Hello readers, writers, and most things in between! I'm not gonna lie: this one is pretty sad. I apologize in advance.
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My eyes never stayed on one spot. I made it my priority to make sure every one of my members was in my sight and not in danger. I was losing breath, and fast, but that didn't matter. Only they did.
Man, running from zombies is a real workout.
Yes, you read that right. Zombies.
It all happened in the blink of an eye. We just began touring in America, and it was the first night of our first show. Right before the first note of our first song started, a scream erupted throughout the building and the crowd went into a panic. Without having the slightest idea of what was going on, the seven of us were ushered back into our dressing room. After a mere five minutes and before I knew it, we were in a van, driving away from the place infested with the infected.
That night we found a house that had been evacuated and have been living there for almost a month now.
But supplies ran low. Out of food and other necessities, we had no other choice but leave the house and look for a store. In the middle of searching, it's no surprise a pack of zombies just had to show up and spot us.
Now, here we are, running for our lives.
The gun in my left hand got heavier with every step. I took a chance and looked back. I've always depicted zombies to go extremely slow; these, however, did not.
Farthest ahead, Jimin and Yoongi led the way, being two of the fastest. Jungkook and Taehyung weren't far behind, then Hobi, and finally Jin and I in the back, making sure the kids were in sight.
I must have taken too long to look at Jin, as I worried about the bloody scar running down the side of his cheek and down to his neck. A dead hand grabbed the back of my jacket and caused me to be yanked back, knocking the breath out of me.
I landed on my backside, hard. I stared up to see an infected victim reach towards me. Then I got to see him being blasted full of bullets. Regaining the air in my lungs, or trying to, Jin came into view, screaming my name.
I was suddenly pulled to my feet and pushed in the direction I was originally heading. I turned to him to thank him, when I spotted another victim directly behind him.
Jin released a gasp as I kicked the zombie away. I grabbed his wrist and began to run.
"Namjoon! Over here!" I heard Yoongi call out. I saw him holding the door open to a gas station as Taehyung and Hoseok ran in. I never let go of Jin's hand until the doors were shut.
I bent over with my hands on my knees, panting. "Phew. Hey, is everyone here?"
A chorus of "yes"s and "here"s was music to my ears. My family was safe. "Alright. Everyone, go and search for any kind of weapons or food. Come back here in five minutes."
They all dispersed in small groups. I just happened to turn my focus to Jin, who still had his hands on the handles of the now locked doors. He was completely still, other than his legs shaking a little.
"Jin?" I breathed.
No response.
I straightened. "Jin...everything alright?"
No verbal response. He slowly turned his head towards me, and I saw tears streaming down his face, mixing with dried blood on his neck.
My eyes wandered south, and widened at the sight of blood staining the front of his shirt.
