Immunity (BTS Fan Fiction) | ABANDONED

Chapter 6: Gangster, Meet Soldier

The glittering skyline of the city winked at them in the dimming purple twilight. It'd be beautiful - peaceful even - if the streets weren't littered with a few soldiers here and there and the once sparkling buildings weren't coated with graffiti and grime.

"This place went to shit pretty quick," Yoongi muttered, dark almond eyes sweeping over the home of his companion's childhood.

They traveled to Ilsan in search of transport to China. Surely their large neighbor would be in better shape than the fractured Korean Peninsula. But it seemed that as soon as the Sickness weaseled its way into the human race, the city fell with its people.

A few skyscrapers still twinkled in the smog, mighty beacons in the desolate sprawl. If one focused just on the few windows gleaming on the highest levels, the smashed glass of the lower floors was easier to ignore. But even the lights were nothing more than smoke that attempted to shroud the dire situation at hand.

"Yeah," Namjoon breathed.

Yoongi glanced at the younger, "To the port?"

A slight nod was his only answer, but it was enough. His foot tapped the gas a little harder, giving them a burst of speed through the eerie empty streets.

There should be more cars. Where is everyone?

Apart from the few soldiers, their hazmat suits turning them into giant ants as they marched along, Yoongi and Namjoon seemed to be the only ones here.

Unable to take the nerves building up in his gut, Yoongi pulled over beside one of the soldiers. The man paused his rounds as Yoongi rolled down his window, turning to face the car with a huff.

"Excuse me, sir," Yoongi began, "what happened here?"

The soldier was young. Too young for his work. Perhaps that's why he answered with an eye roll. "Have you been living under a rock? Most of them are either dead or gone."

Namjoon leaned closer, eyes trained warily on the soldier, as Yoongi asked, "Gone?"

"Jesus," the soldier groaned, shifting his rifle to his other arm. "Look, this place has been cleared out. I don't know what you guys want me to say."

Yoongi sat back in his seat, contemplating. Namjoon's eyes studied his every move, waiting for his older friend to come to a decision.

"Why haven't you locked down the city then? Why are you all still here?"

The soldier shrugged, already setting off again. "For idiots like you, I guess."

Irritation flashed through Yoongi's stomach, but Namjoon lay a soft hand on his arm before the elder could do anything.

"Let's just go, hyung."

"Where?" Yoongi snapped, though he didn't mean for it to be so harsh.

"Sir," a voice outside the car called.

Yoongi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What?"

A new soldier - one who was much older - leaned towards the open window. "Protocol is that everyone without a badge must be tested for the Sickness."

"A badge?"

The man blinked at them. "To prove you are neither Immune nor Sick."

Oh.

Yoongi met Namjoon's wild eyes. They were blown out with panic, and the elder chewed his lip. "How does it work?"

"I'll need a blood sample."

Yoongi scoffed, "Sure, let me just get my bag of at-the-ready blood. I knew it'd come in handy someday!"

Unamused, the soldier retrieved a black box from one of his numerous pockets. "Your hand, please."