DEATHDAYS - a BTS OT7 post-apocalypse au

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Two weeks later.

Jimin was running as fast as his legs could take him.

Around thick trees, over rocks and boulders and fallen trunks, his bare feet crunched against the dead leaves that covered the forest floor, and he panted, barely feeling the pain as cuts were made on the soles of his feet. Rocks buried deep into his skin, but he kept running, he raced past branches and pushed himself to go faster.

He knew he would be no match for the dogs. But he ran anyway.

He had to get out of here, he had to get away.

The voices were drawing closer, closer, and Jimin sprinted faster, faster. His heart was thumping in his ears, and he could hear the rush of his blood. He stopped abruptly at a tree, his hollow stomach aching with side stitches and old bruises, and Jimin swallowed down air as quick as his lungs would allow.

A sudden bark made his head snap back. They were getting closer. Jimin wiped at the tears that had sprung to his eyes out of panic and fear, and he began to run again.

He felt his body could collapse, but he drove himself harder.

You are always capable of going further than you would ever expect. Push yourself harder, you can bend more than you think.

Jimin tripped and fell with a cry. The rocks cut into his hands, and he felt them scrape against his body as he skidded to a stop. Hurriedly, he pulled himself up again.

Finally, he broke through the trees.

There was the wreckage of the city that had once been here, where the trees grew now. Tall buildings half collapsed, probably torn apart by the hurricanes that used to rain down on the world with no mercy at all.

Jimin raced for them, climbing through a window into a building that had fallen down on its side, now laying flat across the shattered concrete.

It was a mess of glass inside. Broken desks and office chairs lay scattered on what had once been the side wall of the room. Jimin clambered over them, heartbeat stuttering when he heard shouts back at the brink of the forest. There came the calls of the dogs that were running him down, and so Jimin finally made it to the other side of the room, pushing himself through a broken window that caught on his skin and clothes, and falling out of it to the husk of a car many feet below. He slipped from the yellow painted hood, and he took off running again. He forced his way through the doors of a tall building that actually stood tall, and inside, past the broken down elevators, he found the stairs past a white door.

He ran up, up, up another floor. He felt sweat dripping down his temple, and his throat felt tight as he continued to climb. Up, and up, he felt the rocks and glass now, but up he went, before he broke through the door of a floor near the top.

Down a dark hallway with torn carpet, around the corner, through another door. It had been a corner office. Jimin rushed to push all the furniture in the room against the door, he panted as he shoved the heavy desk, and then he stacked the chairs on top. The empty bookshelf went next, and then he was leaning against one of the somehow uncracked windows to see a sight that made his heart leap into his throat.

He could see those that had been chasing him through the forest. They had gotten past the fallen building already, and now the dogs were running ahead of them, barking wildly. Jimin's breath hitched as they got closer, and he ducked down out of sight.

Hurriedly, he searched the floors for anything small, anything heavy, disregarding a cracked picture frame that held a picture of a small family. A stapler? No, that wasn't nearly heavy enough. Hurry, Jimin, hurry--