Zero only has one goal, to be human. Escaping from the cell that once contained her, the outside world, which she longed to see for so long, is filled with more darkness than she expected.
She is faced with a world that is determined to label her a...
The next morning, Jimin woke up with an ache in his muscles. It was probably because he slept on the cold hard ground in a shed. A pout emerged on his lips when he thought of being back in his comfortable bed.
He was happy that the nightmares of him being eaten weren't true. That didn't stop him from checking each limb just to make sure they were still intact. The only person he was inclined to trust was Zero who was nowhere to be seen.
He grabbed a gun as he prepared himself to walk outside. The weapon was heavy and unfamiliar in his hand.
He sighed in relief when he didn't encounter any white-eyed creatures as he walked to the house.
The happy atmosphere in the dining room dampened when their hostage walked in, holding a gun.
He smiled in their direction, unaware of the coldness of their stares.
Before he could react, Hoseok leapt from the chair and slid across the floor to avoid being shot. He tackled him to the floor and took hold of the gun. He stood up and pointed the gun towards Jimin, who was groaning in pain due to the unforeseen attack.
'What is with you people and hurting me?'
Hoseok did not budge.
'Why were you holding a gun?', he asked in a stern voice.
Jimin sat up, holding his aching arm.
'Did you forget that there are zombies outside? You expect me to walk around defenseless?'
Hoseok moved closer to him. He was nothing like the bright, happy-go-lucky man he had witnessed the previous day. His eyes were dark, not a hint of emotion lay behind them.
'The next time you touch my gun will be the day you die'.
Nanna walked in from the kitchen with a tray of toast.
'Kids, there will be no fighting in the house', she scolded, 'Hand me the gun Hobi'.
His cold persona melted instantly.
'Only if you give me more toast Nanna', he tried to strike a deal as he willingly placed the gun in the pocket of her apron.
Jimin was left dumbfounded. Mr Smith helped him stand up and he followed him and sat down at the empty seat.
She buzzed around, placing more generous portions of food on their plates.
'He's right ', she quipped, 'I want you all to carry weapons with you at all times'.
'Except you Zero', she smiled warmly at her as she placed a hand on her shoulder.
'Humans will always be the most frightening species in my opinion so watch out for them'.
They all nodded in agreement.
Namjoon placed his newspaper down. He looked in Yoongi's direction. Yoongi's plate was still filled with food. He gripped the fork and knife in both his hands as he stared blankly at the plate.
Yoongi felt like the world around him was swirling. The people around him were so close yet they felt so far, like he was hearing them from the bottom of a well. He couldn't control his body. He was immensely hungry but his arms stayed in place.
Zero turned just in time to see his head slump backwards. Black spots filled his vision.
Jungkook turned and gently shook him, thinking he was just a little hungover from the previous night. He had expected him to glare at him but his eyes remained shut. Jungkook's smile was wiped from his face.
'Yoongi! Wake up', he repeated desperately.
He shook him harder but he wouldn't react. Jungkook's biggest fear of losing the people he cared about was happening again. He wished he had someone to blame for what was happening.
Everyone stood up and surrounded him. Zero watched him with an inexplicable expression on her face.
'What's wrong with him?', Jungkook asked.
No one graced him with an answer.
Taehyung grabbed Yoongi's other hand which lay limp at his side.
'We need to take him to the hospital', he suggested as he placed the arm over his shoulder.
Jin shook his head.
'We can't go there anymore, they threatened to attack if we did', he revealed.
Namjoon's hands were threaded through the grey strands of his hair. With all the power he had, he couldn't even save his friend.
'Zero what's wrong with him?'Namjoon asked.
His voice had an edge to it that shocked the others. His mask was slipping. He thought of all the things he had done to get the power he had. The road to his dream had turned him into a thief, a liar and a killer. Yet it wasn't enough if all he could do was watch as his friends' health deteriorated. He wondered how many more sins did he had to commit until he would no longer be so powerless.
Zero didn't utter a word in response.
Mr Smith watched the scene in silence. He wanted to help but his fear of getting harmed and being unable to take care of Jimin was stopping him. He saw that Jimin was looking at Yoongi with tear-stained eyes. He didn't want Jimin to live through the trauma of losing someone in his life so he swallowed his fear.
'You all need to give him some space', he suggested and they all scattered away from him but still lingered.
Mr Smith took off the white glove and pressed a finger to his neck.
His pulse was too weak.
Jungkook found it hard to rip his eyes away from the scene. He turned to look at Zero.
'What's wrong with him?', he asked.
Zero wasn't sure of how to break the news to them. She felt a heavy guilt wrap around her whole body, making it hard to breathe. Everything that was happening was her fault. If she had never survived after being infected none of that would have been happening.
'The suppressors can't help him anymore, he's in the final stages ', she revealed, her voice thick with emotion.
'If we don't find the cure in time he will die'.
Her words hang in the air. Casting a dark shadow over each nook and cranny of the house. The sunlight that streamed in through the boarded windows didn't seem as bright anymore. The air felt thick as it filtered through their lungs.
They had no choice but to wait until the gala which was a week away to save him.
' We can't just give up on him', Namjoon mumbled as he shook his head,' I'll tell Doctor Bang to meet us at the city hall'.
He struggled to get his phone from his pocket. He was surprised when the aforementioned man was calling him before he could dial.
'Doctor-',
He was interrupted by the frantic man's frantic voice.
'You guys are in danger, make sure you leave and don't return to the house'.
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