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both jeon and taehyung are pressed against the wall next to the only door that would grant them their freedom. the only problem was that zombies were outside and the students and staff that hadn't ran for shelter were being EATEN alive. taehyung's heart was beating so fast he could hear it. out of all the situations that could've caused the end of the world, it just had to be a zombie plague. he wasn't a survival type of guy, no matter how much bear grylls taught him, he stood no chance.
"ok, on the count of three we're running as fast as we can to the other side of the camp. got it?" jeon whispers hurriedly, clutching the baseball bat close to him.
taehyung realizes he's defenseless, slow, and has the stamina of an elderly person. fuck. nevertheless, he nods and awaits whatever his destiny is. gosh, why couldn't i die of old age in one of my yachts next to jake gyllenhaal and a bottle of champagne? the door opens and they scurry as fast as their legs let them, not looking back at the gruesome scenery.
taehyung is already running out of air, but he's a good thirty meters behind jeon, he can't stop. he hears shuffling behind him and the low groan of hungry flesh eaters. his basic instinct of survival kicks in and he's speeding up despite the burning in his lungs and chest. his vision is blurring, but he can still make out the buff figure of jeon. unfortunately for him, a twig appears out of nowhere and his foot kicks it, sending him hurdling forward. a yelp of pain leaves his dried out lips as he feels a surging fire in his ankle. no, no, no, get up!
the brunette wants to cry, out of pain and fear. where was jeon? he has lost him, he can't see nothing but trees and terrace. it's not like he can call out to him, he'd be luring in the zombies. he struggles to get back up and put pressure on his ankle, but that doesn't stop him from speed limping straight forward. please don't leave, don't leave me. . .
it feels like an eternity looking for jeon, and he's growing frustrated. little tears slip out of the corners of his eyes as he stops to catch his breath. a tree serves him as an arm rest, so he looks around before settling down and pulling the bottom of his slacks up, inspecting his now swollen ankle. no bones seemed to be out place, but there was an immense throbbing that he could visibly see. the skin has started to turn a nasty shade of purple— he stops looking at it before he passes out.
he wipes away the blood from the minor cuts on his arms, standing up again and continuing his journey into the vast unknown. he doesn't see any visible zombies, "jeon?"
no answer. the bastard probably left without him, of course he would. why would he want to carry around dead weight? plus, taehyung is sure jeon would rather see him get eaten then have to help him reach civilization. but he's scared, and if jeon is the closest form of security he has, he'll take it.
"kim, why the hell did you stay behind?" an annoyed voice comes from his left, and all sorts of happiness come back to him. oh thank you god!
he tries to stand up as fast as possible, but he winces in pain once he takes the first step forward. jeon notices, walking towards him and wrapping his arm underneath his armpits. "you ok? n-not that i care but i don't want you to slow me down."
"it's swollen, i think i sprained it," taehyung answers, putting his weight onto the raven, who slowly walks forward with him.
he hums in response, looking back and forth, side to side for any sign of the infected. when he sees there's none, he removes his arm from under taehyung and faces away from him. taehyung frowns.
"get on, i'll carry you."
he doesn't know why, but he can see the tips of jeon's ears turn a bright shade of red.
a/n: this is the fastest i've ever written a chapter jssjsk i'm: proud. 💖🥳🤠🤪🤡 do you wanna see anything specific during their little survival adventure? ;)
