Heart of the Cure

Chapter One: Sticking Together

'This just in, the government has announced a national emergency. Everyone must evacuate to the nearest quarantine zone. No belongings will be accepted with the exception of clothing and or food.

Weapons of any kind will be confiscated at the doors of the contained area in order to protect the civilians inside. Everyone will be examined upon entry, making sure that the epidemic does not spread any more than it already has.

We advise everyone to stay calmed and protect your friends and family. Stay united and help one another. In an act of panic, people are revolting and attacking one another. Murdering without remorse. They're striking fear to those who are sheltered in the quarantine zones.

There has been at least four contained areas that have been attacked by these riot. Help one another for there is hope. People around the world are fighting for the justice and extermination of the worldwide outbreak. But the real question everyone is asking right now and demand an answer to is, will there be a cure? And when will they find it?'

[ One week since the outbreak ]

Curled up in a tent, shivering and drenched in rain, Jimin sat alone in the confined space that they have provided him. They were moving, everyone was packing to leave because of the sudden news of the riots.

They told him to pack but he didn't really have much to take anyways. He only had the two backpacks he and his mother carried and the baseball bat he took from his house. He sighed as he opened one of them.

There were clothes in one, his own. He recognized everything he had packed in them a few days ago. He hadn't opened them since every single time he looked at them, they reminded him of his mother.

He turned to the other one, bringing it closer to him. With shaky fingers, he opened it and looked inside. His breath was caught on his throat when the first thing he saw was a photo of him and his mother, the first day they moved into their house in Lexington.

A few tears streamed down his face but he quickly wiped them, folding the photo and setting it inside his back pocket. He turned back to the backpack and saw that it was also filled with clothing, women's clothing.

He took a deep breath as he took out each and every one of them. By just looking at them, he could remember the exact time she wore it. His first day at school, his birthday, the first day she went to work and so on.

The memories with his mom were so recent, the look on her face before she left to work and how she stared at everyone of his features. Jimin cried as he clinged on one of her shirts. "M-Mom. . ." He stood that way for a couple moments until he once again looked into the backpack.