NOSE BLEED //:A BTS fan fiction

Buddy

"no, I can't let you do it" Lisa shakes her head and turns her body to face me

I sigh a little

"and I can't let you turn" I say as I gently grab her hands and lightly smile

I love them all to much to let them turn and if that means I have to shoot them myself

Then I will do it

She just nods, I put my hand to her forehead to see that she's a burning up

I can't let her do this in an attic, I wouldn't like to die here

I stand up and help her to her feet, I grab my backpack

"we can't stay up here" I say as I pull Lisa towards the stairs

Every one grabs their stuff and follows us down the stairs and into the lounge area

I close all the curtains, to make sure the zombies can't see us. I lock the front and back door just to be sure

I tell Lisa to lie down and to get comfy, this definitely isn't going to be pretty

I sit down at the end of the couch and rest my head on the back, I hug the pillow that's in front of me while everyone sits in silence

Why is it so quiet?

"why is no one talking? I mean I know its not exactly a happy situation but I don't want to die in silence" Lisa jokes and sits up a little

Her eyes have a become dark and bloodshot, her veins have darkened and made her skin look blotchy

"earth to hana! You can stop staring now" she waves her hand in front of my face

I just chuckle and look away, I can't help it she looks so different

We all talk for a while until I glance at the clock, it's been 3 hours since she was bitten

She has 6 more left

That's not enough time but there's nothing I can do about it

Lisa begins to stand up, she's not as weak as she was before

"I'm having a random burst of energy and it kinda hurts so I have to go and walk it off" she says as she stretches

That's a bit weird but whatever

"let's go and explore the house, I mean there's quite a few rooms upstairs" I say as I stand

Everyone agrees and we make our way upstairs

We enter the first room, I look to the bed to see 2 bodies

Both with guns in their hands

I have a flash back to the scene at my house

I shake my head and walk over to them, I pull the sheet and place it over them

I look to the bedside table to see a small picture of a family, it was 2 parents and a little boy

Where is he now?

I look to everyone who are just staring at me with soft facial expressions

I put the picture down and walk out of the room

I hate it when people feel sorry for me, it makes me feel weak

I've had it for the past 2 years with family members

I just wish everyone wasn't so bothered about how I feel

I walk down the hallway and into the nearest room, I can hear quiet whimpers