Antidote || BTS AU ✔

9

No One POV

The soft patter of footsteps gradually intensified, zooming through the abandoned streets of Seoul. Some moments they would stop, then continue with longer strides to fasten the way back home. It was silent the whole time, no one spoke a word, in fear of the lurking rotten corpses hiding in every corner.

The group had made it back to where the first tape was found - the place where Jin and the others saw the obnoxious group of survivors get mauled to their death.

A familiar twinge of uneasiness settled in Jin's bones, the same one to when he encountered and witnessed the terrifying consequence of the group of teens. He had to admit, he was a coward. But it was either protect the boys who he had trusted and known for a long time, or a bunch of juvenile teens that didn't think over the things they did.

He remembered the scene too vividly, it replayed like a video tape in his brain. He remembered the way the limbs and bodies were torn apart from each other, blood oozing. remembered the cries for help as they were hit with immense pain and numbness as they drifted dead on the ground. It made him sick to even bother trying to remember it.

Jungkook sensed his hyung's uneasy feeling, also recalling the memories of that day. He should be used to it, he had witnessed it too many times to count. But despite all that, his brain refused to accept it, thinking that everything will be back to normal, to just wake up and believe this was all a dream.

A grunt was heard from Yoongi. You could see from his expression that he didn't like the smell. He scrunched his nose, covering it with his shirt to avoid the decaying scent coming from torn up remains. Unlike the others, he accepted the fact he was living in a world where there can be no hope of rebuilding what was left, a world where the strong are also left to defend themselves.

The group walked passed the remains - or what was left of the group of teens from a few days ago, careful to look out for the zombies that had previously claimed this area. A few zombies appeared from behind a building, still noticing the seven armed group coming to towards them. Their heads got stabbed through the skull, quickly falling down and forever staying down.

"We're almost there, we just have to pass this place without being spotted by those monsters, or worse, Junseo," Namjoon whispered, making sure he directed his voice towards the others so they could hear him. He knew Junseo's routine, he figured it out by observing and perhaps sending someone to stalk him. As far as he knows, Junseo usually came out during the afternoon to scavenge some supplies, but it wasn't rare for the man to go out late like this sometimes.

They were currently hiding behind a dumpster, trying not to get attention to themselves. It had been a couple of minutes since they had passed the remains of the previous group, taking caution that their greatest enemy other than the undead could be lurking near. If they encountered Junseo, there would be a chance he'd want the VHS, or think it as some old movie. Either way, no one would want to chance it.

Hoseok held the tape tightly in his grip, the other hand holding the silencer. He had no smile on, something that didn't often happen. It was clear that he also felt uneasy, heart beating at a rate that could compare to someone just did a marathon. He bit his lower lip in frustration.

Compared to all the other times he has went out, this one was far the most scared he'd been. It might be because Namjoon only sent out a couple of people out, not the whole group. He learned previously that having the whole team together in this kind of late gloomy night, things won't go smoothly.

They were half way there. Hopefully, some luck decided it would be the time to appear, because they really need it.

Namjoon crept himself towards the left sidewalk of the street, avoiding the center as much as possible. He signaled the others to come along with him, looking back to make sure everyone was still there with him. It felt like they were in a horror movie, the scene where they'd be ambushed and killed.

They turned turned to the left to a lit up street. Somehow the streets still had energy despite nobody monitoring. It was bright enough to clearly see a figure in the middle, stood still looking wobbly. It turned around, it's face plastered with grieve. With no hesitations, it ran towards the group.

Panicking, Jin and Hoseok moved behind Jungkook, trapping themselves in between the two youngest. Once close enough, Taehyung could clearly see the figure was actually not a zombie. It was a person, a person looking distressed, horrified, pitiful.

"Please...Please help me! They- It bit my sister! I-I didn't know what to do....she was just alive a minute ago...I had to-I killed her..," The stranger held onto Namjoon, his hands smothered with the blood. It wasn't his blood. "Do...Do you think I'm gonna turn into one of them too...?" he whispered, only audible to Namjoon. His grip tightened, his knuckles turned pale.

At first Namjoon didn't know what he was talking about, but when his eyes landed on the strangled body on the ground back to where the light was directed from, his body grew stiff. like a statue, he didn't move, eyes glued on the rotting body on the cement floor. It's face was severely beat up, the jaw line was crooked, the eyes were smashed. It was the sister.

His eyes returned to the distressed figure of the bloodied boy, feeling pity. For someone who had to kill someone dear was something no one would want to do. But in this world, there's no other choice. It's either get bitten or get killed by others. It was like a never ending cycle of murder.

Jimin quickly noticed the fresh bite on the shoulder of the boy, whispering it in Namjoon's ear. He had remembered the maximum time of when someone turned into one of them. 3 mins. However, they didn't know the exact time the boy was bitten, so it was to be reminded that he could turn any second.

"He's bitten, what do we do?" Taehyung caught on, his hand gripping on his blade's handle. Despite his blank expression, he felt uneasy. Any moment from now someone else would get bitten if no body does something.

"Kill him," Namjoon said, eyes looking at the boy's surprised face. He felt bad indeed, however there was no way to reverse the infected, unless there was an antidote, but the antidote was still lost, waiting yet to be revealed. All he can do now was to end his misery.

"W-Wait! Please," the boy croaked out, his tears blurred out his view, but still could make out the several figures walking closer, "I don't want to die yet......but..I also don't want to end up like her...," he muttered the last sentence. He stared at the blade before him, the sharp object that would end his life. The life that would never have a good ending.

Accepting this mournful fate, he bitterly smiled. He wished there some miracle that would happen, but of course it never will happen. False hope. This bite was irreversible, and was taking effect on his body.

"Please...make it quick, I don't want to see myself turned into one," he whispered. He dropped to his knees, letting go of his grip from Namjoon's clothing. He refused to look up, his eyes locked on the ground.

As said, without difficulty, the blade sliced through the neck of the stranger. It was silent - the death of the boy. His body had limped onto the ground, where red liquid painted itself. His last wish was granted.

The sight in front of Namjoon frightened him, wishing there was another way he could've saved the boy. He wished they already found the antidote, the cure to this tainted infection.

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I feel lazy, I am lazy. Editing is no fun, but it's my fault I didn't do it earlier....
Excuse me while I type away my frustration JWJjsjsjxjesiajajwjzjjaJJjdjwnzjajahshbxxujwywisjxbwusy28s6zgsbauwjzbxxhszjushshsuw8zhhsuzijsjwu7dhxhx6cychsuw7weyyxs7xchjf

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