Survive ❦ Namjoon

7 | Rescue

What am I going to do?! What am I going to do?!

Panic set in as she watched the zombies encircle her, leaving her with no means of escape. She was stupid to think she could fend them off herself. But she didn't regret it; her sacrificing herself meant that the others could get away, that he could get away.

Their breaths mingled and fell on her troubled face. She fought the urge to gag and tried to make herself as small as possible. For her whole life, she hadn't been good at fighting; she was weak, and she was aware of that fact. So that was why she knew what she did was stupid. But she had to make sure the guys got away. They had more of a chance to live a better life than she ever could.

What exactly did she have to live for? Her family had abandoned her, her friends rarely bothered with her, reinforcing the fact that she was alone in this world.

Yet, Namjoon had made her feel more included in the short half-hour that they had known each other than she had ever felt in her life.

A strong hold on her arm broke her out of her thoughts and she screamed.

I don't want to die. I don't want to die.

Then she felt a powerful force as the zombie's grip was torn from her arm. Sounds of clashing followed that, as a group of guys began to fight the hordes of undead.

She fell backwards and was caught by a wall of muscle. She looked upwards and through her wet eyelashes; she saw a handsome face, and she recognised him straight away. "Jaebeom, what are you doing?"

"Saving you, duh." He helped her to stand upright.

"But I thought..." She stammered and looked down at the floor.

"Hey." He grabbed her chin and lifted her face so he could see her features properly. "That's all in the past, we're friends, right? And friends help each other when they're in need."

A fresh set of tears pooled in her eyes and then she raised her hands and slapped her face. Now isn't the time to be crying! Maybe she had been wrong, and she did have more friends in this world than she realised.

"Now, are you going to fight, or not?"

"I'm going to fight!"

Fight for the right to be alive.