Rise Of The Fallen || KTH FF

Chapter 3: The Stranger

The sun was setting as you sprinted through the empty streets, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. You didn't dare look back—couldn't look back—as the sound of shuffling feet and low growls echoed behind you. The image of the zombie still burned in your mind, its decaying face, blood-smeared mouth, and lifeless eyes haunting your every step.

You ran blindly, not paying attention to where you were going, adrenaline pushing you to move faster. But your foot caught on a curb, and before you could catch yourself, you fell hard onto the pavement. Pain shot through your ankle as you tumbled, hitting the ground with a thud. Panic surged through you as you realized you couldn't stand.

Your breath hitched, and tears welled up in your eyes as you turned back, seeing the zombie lurching closer. Its grotesque figure was now terrifyingly near, and the thought of what it might do made your chest tighten in fear.

With trembling hands, you tried to crawl away as fast as you could, palms scraping against the rough ground. The pain in your ankle was unbearable, sharp stabs shooting up your spine with every movement. The sting was dizzying, making it harder to focus, but the sound of the creature's growls forced you to keep moving. You could feel it approaching, the air growing colder with its presence.

In desperation, you turned around again, and a scream tore from your throat as the zombie came closer, its arms outstretched. You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for the worst—

A sickening thud rang out.

You opened your eyes, and the zombie collapsed to the ground, unmoving. You gasped, your breath shaky and uneven, as the figure of a man with a black hood stood over the fallen zombie, his weapon dripping with blood.

He turned toward you, his face hidden beneath the hood, his presence both intimidating and somehow reassuring. "The sun is setting. We need to move. Tonight, this place will be infested with zombies."

You blinked, still in shock, your mind struggling to process everything that had just happened. "Is this real? I'm just dreaming, right?" The words slipped from your lips, your voice weak and disbelieving.

The stranger crouched down, glancing around as if checking for more threats. His tone softened slightly, though his urgency was still clear. "No time for questions. Can you stand?"

You shook your head slowly, feeling the panic rise once more. "I... I can't. My ankle..." The pain throbbed again, harder this time, and the adrenaline that had carried you through the chase was fading fast, leaving you weak and vulnerable.

The guy's expression softened slightly as he took in your injury. "Okay, just stay low. I'll help you." He reached out his hand, his grip strong and steady, but before you could grab it, the world around you started to spin. Your vision blurred, the exhaustion from running and the shock overwhelming you.

You tried to keep your eyes open, to focus on him, but darkness crept in around the edges of your vision. The last thing you heard before everything faded away was the soft thud of his feet moving, and then silence.

Yoongi's POV

From a distance, I watched the whole thing unfold, my heart racing in my chest. I had followed her, followed the stranger who had carried Y/N away after she fainted, wanting to protect her but without being seen. I had been nearby, watching her escape the zombie, my own adrenaline surging as I moved closer to the alley, trying not to draw attention.

The figure in the hood was fast—too fast. He had dispatched the zombie before it could even touch her. I couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and anger at the sight. Who was this guy? And why was he helping her? My fists clenched involuntarily.

When I saw Y/N fall, my heart sank. I wanted to rush to her, to pull her to safety, but I couldn't blow my cover. Watching her crawl, struggling to get away from the zombie, was unbearable. I had never felt so helpless in my life. I knew I had to wait, to let the stranger handle it for now, but every second felt like an eternity.

Then she fainted, collapsing onto the cold pavement. Panic flooded through me, and for a split second, I almost ran out from my hiding spot. I could feel the tension in my body, my legs itching to move.

I had to act—but I had to stay smart. For now, I will follow. But not for long.