𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 : 𝑅𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐶𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 [ᴛᴀᴇᴋᴏᴏᴋ]

ㅡ 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 2)

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However, corrupted by adrenaline, I dashed to the broken wall and whimpered as the metal rods sticking out of it were poking and scratching my sides as I was recklessly pushing through. I managed to get one leg outside and was ready to squirm a bit more to bring the other there too, yet something made me stop. It was a loud click, but it was too short for me to figure out if it was safety of the rifle or the sounds of whatever creatures were lurking through the building's corridors.

Jungkook's POV:

The click made my heart pound, yet the yank that followed was a complete horror for me. A growl and a cry of agony came after, a second before finding myself yanked and thrown on the floor, outside the shelter. My leg was burning after the rough pull, yet I could not understand why and how, my heart thumping ever so quickly while trying to fight off the creature, apparently the same one from the vents, which was continuously trying to bite me.

From what I could see though, it was always leaning for the neck. My hands were getting weaker with its fast squirms, getting also terrified and losing the rational thinking by second. It all happened really fast, a couple of voices yelling from the other side of the room, probably the two men, another voice coming from the corridor, and then... a sharp pain through my whole body. I was surprised and also scared when my subconscious instinctively made me let out a cry, the struggle of pushing against the feral creature becoming a helpless one.

It was quick, the pain, the sensations running through my body, the voices echoing louder... I couldn't register it, nor keep my eyes open or control the coughs or the warm liquid spreading over my mouth down to my neck.

Narrator's POV:

The three men dashed closer and immediately aimed for the creature's head, killing it with a couple of shots, the one without a gun, Mike, running even closer and directly pushing the corpse off the boy's body. He was horrified seeing the bloody coughs and the deep scratches glowing red across his neck. He was visibly struggling to breathe, the man instantly knowing that he was extremely panicked.

"Get your hands off-"

"Let him. He's a medic..." Dave said and stopped the other man, surprisingly seeing that his words actually kept him from snatching Mike away. He was carefully but quickly taking his hoodie off, lifting his shirt over his head too.

"Look at me please" he said and patted the boy's cheeks, hoping that he would react or at least stop crying and making the blood flow even faster. The boy was completely unfocused and struggling to get some air in his lungs, sometimes gripping on the man's wrists, weakly losing the grasp and crying again.

"So, what the hell will he do? I have more supplies than you scavengers."

"Then we'll take him there."

"Tell him to pick the boy up, I will make some space." The man said, already turning to leave, stopping in his tracks as Dave gripped his shoulder and said.

"Is the way safe?"

"I-.. I hope so." The man then snatched away and headed down the corridor, taking the turn to the left and leaving Dave's line of sight.

Well, they had to two options... to either keep the boy here and try to patch him up, yet risk losing him, or to trust a stranger and head over to a not-so-sure safe side of the building. Even if it sounded horrible, Dave had a third option.