The Only Way Out [BTS FF]

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Aalia's Perspective:

I don't know how long it's been since Taehyung died, but we've all been sitting in dead silence from then til now.

In fact, I can't even guess how long it's been since we woke up in this place. I just know that it's felt like ages.

"I'm so hungry..." Hoseok mutters, "Someone hurry up and take me out of here."

Wilson sighs before saying, "Me too..."

"Nobody gives a fuck if you're starving to death, Wilson," Yoongi says, which the older man doesn't reply to.

Then we hear a rattling noise.

We all whip our heads in the direction of the noise and my heart rate increases the closer the noise gets to us.

My heart almost jumps out of my chest when I see something appear out of the darkness.

But then I let out a sigh of relief when I realise it's just a row of tray trolleys.

They're all a strong red colour with a matching red platter lid on the top of them. They all move in a straight line to the first row of seats before some of them disperse off towards the back row.

"How are they moving on their own like this...?" John asks as the tray trolleys make their way in front of each person.

"I don't know. But it's creepy as hell," Brianne mutters and I nod a little.

Then they stop moving and, after a second of silence, the metal over our wrists clips off of the chair.

I put my hand on the top of the lid. My breathing that's now became heavy makes me hesitate for a moment, but then I slowly lift it up.

Underneath, is a bowl of soup with some cubes of meat on the side. It looks like beef.

I know damn well none of this is halal. I'm not eating it, I decide.

"Anyone gonna eat this?" I ask, looking at the food in front of me which has steam coming off of it. This has been freshly cooked?