Downfall || Seongjoong

- twenty-eight -

Hongjong || Seonghwa 

After the station had collapsed, I don't remember much. I mean if anything I recall being in my dorm room with the nurse, it was just a day prior to my discharge. 

She was this sweet lady who kept trying to cheer me up through my days, despite not remembering much, she always tried to tell me stories and adventures of her own to keep me company. 

And now.. I don't even know if she is alive anymore. 

I don't know if anyone at that station is still alive to this day. I am sure the station wasn't all that crowded when the building came down to ruins. 

At least I hope it wasn't.

From my side, honestly, things weren't the best. I am starting to think our building was attacked, and it wasn't just by pure coincidence that a whole two floor station collapsed. 

And I still managed to come out, with no scratches whatsoever. 

I was completely fine, not dead, not bruised and not in pain. I should be happy, but I was confused. 

I mean, if the last thing my memory remembers before everything went black is a whole building collapsing, then why am I fine? 

And most importantly, where am I? 

As I felt harsh movement around, I felt forced to wake up. My head was aching, and I felt sick to the core. 

I gently rubbed my eyes, trying to get the dizziness to go away before I looked around, hoping to understand where I had ended up at. 

One thing for sure, I was on a moving vehicle. I was thrown in the back, and it was quite big. 

Perhaps it was a truck, a big one at that. 

But why was I at the back of truck?

Instantly, I felt scared. Really just beyond terrified. 

I didn't know where I was, my phone was turned off and the vehicle seemed to be going for a while. 

Was I taken away? Am I out of Seoul? Do they plan on taking me far away from here to kill me?

Those were all unanswered questions that filled my brain at the moment, I felt myself move back unconsciously, my back hitting the walls of the truck. 

I stayed like that for a bit and before I knew it, the truck had stopped. 

I looked around, shifting my gaze to the sides before bringing my focus back to door. 

I could hear laughs outside, talking and some banging on the truck too. I am not too sure why we had stopped because no body had come to open the truck the door whatsoever. 

They were just standing outside, conversing and laughing with each other, while a potential patient, possibly dead by the conditions, was at the back of their truck. 

I move closer to the source of sound, I was debating on whither to bang on the truck to get their attention or just wait until someone decides to open the door for me. 

Deciding on the first option, I lifted my arm however before doing anything of the sort, I heard one of the two man outside speak. 

"Man, boss people will be so happy to see the gift we brought him"

The make chuckled, by his voice, I could assume he was in his mid 30s' at least. He sounded old, and his voice was damaged, possibly from smoking.

His partner on the side banged on the truck as he chuckled along before speaking.