Kim Taehyung
My lungs burned for lack of oxygen, perspiration clinging to my skin. My leg muscles clenched painfully as I forced myself to put one foot in front of the other, all noise rising to an innuendoes chaos, so much so, I couldn't decipher anything. Relying solely on my vision, I directed my gaze to the back of Namjoon's jacket and kept running, kept running, kept running...
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement and instinctively swung the pipe in my hand in that direction. A thud and a snarl indicated I had hit my mark. Keeping one firm grip on Jungkook's hand, I whipped my head around to see if Hoseok was following us, and he was; only a step or two behind.
Namjoon suddenly cried out, “The sewers! Come on!” and made towards a construction site just outside the premises of the lab. Jumping over the fence, we made our way to the neon yellow keep out signs and thence towards the half dug hole that led to our designated destination.
A smile split my face. We were going to make it! We weren't going to die!
But all of a sudden, Hoseok cried out behind us, making Jungkook and me stumble. We saw a zombie clinging to his arm, digging it's teeth just above his elbow, blood gushing out all of a sudden.
He struggled against it and managed to throw it off. “Keep going, keep going!”
Me and Jungkook ran back to him and helped him along. It delayed us, but I didn't care. He was safe and he was alive. That was what mattered.
The zombies didn't seem to have much of speed, since we could barely hear their shrieks in the distance. But they were closing in. Slowly, yet surely. We ran/stumbled into the dark tunnel. It was disgusting, the walls oozing with green slime and sludge, the smell hideous, some of the substance having fallen on the floor, making it sticky as well.
Yet we continued running. Deeper and deeper. Namjoon threw me a torch, whose beam zigzagged along the walls haphazardly as I ran. We seemed to be doing well.
That is, until Hoseok collapsed.
“H-hobi, get up, we gotta go.” I tried pulling him up, Jungkook and Namjoon helping me, but reaching nowhere. He did stand up, but his face was pale, drained of colour. Already, I could see the huge amount of blood he had lost, it staining the front of his shirt.
We were only standing now, trying to help him along, and he tried, I could see that he was trying so hard; but it wasn't enough. The zombies were getting closer and closer and we weren't moving anymore, we just stood there—
Hoseok shoved my shoulder, causing me to stumble forward.
"Run!" He yelled, his feet slipping over the wet squelch underfoot, fingers grasping his arm, which bled profusely under the torchlight I was shining at him; the only source of light in the dank sewer.
"What are you waiting for, Taehyung!?" He yelled. "Go!"
"B-but..." My words came out trembling. I couldn't just leave him like that. I couldn't. He was more than a friend; he was like a brother.
As if reading my mind, he smiled. A grim smile that lit up his features for a millisecond. "Hey, listen to me. Are you listening to me?" His voice was gentler now; calmer.
"It's okay. You'll be safe. Leave me here." He stopped moving, as if to prove his point. "Save yourself."
Tears filled my eyes as I heard the words. "No!" I yelled. "No, dammit! You can still make i--"
My sentence cut off as I heard the snarls and shrieks coming closer.
Fear clouded his eyes, yet that smile remained etched upon his lips. "Taehyung, please."
I was about to deny again, when another pair of hands grasped my forearm and tugged me forward.
"We have to leave." Namjoon sounded solemn; melancholy, but his eyes still showed that same determination. "Now."
Both of us glanced at the boy in front of us again, so brave. So valiant. Hoseok grinned now, flashing a victory smile. "See? I'm okay." He said cheerfully, but his lips trembled, giving away his fear.
And from around the corner came first one, then two, and then the rest of the undead, limping, scrambling over one another, shrieks ringing discordantly and reverberating around the tunnel walls. My heart clenched at the sight. I knew what it was telling me to do was right, but it was so horrible, so cruel, so disgusting--
Yet, I had to.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
And then I turned, and continued running.
Tears blurred my vision, I couldn't see in front of me except for a dark blurry haze. The only thing pulling me on was Namjoon's grip on my arm, and that was it.
I felt like I had betrayed him, betrayed Hobi. Sense ceased to matter anymore. Who does this to a friend? Who lets them stay behind and face off the evil? Not a good person, that's for certain. And even though he himself had begged to stay, in order to buy the others some time, it just felt wrong.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I could hear his echoing dying wails reverberate around me.
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a/n; singularity as a whole is my new kink
