They escaped. They really escaped and yet, they keep asking themselves: Why?
"We are alive... we really are alive, but does it feel like it? We are seven fallen, broken, contaminated savages. Maybe the secret, is that we're alive on the outside and...
Flower field, that's where I'm at Open land, that's where I'm at No name, that's what I have No shame, I'm on my grave When your feet don't touch the ground When your own heart underestimates you When your dreams devour you
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When you feel you're not yourself All those times Where's my end finally gonna be? Everything's so exhausting, from A to Z When's this wretched mask finally gonna come off? Yeah, me no hero, me no villain I'm barely anything
Sempiternal: A.L.I.(d)E(ad)?
The plane lands after many hours in the air. Most of them wake up, except for Jimin and Yoongi. Jungkook carries Jimin on his back and Hoseok carries Yoongi, although he had difficulty in doing so. Just a step behind Mikhail, goes Namjoon. The first thing he faces with the hatch open, are soldiers pointing.
"Extraction successful. No infected. Code 1301." he enunciates in Russian and the soldiers immediately lower their weapons.
With a gesture, the seven begin to climb out of the vehicle. Almost encircled and cold to the bone. The place looks like a stereotypical military base, very similar to the place they come from, with less tents on the outside and in contrast, a huge well-built building.
"First they will do a physical examination" Mikhail announces without stopping walking and without even giving them a glance. "Answer some basic questions and they will be taken to the shelter. It's protocol."
"And what are we supposed to-"
Mikhail turns and faces Namjoon. The man is not intimidated by the military man. He is a normal man. If he could face Junghwa and Junhan, Mikhail is not going to scare him at all. He is just a man.
He is not a monster. Both in a good way and in a bad way.
"That I must discuss with the council. At most, it will take a month" Namjoon purses his lips. Thirty days is a long time. "Until then, don't let the slightest problem be heard. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir." he replies reluctantly. He supposes it's worse than nothing and being stuck in the middle of nowhere starving and freezing to death."
No sooner are they separated from Mikhail than they are in an examination room. Similar to a hospital office. With the difference that people come and go about their business, but able to observe what others are doing. It is a very uncomfortable and stuffy environment. The difference in treatment is noticeable. Very brusque, no one really seems to have any interest in them beyond wanting them to get the hell out.
Not just in terms of physicality and attitude, it's also about how they are addressed. They only speak English here, so six of them are officially lost and making faces that cause a bad mood in the soldiers and doctors present. Namjoon is the only one who understands, but only halfway: they speak with such a thick accent that it is impossible for him to fully define what they are saying.
