab a baseball bat leaning on the wall, put my shoes on and leave his house. The door falls close behind me and now there is no going back.

There is no going back.
Oh god! There is no going back! What if I die?! What have I done?

"Stupid Kooks!" I silently yell at myself.
"I can do this. Just don't make noise. Once you find Jimin everything will be safe again."

I can do this. Just have to keep quite.
Well my quite is running for my life, because I'm faster than those walkers.

And so I run, full speed. I don't make noise, my shoes do. Know the difference.

I run for a good five minutes until I reach the park. For now I didn't have to kill any zombies which I appreciate by thanking god. We're buddies now, I guess.