Cause of Death: (BTS & Zombie AU)

Cause of Death: Screams

I jolt to a stop, frozen in the intensity of the sound. I mean just think about it, thousands of ARMYs screaming and crying louder than they thought they were capable. Although screaming is what one would expect at a concert, but show wasn't supposed to start for another 20 minutes. Besides this was not that can kind of screaming, and this isn't that kind of story.

I suddenly head towards the closest door hoping to figure out what happened, but its locked. I start to walk past to find another when a loud thump sounded from the other side of the door.

"OPEN THE DOOR! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME EVERYONE IS RUNNING!"

Oh God, how old was this girl? She sounds like she's eight. I hover close to the door and try to explain to the girl that it was locked, and she should try another exit, but she wasn't understanding in her hysteria.

"HELP ME! I LOST MY LITTLE SISTER! WHAT ARE THOSE THINGS?! WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!?"

This is a different girl, within seconds the sobs of two turn into the sobs of seven or eight. I sprint down the hallway in the same direction as before hoping to find a staff member to unlock the door. Regardless of what's happening they need to open exits leading out the arena or these girls with kill each other in the panic to the main exits. Human stampedes have got to be more dangerous than whatever is scaring them so bad.

I spot someone slowly walking alone down the corridor. Slowly, Really? How can this guy not hear the screams?

"Hey can I get some help over here? A bunch of girls are trying to leave the venue but a lot of the doors are locked. Do you have a key or some passcode to open them?" I yell a bit harsher than I meant to. The man turns towards me, but instead of responding he just starts walking towards me like he's suddenly found his life's purpose. When he gets about ten feet away from me I notice that he is bleeding, a lot. Like you'll need more than stiches a lot. It looks like an animal tore out a huge chunk of his neck right above his Adams apple. Maybe if I watched Grey's Anatomy or was a med student I'd rushed to help him, but he kept walking like he wasn't about to bleed out in two minutes. So being a Cellular Biology major, I did the opposite and backed the hell up.

Behind me I heard a frantic voice calling out to me, "Are you crazy?!?! It's gonna kill you RUN!" behind me an older woman in her thirties dropped to the floor fifteen feet behind me. I made my way to hurt realizing that she probably passed out due to dehydration. God this is why people need to drink more before, during, and after concerts; I hear these stories too often. Before I even have a chance to reach for my water bottle, a teenager that I hadn't noticed before, crouches over the lady to check her puls-

I fall back on my butt a scream stuck in my throat as the girl digs her teeth into the older woman's flesh. Blood splatters everywhere, and I start gagging when some gets into my mouth. It's warm. I hold back vomit and decide that now would be a good time to dasi run run run, but not before contemplating whether the girl/crazy cannibal monster's red highlights are really highlights. I get up and turn around just in time to see Mr. Speed walker less than five feet behind me. When I realize that he is obviously coming for me and not to help the probably dead lady, I do the first thing I can think of.

I swing my bag as hard as I can.

For the next minute, I find myself once again rushing down this long ass hallway that is still somehow deserted in all this madness. What the heck was that? The girl was eating that poor woman and that guy looked like he was going to do something similar to me. What about all those girls and boys from the concert? If these people, these things are in there.... I just don't know.

Being the idiot I am, I don't watch where I'm running and smack face first into someone. I then fall back unto my butt, again. I look back up and the human barricade in front of me only to notice that he hasn't even noticed my crash. My eyes crawl up his muscled back noticing how freaking tall this guy is compared to me maybe not six foot but close to that. His tousled black hair is nice but what I'd love to see even more is his face. Like God, I know I can't relate to being so ripped that I'm unfazed by some girl slamming into me, but could the guy at least have the decency to acknowledge my general existence.

"Hey do you mind helping me up?" I ask, but immediately regret when the guy turns around. It looks like someone tore off one of his cheeks. I can see his gums and molars poking out from the torn skin, but that didn't stop him from continually biting down on nothing like there was invisible food in his mouth. Suddenly all my paranoia driven self-defense classes went out the window. My mind went blank as I scooted away from the creeper until my back hit the wall. He is too close. I can't get up; I can't move back, and from my position I can't get enough leverage to hit him with my bag. I'm not even sure if that would make a difference given that me sprinting into him didn't even cause the guy to flinch.

My eyes well up with tears. I put my feet on his chest and use my legs to push him away. He keeps going for me oblivious to my legs instead he aimlessly swings his arms in front of himself and snaps his jaws at me. Even if this thing isn't smart enough to go for my legs, he is too heavy for me to hold off forever. The only thought in my head is: I don't want to die.

I don't want to die!

I DON'T WANT TO DIE!

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"

I scream at the top of my lungs praying for someone to come help me. "GET IT OFF ME! I CAN'T DIE! SOMEONE!?! ANYONE!?!" My cries get hoarser and more desperate as I feel my legs start to give out.

In a flash, my legs fall uselessly to the ground because they are no longer pushing against anything. The muscle guy lays on the ground motionless a few feet away. I'm in the middle of trying to comprehend which superpower I have just magically received when a hand appears in my field of vision. I flinch at first, but when a gentle voice asks me if I'm alright, I look up and see him.

I blink trying to figure out whether I'm hallucinating or dead because standing above me holding a bloodied microphone stand is Jeon fucking Jungkook.

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Yeah so, that first chapter was more of an intro than anything else. Just know that plot might be a bit slow in the beginning because a lot is happening. Hope you liked it!