⌗ IMPRISONED ™ 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀!

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my eyes were almost blinded by the light shining straight into my pupils. i tried getting up but i was unable to. i saw that my hands where tied and was restrained in a chair.

" wooyoung.... yeosang... guys?," i whispered, keeping the volume down.

i struggled to get out and managed to pry myself out of the ropes that were probably tightening my wrist which turned pale purple.
i soon heard some noises from some corner of the room, curiousity hits and i went towards noise. its another room, with glass walls and glowed yellow lights. now it time to say, "curiousity kills the cat."

san was strapped onto a dentist like car and he was wriggling his way out looking like a helpless creature, he screamed i assume since it was probably a sound proof room. no matter what, there no use as nothing work and san being him, was desperate which brought more determination to rush in. after minutes of struggling, a person came from a door and went towards san to slap his face.

angry and furious san was kicking the person hard, well he tried. the person was wearing a surgical outfit, like he was starting some procedure on san. this only got me more afraid and wanting to enter to safe him even if i knew it was a risk. i was too scared to even move an inch, eventually it was too late to even get started. the 'surgeon' exposes sans neck and stab a syringe into him, san who was struggling before was now falling into unconsiousness. was he dead? is he really gone? and also, who was that guy?

as my eyes followed the guy exiting the room, i feel a kick to my ribs and it made me jolt.

" _______, is that you?" his voice puts you in a relief.

i leaned against a wall and held my breathe, afraid of whats coming next as i might be his next target.

“ _______, take deep breathes, its me yeosang,” he said as he tried grabbing my hand to lift me up, his face barely seen behind the dim lights.

" did you see that?" i asked, taking deep breathes to calm myself down.

" yeah, i think placed san in a very strong anesthesia so he's probably gonna be in a coma for like a few hours or so. so if you'd be an angel and help me get out of this ropes," said yeosang as i untied him.

" that shit probably clotted my veins. i think i last saw wooyoung on the torture bed now quick," yeosang dragged me along, grip unexpectedly strong despite his wrist having a purple line dented on it.

there we saw wooyoung who was in a panicked state. but yet he wasnt struggling as much as san did. wooyoung looked pale and traumatised by something. we tried getting the loud wooyoung back but he wouldnt budge. he stared staring into the corner of the room like there was something shocking he saw. he started mumbling something, it sounded some chanting or it was just pure gibberish. his actions slowly evaluating and it scared the hell of both of us. freak no, not wooyoung too.

" shit, wooyoungs hallucinating," yeosang said as he picked up a cup of prescribed drugs from the table near him.

" well theres no use of letting him go now, i mean hes a beast now," i looked at wooyoung, laughing his lungs out and screaming.

we quickly moved to another spot where it was dark. there was sounds of muffles which probably belongs to seonghwa and was blindfolded for some reason. once yeosang was done undoing blind fold and cloth, seonghwa whinced in pain as he saw the light and started shielding himself. he closes his eyes shut and didnt say a single thing, even if we told to. no way it got to seonghwa, it cant be. it was such a pity to see him in this way and honestly, its a pity that we're in this situation. soon, seonghwa started stuttering.

" yeosangss, if you hear me, sorry. sorry that he got me first and i couldnt save you, im sorry to ______ for not saving her in time. im turning into one, i wont be here anymore, take care of yourself will you?," seonghwa then hugged himself and started growling.

i could see that yeosang really treated him like an actual brother through his teary eyes. the feeling was mutual, yeosang hated for this to happen and wish to be dead already. i grabbed yeosang and left zombie seonghwa banging on the metal door.

yeosang broke down onto the ground and started crying awfully. it wasnt like him, e niether was zombied nor drugged, he wasnt the sweet yeosang i know of.

they're all gone. only me and yeosang, alone to fight through this. we got out and i counted the ones dead, something was odd.

" we lost only 6, excluding us, wheres the other two?" i asked yeosang, he sit up and face turn to me, looking cold with puffy eyes.

" hongjoong hyung and junyoung is left- we gotta find them, i recall seeing them going put a few minutes ago," yeosang wiped his tears and slowly got up, it seem like his determination was back.

first stop was an empty office, then the basement and yet no one was there. i stayed with yeosang so that we wont get lost and we head to our last stop, the file room. the room was quite dimmed as usual but there was a distinctive figure near that area. we looked closer and saw the both of them, our weight was lifted off our shoulders. we then greeted them.

" stay back! " shouted hongjoong, as he pulled out a gun towards my face.

" hyung chill, its just ________," yeosang puts hongjoongs gun down.

" what are you doing in this room?"

" i was about to ask the same thing," said hongjoong, a puzzle look plastered on his face.

" i was looking through these files and possibly, find the mafais weakness," he continued.

we all agreed and help him out with finding the file. it probably took minutes going through drawers of files so i took a break to make a phone call back to my colleague. i bit my lip as i balled my hand into a fist as the phone what ringing through my ears. finally, he picked up.

" mark where the f*** are you?"

" coming now meet me at the rooftop and make sure the rooftop door is locked," he said, barely hearing him through the gust of wind.

i ended the call and met up with the boys again. they looked tired, lethargic and had a face that someone havent slept in days, which was kind of true. thinking about it, they would kill each other to safe others and i mean this boys. we lost almost all of us now, just so we could survive and continue without them. we should have stayed in the apartment was probably the right choice to do, but the regret in me says there was no use anyway since we are gonna die if it takes hours. yeosang probably saw the pitiness covered on my face so he patted my back and held my hand, squeezing it tightly.