Save Me || Book 1 ✅

One Last Little Push

After the fight...

"Get off, you ugly fucker!" Namjoon strained, through gritted teeth, as he rolled himself out from underneath the dozenth corpse he had taken down. "Jesus fucking Christ!"

At first, the crowd of dead looked endless to the leader, impossible to take down, but he had to try. 

Body after rotten body hit the ground, the leader throwing them one by one. He was certain the blade was going to break from the handle of his knife, it growing weaker after every skull it was forced through, but it managed to hold on.

Sitting himself up against the tree he had been backed into, the man leaned his head back against the bark and wiped the sweat from his brow, taking desperate gasps in an attempt to catch his breath. He couldn't sit around too long, he knew that, but he couldn't move until he had cooled off a bit. 

The sun beat down, though the light around him grew dark, like burnt out copper flames. He could feel himself growing tired, more and more dehydrated, but Namjoon knew with one last little push that he'd find what he was looking for... And then he could go back, back to where he first found shade and shelter. 

"Get your act together, Kim," The man spoke quietly to himself, summoning the energy to push himself to his feet and continue his search. "It's not just your arse on the line, here."

The leader trekked, only for about fifteen minutes or so, but it felt like decades were passing as he could feel his skin starting to burn.

"There you are," He clasped his hands together, walking up to the one thing he had been looking for, for the best part of an hour.

Hidden well between a few trees, sacred to only those who searched hard enough, stood a little bush. The man had seen it on one of his runs, a few weeks back, and made mental note of the fruit it held.

Taking out a folded up bandana from his jeans pocket, the leader picked as many of the red grapes as he could carry; the more the better, he thought, before wrapping them up and holding them close to his chest to protect.

Now for the miles-long walk back, he thought to himself as he turned on his heel. Though he would have argued, he still made it back to where he was before the sun had disappeared, completely uninterrupted the entire way.

Letting himself into the little wooden shack, which he thought was probably some kid's treehouse before everything, he quietly barricaded the door back up before going over to the small stack of supplies he had found there.

Namjoon grabbed an empty plastic bottle, that was just disregarded and could definitely have been cleaner. Taking the wrapped fruit, he twisted the bandana tight, letting all the juice slowly drip into the bottle until it was a quarter of the way full and the fruit was nothing but mush in the material.

Taking a tiny sip, sighing in contentment at the hydration and sweet flavour of the juice, he quickly placed the cap on the bottle and made his way over into the back area of the room.

"Gotta wake up now, hyung," He sighed, crouching down by his eldest brother, who was flat out asleep in the corner. Giving the man's shoulder a gentle shake, Namjoon just sighed and rolled his own shoulders, which were still aching from carrying the man's weight for miles. "I carried you all the way here, kept you safe, went out and found something for you to drink... The least you can do is wake up and thank me, you ungrateful bastard."