Bitten [BTS]

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(hi i just republished this fixing some spelling/grammar mistakes, if you already read this then carry on:))

"So how did you guys end up here?" I ask, munching away on my candy bar.

Most of the boys sit criss cross apple sauce in a semi circle, facing the door. Namjoon had slid a crowbar through the door handles, so that if any sudden attacks would happen, we'd have a few more seconds to run. You can never be too prepared.

The seven shift uncomfortably, probably remembering the gory details of that day.
"We- We had just finished a meetup, and we were thanking everyone for coming. We were filing out, and we heard more screams, which was nothing out of the ordinary, so at that moment we didn't think much of it," Jimin chokes out.

"But they suddenly changed from cheers of excitement to screams of agony. I-I was the last one in line, so I looked back to see what was happening," Namjoon stammers.
"And it.. It was horrific. It started in the back. There was blood flying everywhere, and their screams.."
He trails off, recalling the traumatic events.

"I got a gun shoved in my hand, and told to get to a safe place," Jin continues.
"We all grabbed hands, and we ran. We just.. ran," Hoseok shudders.
"I was in the lead, and all I could think of was our hotel , it was down the block," Jungkook says, "We ran off stage, through the back. Luckily no snarlers had made it there yet. And then we heard gunshots, and more screams..."

"We made it outside, and the streets... there were almost no people infected. We were amazed that no one knew the horror occurring just a couple streets away. We screamed at them to get to a safe place. People looked at us like we were crazy. Most of them had complete faith that the government would keep it contained. Some bolted. We knew we couldn't afford to stay and convince them. We, we needed to look out for ourselves," Jungkook continues.

"We ran into the hotel, and up to the receptionist, and told him to lock down the hotel, that the infected were coming. He thought it was some teenage prank, but Jin insisted it wasn't and ordered that he locked the doors and everything, and some fists may have been shoved in his face," Jimin recalls.

"We asked for the master key, and he tentatively gave it, and we ran to the elevator, and instead of music playing, we heard his announcement. I-I dont even remember what it was. I was so terrified. We ran to my room, shoved all the furniture to the door, and waited until the next morning," Namjoon elaborates.

"We then carefully looted each room, and stayed there as long as we could, about three weeks I think. When it was overrun, we bolted. We knew that the outbreak meant that the government had failed to keep it contained like they promised, so we've just been wandering," Yoongi explains.

"And you?" Jungkook asked, his mouth full.

"Well.. I was visiting this town for a concert. We live a couple hours away, so it wasn't like we were blocked off with the travel ban. I came here with my Mom and two sisters," I start off.

"My condolences," Namjoon says with pitiful eyes.
"My condolences," the boys repeat.

I nod, blinking away my tears.
"We came here a couple days early, and the day after we arrived is when the outbreak officially happened. We didn't have much, so we tried our best to make it as long as we could. We were all weak, in an unfamiliar place, and none of us had weapons. There was no way we'd all survive," I mutter, chewing slowly.

"But we found a group who offered to take us in, but the walls weren't safe enough. After about three or four months, the biters broke in. My sister was on guard duty when it happened..."

A solemn silence fills the air.

"Hey, we've been able to keep each other safe, we've made it this whole time," Jin boasts, gesturing to himself and the others. "We'll make sure to take care of you too," he promises.

I wipe away my tears, and catch my breath. What a dad.
"Thank you. Thank you so much," I muster out, offering a weak smile.

Another silence falls over us eight as we ate.

"How many snarlers have you all killed?" I ask, trying to break the silence.
Crap, you don't ask how many things you've killed as a way to start a conversation, I'm such an idiot.

"Well, we don't count. But it's not a lot. And most have been Jungkook. He's got a natural talent for it, of course," Taehyung chuckles, ruffling Jungkook's hair.

"Hey! Cut it out!" Jungkook whines, playfully pushing him away.

"As expected from the Golden Maknae," I laugh.
"Yeah," he replies, fixing his bird's nest.

I stare down at my boot, and start twirling the ratty laces through my grimy hands. God, I need to clean them.

Great, I did not expect meeting my idols to be this awkward. What now?

"How about a rock paper scissors competition," I offer, trying to relieve everyone's obvious awkwardness.

We spent forever on the rules, deciding who'd start off with who. We pair up, playing rock paper scissors. I slowly make my way up the ranks, sometimes being put out in the first game.
"Ready to get crushed?" Jungkook taunts, staring at me.
"In your dreams," I throw back, cracking my knuckles.
"Ooooh you going to take that?" Hobi questions, watching our game.
We were the last pair, so everyone was watching us.
"One, two three!"
I throw out paper, and Jungkook throws out scissors.
"No!" I yell, jumping to my feet.
"Good match," he laughs.
All the other members are guffawing and slapping Jungkook on the back.

Our lively mood quickly vanishes when a biter starts banging on the door.

That's right.

I'm not hanging out with my idols.

This isn't a dream come true.

I'm trying to survive in this hell hole.

"I'll get it," I mutter, unhooking my knife from my backpack.

"H-hey!" Hoseok yells.

"Just make sure no others come," I sigh, sliding Namjoon's crowbar out and tossing it back at them.

I count to three before letting go of the door and slamming it open, making the snarler stumble back. I grip my knife and use my free arm to push it back.
"You ruined the perfect mood you asshole," I murmur, holding it back with my forearm.
It snarls at me, mindlessly biting the air. It's skin felt extremely loose and I felt almost no muscle, meaning that this guy had been dead a long time. It's skull should be mushy enough to stab through.

You cock block I think, raising my knife and stabbing it through its head. It immediately goes limp, and I step back, letting it fall to the ground.
"You filthied my clothes," I whine, looking down at the new bloodstains on my jacket sleeve.
I bend down and wipe my knife on its mangy clothes. I stand back up, and walk back to the door, slowly opening it , entering, and closing it.

I turn around, and see all boys staring at me in all.
"What?" I laugh.
"Don't look so surprised, how else did you think I survived this long? I have to be capable of taking down at least one snarler."
"C'mon, let's loot this place and scope the area, it seems pretty safe to spend the night."