Blood, Sweat and Tears- A BTS Apocalypse Story

Chapter 4: I'm sorry

^^^^^^^Again. What Jimin looks like.

One, two, three go. That's it, and they were out in the open. Engulfed again by the summer breeze, however this time, there was no time to bath in its delightfulness. Jimin got out. Becoming face to face with the thing that was banging on the car window. The sound of the door opening caught its attention, it's head snapping so quickly to the left it's head almost came of it's frail neck. Jimin would of most likely been fresh meat by now, but he also happened to carry around a pocket knife which turned out to be very ideal. Jimin couldn't believe it. As the thing got into reach of him he put a hand on its chest, stopping it from getting a bite out of the carrot top. It's fingers were clawing at his leather jacket but thankfully not piercing through.

"Wait." He put a hand out, blocking Hoseok from getting out as he didn't have anything to defend himself with. Even if he did, the poor kid wouldn't know what to do with it. With little hesitation, Jimin grabbed the small handy knife from his jacket pocket and flipped it open. He looked at the thing. It was becoming stronger and he could no longer hold it back as it reached for his neck. Jungkook panicked from the other side of the car.

"Jimin!"

Then it stoped moving. Becoming limp against the ginger boy making him stumble back a bit. His hand slid the knife under its chin and into its brain, before it had chance to do damage to his neck. A bit of blood splattered against his neck and chin, he wiped it off and shoved the body off of him. He watched it fall. Did he just kill someone one? No. That wasn't human, it killed that woman. He thought.

Hoseok looked at him, his hand coming up to his mouth.

"Y-you, Did y-you k-kill him?"

Jimin shook out of his trance and his eyes left the body, up ahead to where he saw a few more of them heading this way. He looked down.

"You saw what it did the that women, she's dead for crying out loud! I-it would of done the same to me, I had no choice." They all looked at him weirdly. He scratched the back of his head.

"What?"

"Jimin, how can she be dead. If she's not even fucking there anymore." Said Namjoon. Jimin followed his gaze nervously to the hood of the car, where only a trail of blood was left behind. His hand slowly left his hair, falling limply to his side as he tilted his head to the side. What?

"H-how is th-" screams where heard from the distance. Alerted, a confused Jimin told them that they had to go or they'd be swarmed by them.

"We need to go. Now." He shouted, the pocket knife that he didn't even realise he had dropped was spotted lying by the body. He picked it up with grimace, holding his other hand out for Hoseok. He took it with some hesitation when he found the blood dripping down it, but obliged because he knew now was not the time to be worrying about germs. To get to the sidewalk the two had to dance between many cars, followed closely by the others.

Slamming the door shut, Jungkook was behind all of them, Jimin being at the front and leading the way. In front of him was Taehyung. He kept a watchful gaze left and right and occasionally behind him while keeping a hand on the lower part of Taehyungs back, pushing him forward slightly.

There was actually many others in the same panic as them, running around with kids strapped to their fronts or even pets. Each boys hearts ached as they watched an elderly couple, the husband trying to help his poor wife up of the dirty street with rattling hands. Thankfully, there didn't seem to be many of those things amongst this part of the street. The commotion was happing behind them further away, but close enough to see. Unfortunately, some of the things had straggled their way down to where they were, catching people of guard. Some lucky enough to scramble away with a scratch or so. Others not so lucky. The boys tried not to look at the poor people who where not so lucky.