Immune To Everything But You [HIATUS]

Chapter Four: Moving In

You stayed like that for god-knows-how-long, just laying and relaxing in Namjoon's tent after listening to him warning the group that you were there. Of course, there were some protests, but no one fucking cares that you have to share food with more people, Yoongi. And you were about to pass out when that name echoed in your mind.

Yoongi. Your brain turned over the chasing familiarity you felt at the name, trying to figure ou-

Wait. Min Yoongi?

Your eyes darted to the opening of the tent and you felt really tempted to go out and try to see if it was really your Yoongi. The one you spent so many childhood days with. Your first crush. Your best fucking friend before he moved away, only three months before the infection spread.

But you heard the voices disperse and felt like it was a lost cause. Yoongi wasn't... That strange of a name, right?

Finally, you fell into a dreamless sleep, curled up and looking like she was finally at peace. In the back of your mind, you thought you heard someone coming for you, but your sleep was entirely too precious right now.

"Ironasaeyo... Wake up! Wake up!~"

Never fucking mind.

Whoever woke you up earned himself a smack to the face and a very loud scream coming from your throat. The guy looked conflicted on whether to be mad, apologetic, or to laugh his ass off.

"Food is ready and everyone is just dying to meet you. C'mon," He giggled out, leading the way to where the food was being served. You trailed far behind while rubbing your eyes before your head shot up at the entirely too-enticing smell that reached you.

Actual food? Not just some random garbage that you found of the street? That's a fucking miracle and your stomach seemed to think so, too, by the way it growled and rumbled at the scent.

You hummed out and looked around, seeing almost everybody tense and ready to attack before they saw your embarrassed face and the stranger who woke you up trying not to die of laughter. All of them - including Namjoon and someone who looked... Really familiar - sighed and noticeably cursed at the thin and bubbly man for scaring them.

Good thing your torso was covered by Namjoon's jacket, you thought absently. Otherwise, the others would see the numerous scars all over your body from the bites that you had taken. After that, well. You'd probably be decapitated and burned. Maybe not in that order.

This whole zombie epidemic was the result of science gone horribly bad. There was once hope that the cure for cancer was finally found. But, the virus went haywire and targeted the human brain, the only part remaining being that of pure instinct and survival mechanisms.

Being as most of their brain was gone, they had lost most of their cognitive functions and they had also lost a lot of their motor functions. But along with the loss of motor functions, Walkers also gained extreme strength because they no longer had any part of their brain that held back said strength. So, in short, they were slow, strong motherfuckers that had a craving for flesh of any kind and only knew how to feed.

The relevance of this is that you are immune to this virus. There was no one else in the United States that was immune. No one. Everyone that had gotten bitten or came in contact with the virus had eventually became a walker or died before they could.

But you? You just couldn't fucking die. Which might have been explained by the fact that you were born with raw stem cells in your body, meaning that you healed at a much quicker rate and you had the ability to regenerate any type of cell, including the nerve cells that the virus attacked.