"Even if we run...we can't hide forever. Even if you stay here and do nothing, we are doing nothing to survive. So, we kill and fight until we hold our last breath."
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YOONGI POV
I stared at that very person behind Taehyung, as Taehyung's eyes goes wide when Lycia shoots him in the stomach.
His face described pain and anger. He fell and laid there without any grunts.
Namjoon took out his knife as I closed my eyes.
Thinking.
"You are not alone."
I have to fight.
I have to kill her once and for all.
I must take the risks given to me.
I run towards her, as my hands glows with power, shooting against her.
She blocks it, reflecting back at me.
I hit it down the floor.
I glanced at Taehyung, seeing him with no blood at all.
Huh?
He stood up, limping behind her, winking at me.
He must have used a bulletproof vest.
"Yoongi!" The voice echoed in my mind.
"What?" Knowing that it was from Taehyung.
"We must do it."
I went back to reality, seeing Namjoon lying on the floor lifelessly.
"It is your turn, Yoongiiii."
She grinned as she said in a slur manner.
I nodded at Taehyung, as I jumped over Lycia. We did our handshake, developing the power slowly as it turns bigger and bigger, glowing brighter and brighter. Lycia stared at the power, swaying left and right as if she was absorbed.
As soon as we reached our limit, we pushed the force to her. Making her pushed backwards and slamming into the wall, smashing it, and another, another another. We too hugged each other. We ran to Namjoon, bleeding rapidly.
NAMJOON POV
"Namjoon! Wake up!"
I woke up, seeing my dead mother above the clouds with white wings.
I floated above, waving at Taehyung and Yoongi.
"You are not alone!" I shouted as I disappeared above the clouds.
Tears still ran down my cheeks as I clasped the smooth hand of my mother's. I hadn't felt it for so long.
Bye, World.
TAEHYUNG POV
5 DAYS LATER..
We fixed the walls.
Funeral for Namjoon.
We all cried, but we all know life must go on.
I got out the Walkers' building and walked to London.
Speeding up, I disappeared and reappeared in no time at London.
"Time to paint the streets." I whispered under my breath as few of the walkers came and joined me.
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Alone (Season 3)
FanfictionThrough I gained respect, things got even worse. Through I can talk to my dead parents, I feel uncertain of myself. I want to just ignore mistakes and weird accidents. I felt...alone. Remember Walkers Join? Remember the computer? Remember the flicke...
