𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 : 𝑅𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐶𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 [ᴛᴀᴇᴋᴏᴏᴋ]

ㅡ 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏)

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A familiar voice followed.

"Idiots..."

"Sir, wait-"

Footsteps went and faded away, I was unable to understand anything. Only one word after all of it.. and that was... "kill".

Jungkook's POV:

The word rang through my head for a pretty long minute, but it was forcefully interrupted the moment I heard a loud bang coming right from the other side of the tunnel. At first, I thought something rang through, or maybe the sound came from outside, yet my idea faded away pretty quickly. Because, as a flash, "something" crawled from left to right, only seen in a blurry way when it passed by the tunnel opening.

A spike of adrenaline came through me. I didn't understand why, but after a few moments I was starting to get the reason. It was terrifying, but I still... somehow... could not move anymore.

Unaware about the surroundings, I flinched hardly when I found myself moving backwards, stepping on the vent's openings, right above the floor which was clearly visible through the grilled trap door of the vent. The moment I gasped and instantly regretted it was the exact second I saw a lethally-looking pair of... "hands"... followed by a flash of red, hungry, lustful eyes. It was nothing near human readable in them, and the sounds that came from this "creature" were stating its intentions very clearly. It wanted to kill.

Not even in a blink of an eye it dashed and crawled at an inhumane speed through the vent, towards me, however as soon as I turned around to try and push the trap door open, it disappeared. I frantically looked around, seeing there were other three openings around me which could possibly be the exact space it could crawl through.

The thought made my movements very sloppy and imprecise, my force being clearly not enough to push the door and the pressure blinding me badly enough to miss the simple lock it had. I started hearing the same scratches and animalistic noises coming from above and I naively looked up, then forward and then right to one of the three openings. It was the farthest one from me, but this idea did not warm me up not even one bit, knowing that it could be right on top of me in a matter of seconds.

Again, with a godly enlightenment through my corrupted mind, the thought of trying the trap door again flashed through. This time, my eyes locked on the tiny mechanism that, obviously, would unlock the door. I worked my hands on it and missed it a few times, whimpering in pain without caring anymore about anything but escaping from the vents. The thud behind me was followed by louder sounds, yet I did not look back. It was useless. I already knew what was there. After a few more seconds, I managed to open the door and instantly opened it and jumped out, running in any direction that seemed promising.

To the south, presumingly, since the green on the walls was exactly the opposite way, but it did not matter. Or maybe it mattered? I found out... but too late... because after shifting through a crack between two broken walls, I found myself at the edge of a tiny shelter. A makeshift one, however. But it seemed like someone was nearby, I could feel it in my guts...

"Ah, shit..."

"What happened now? You lost it again?"

"Nah.. it was a sound.."

"A sound?"

The conversation was just behind the wall, apparently in a corridor. The room I was in had no windows, only a barricaded one, the crack in the other wall being the only opening inside. So, somehow I knew that the people were coming, and a perfect hideout was just behind a pretty beaten up desk, some rocks and whatever other germs there were... but I allowed myself to lean to the wall and listen. Their footsteps were getting louder and closer, but I could catch their words.