Cause of Death: (BTS & Zombie AU)

Cause of Death: Memory

I can't feel my face by time we stop at gas station. I hear a car door open and yelling about an empty tank. I stay sitting on the floor while the rest exit the vehicle. In a few minutes, I work up the strength to climb out of the car. Yoongi walks up to me looking a little concerned by my demeanor, but I'm too dazed to care.

"Everyone is just about finished with the bathrooms, so if you a want privacy or something, the convenience store should be empty soon. In case you didn't hear we are 5 minutes away from the apartment...." He trails off when he sees my blank stare. After making some weird hand gesture, he walks past me. I plant myself on the curb in front of the store and try calling my family. Is it sad that this is the first time I've thought about them today? I flew here to attend the concert, so the only way to get back home now is a 13-hour car ride. I stare at some discarded baseball bat lying 3 feet from me as I think out if I'll ever see my family again.

My phone somehow ends up on the floor after I hear the prerecorded voice telling me that the lines are too busy to put my call through. I watch my phone sit on the pavement. I wonder if it's cracked? I wonder if that would even bother me? I feel like I'm swimming in murky water. All sights are blurred. All sounds are distant, and everything is moving slowly.

I slowly look up when I hear a loud thud. Someone's yelling. Someone's on the floor. Someone's wrestling someone else. Someone's bleeding. I don't comprehend what's going on until I see the look on Jimin's face. I don't think I've ever seen him so scared. He is frozen in fear so is Yoongi, and E- ERIC THAT'S HIS NAME!! Everyone is frozen except for Alex who is on the floor crying and Jungk- SHIT. Jungkook's fighting off two zombies while screaming for help.

I snap.

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I'm wet, why?

I-I'm so tired. Why do I feel like I just ran a mile? It's so quiet now. It was so noisy before. My eyes focus, and I meet Jungkook's stare. He looks like he has seen a ghost. On the ground behind him, Alex has stopped crying. He is also staring. Below his tear-stained face is a huge wound on his arm near his shoulder. He is hurt; I can help. I start towards him, but he whimpers and scoots away. Confused I turn around and see everyone standing way closer than they were before.

Eric, Jared, the managers, even the other members, they're all staring at me. I look down. There is a bat next to my feet. Did I drop it? My hands are shaking. They are covered in blood. I think. I look up again and see the same expressions. Their faces give me no answers. Wait, the zombies what happened to them. I spin trying to catch sight of them, but I can't see them. I look down again and gasp when I see two unmoving figures laying there on either side of me. The surrounding ground is covered in their blood. The same blood that's on my hands. I look back at my palms, confused.

Half to steady myself, half to clean them, those are the two reasons I wipe my hands on my jeans, but neither are accomplished. My jeans are wet. I'm still wet. Why am I covered in blood?

"Wh- wha- What ha- happened?" I can barely speak, "W- What did I do?" I spoke so quietly that I'm not sure anyone heard me till I get a shaky response.

"Do you not remember?" Jungkook looks almost as lost as me.

"I was sitting there," I point to the curb, "How did I get here?"

"You-"

"You saved us, that's what you did." Suga speaks over Jungkook not letting the younger finish, "The rest of us stood gaping like idiots when Jungkook and Alex were in danger and you saved them." The others slowly start nodding in agreement.

"Excuse me I need-" I stop myself and run into the store holding my mouth closed. I rush to the bathroom barely making it to the toilet before puking up my breakfast.

I start to rinse my mouth, but the water tastes like more than just vomit. Blood, my hands still have blood on them. I spit the water out fighting the urge to throw up again when I see pink water draining out of the basin. From there tears break out of their cages as I struggle to scrub my hands clean with the taste of foreign blood still in my mouth. Only after I've washed my hands five times, do I finally rinse my mouth clean of the blood and puke.

My grip on the edge of the sink is the only thing keeping me from falling to the floor. I clench my teeth and squint my eyes shut while trying desperately to regain my composure. It's at this moment that I finally look at myself in the mirror. My hands weren't the only part of me covered in blood. It's everywhere, on my clothes, in my hair, even spattered across my face. I splash water on my face to keep my eyes from swelling. I'm still hiccupping when I dry my face off and stare at myself again. My makeup is gone but at least so is the blood.

By the time, I finally walk out of the restroom, I've have made sure that all tears are gone. I'm done with tears, they don't help. Now is the time to live not cower in fear. I scan the aisles for bottled water, Powerade, and Gatorade. Whoever raided the store before us obviously were smart enough to take most of the water, but I seem to be the first person to figure out that Gatorade and Powerade are just as helpful. People tend to forget that Gatorade was made to provide sugar and electrolytes to football players while effectively hydration them. I take the rest of the water and as many Gatorades as I can carry and walk back out to the van. After dumping the drinks in the trunk, I turn to the security guy whose name I still don't know.

"Has anyone filled up the gas tank?"

"Uh yes" he nods

"Okay get four or five of those gasoline canisters, fill them up, and pack them into the trunk. Do you mind doing that?"

"No problem"

I pretend I don't notice everyone's stares as I pick up the bat and bring it into the store with me. If they think they are doing me a favor by not telling me what I did before, then they're wrong. I'll only assume the worst until I figure it out or remember.

Back in the bathroom, I start washing the blood off the bat making sure to use the crappy soap. Unable to find a duffle bag, I settle for a Hello Kitty bookbag and throw a pair of scissors into it. I walk down the aisles once again and fill up the bookbag with as many canned foods as it can hold while holding a few in my other arm.

When I finish dumping the bat and the cans in the trunk next to the extra gasoline and drinks, I crawl into the van and stuff the scissors and bookbag under one of the seats for later. I plop down on a seat and wait for the boys to finish filling the last two canisters and whatever else they are doing. The last thing I see before I close my eyes is Namjoon and J-hope crouching over a still injured Alex.

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Crap is finally going down hope you like this one