Taehyung's POV
Saturday 21st August 2074
"We found a bunch of stuff upstairs. Cos rich white people can get away with everything," Boseon shrugs.
"So, where you from?" Jungkook asks.
"East London," I sigh, shading my eyes from the brightness of the room.
"Ohh, cool. Yoongi's from east too."
"Okay but seriously, you're gonna need something to defend yourself with," Hoseok states.
"Let's check what else there is upstairs," Boseon suggests.
"Alright," Yoongi says.
"So, how old are you Taehyung?" Jungkook slows down next to me.
"I'm 19," I announce.
He whines, "why is everyone older than me?"
"How old are you?" I ask.
"I'm 18 in a-"
"Guys! I think there's some walkers up here!" Boseon whisper-yells from the top of the stairs to us who are still downstairs.
"Walkers?" I look to Jungkook.
"Oh, that's what we named them," he explains.
"Guys keep it down," Yoongi warns us; a stern expression on his face.
Jungkook and I stand by the landing. Boseon just told us that Hoseok is making sure it's clear for us all to go upstairs.
This is crazy. I'm just supposed to believe that zombies are real now? How does that even happen?
Skeptical, I furrow my brows. "How long have you all been awake?"
I'm exhausted, I need to go back to sleep.
"Probably two hours before we met," Boseon shrugged.
"So.. that guy in the kitchen.. was really a walker?" I looked to Jungkook.
"Yeah. He would've tried to hurt you if I didn't kill him."
Yoongi leaned against a wall this entire time, fiddling with something between his fingers.
"What's taking him so long?" Jungkook complains a little too loudly for my liking, causing me to wince.
My head is still killing me and Jungkook shouting is not helping.
"Shut up Jungkook," Boseon says.
And that's what he does.
***
We walk through some corridors, with Yoongi fearlessly leading the way. I don't know how he's managing to stay so calm, I could never hide my fears as well as he is.
"Coast is clear." Hoseok suddenly appears out of the dim corridor, it's only form of lighting being from a small window.
His arrival half scares me to death, which is ironic considering our situation.
"Are you sure?" Yoongi questions.
"Yes. Keep your voices down at all times," Hoseok warns.
***
We're in this great room which looks like a long hallway, except it's more square than rectangular. The walls are lined with weapons. Guns, ninja stars, bats, knives.
Boseon launches a rifle at me before two handguns are thrown my way.
"Yo what the f**k? No way am I using these." I hold all three guns out in front of me in disgust.
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