Immune To Everything But You [HIATUS]

Chapter Two: His Version

How the fuck did he get stuck with shopping duty?

Namjoon was dragging himself through the abandoned streets of Houston, checking the mostly-intact buildings for any useful supplies like water (not likely) or batteries or ammo. He'd been voted to go out to the unbearably hot capital by all of the fucking thirty-one other members.

Apparently, he was the only one man enough to go out alone without ruining his jeans.

So, Namjoon had been dragging his ass through the entirely-too-hot streets on a particularly 'The Sun Says Fuck You' day, his shirt already removed and tucked into one of his unfairly large back pockets.

After exiting a large department story, only fucking clothes and /two/ batteries to show for it, Namjoon tries to make his way down the street to the well-known convenience stores for at least some food for the camp. Thirty-two was a lot of mouths to feed, you know.

When he was only a stone's throw from his destination, he heard... Breathing? Heavy breathing, at that. Namjoon quickly hid behind the nearest thing he could - a dumpster- and looked the stranger over. She looked horrible. She had choppy, short hair, was barely wearing actual clothing, and looked like she hadn't eaten or bathed in weeks. Which, honestly, she probably hadn't. It was hard to find working showers and actually clean water or food in Houston in those days.

Namjoon eyed the tiny girl's scythe, the weapon looking worn but extremely well-known in the girl's hands. So, not wanting to risk finding out what would happen if she knw he was there, the silver-haired man snuck through the shadows, trying to just get away before sh-

Fuck.

A loud crackle rang through the air when he stepped on an empty water bottle. He winced, but kept trying to move, his feet working quickly as he saw the blonde coming towards him.

Before he really understood that she'd found him, he was shoved against the wall of an abandoned car shop. Namjoon grunted as he felt the bricks dig into his back under the tiny girl's hold.

He looked over her malnourished face and saw her excited and bewildered smile for only a second before it vanished only to be replaced by a cold and almost murderous glare.

"Who the hell are you? And what are you doing sneaking around here?" The blonde asked Namjoon, her words laced with venom and caution. Her tone made him drop his arms and his gaze, his left hand going to his knife only a few centimeters from where his hand usually hung.

This poor girl... She had scars and bitemarks all over her, but seemed to have survived from all of them. Namjoon could just imagine how much it hurt her to wake up from the pain and see everyone else dead. He could just tell how much she hated that she was alive while everyone else was lying in piles around her.

The male put on a smirk and looked into her eyes, murmuring, "Easy there, Huck Finn. I'm just here for a supply run." A chuckle came from his lips as he stroked the smooth blade of her scythe, subconsciously feeling proud that it was better taken care of than thought.

"I'll be out of your hair as soon as you drop this beauty."

"How do I know you aren't fucking infected?" Her words cut into him as her scythe pushed more against his neck. In the back of Namjoon's mind, he made a note to disinfect the cut that was probably forming on his skin.

The girl's eyes flicked down. "Hand up and off of the knife."

Namjoon rolled his eyes slightly as he raised his hands in surrender. This chick looked like she was going to drop at any second, yet she had unbelievable strength for someone so small and an even more impressively quick wit.

"Whatever, hot stuff." He sighed before stiffening and looking over her shoulder at the Walker walking towards them. The girl seemed to notice just as he did, sighing and dropping her hands to face the undead being.

Slice.

Without even flinching, the tiny girl cut through the walker's head, getting it's rotting blood all over her torso and neck. With an apathetic look on her face, she turned around and dug through her forgotten backpack, coming up with a glorious bottle of water and tossed it to him.

Namjoon looked at her with an almost angry and surprised face.

"Honey, you live in Hou-"

"There's no reason for me to be alive anymore. Take the water and go. Everyone else in this town is dead or... Infected." She murmured before slumping down and closing her eyes in depressed acceptance.

Just when Namjoon was about to yell at her for thinking like that, she mumbled quietly, "I wish those bites would have at least turned me into one of them," her dark eyes still closed as if she was wishing that she could just disappear.

She cracked open an eye to check if Namjoon was still there, her gaze seeing him biting his plush ass lip, like Jesus, Joonie, calm down before walking to her and handing the water back to her.

"Nuh-uh. I have plenty of that where I'm going. You, however, are not dying in this heat," The male said with a hard voice, hauling her up and holding his hand out in an offer to come with him.

"I have a car about a mile uptown. You coming?"

She scoffed. "I can barely fucking walk without seeing stars. Why not just let me die? It's not like there's any hope left for humanity." She just kind of looked at him, her eyes filled with the heartbreak of losing your whole family without being able to join them.

"I can't be turned into one of those disgusting creatures; I'm only fucking eighteen and I've killed more people than that supposed mafia that's probably been turned into though zombies by now (Namjoon literally fucking snorted at that. Smooth, dumbass.) I just..." Her laugh was dark and quiet, a very resigned annoyance taking over her features.

Namjoon had the urge to bring her into his arms and tell her that that was fine; they'd all been there by now. But, he couldn't. He could only prove that life can still be okay with all of this bullshit going on.

He smirked at her slightly (trying and failing to lighten the mood), putting the water in her backpack and picking it up while his mouth opened to explain that he could just carry everything by himself. However, this girl loved to cut him off.

"If you want me to go with you, then you're going to have to convince me that there is a fucking reason to live."

His world span for a millisecond. Namjoon's heard that before. Last time he head it, it was almost the same situation, only in Salem, Oregon. The male tightened his jaw to keep himself from yelling at her and crying at the same time. Namjoon can't fucking let someone do this again. He wouldn't be able to live with himself.

Because you're too fucking young and too fucking smart to die already, dammit," He hissed out before clearing his throat and looking up at her with what he hoped was an apology in his eyes.

His large hand came out for her again, his head gesturing over his shoulder to the direction of the mile-long trek to his car was. "How 'bout I take you to the human's paradise around here? You can sleep on the way and miss the whole boring trip, if you like."

"Whatever. Not like you're giving me much of a choice," She mumbled pathetically, her face towards Namjoon's back and side at the same time. Luckily, she couldn't see that he was silently crying, the situation much too familiar for his comfort.