The burning of countless gazes scorched the back of Amara's neck, and the group's disdain was visible even when she wasn't looking their way.
She had only done what she thought was right.
Haechan was bitten and could have turned at any moment. Even though she had understood why he had told her to keep quiet about it, but she couldn't do it. Especially when it meant putting everyone in danger of losing their lives.
His life was over the second he got bitten by the zombie. There was nothing he, or anyone else, could have done to save him. And that was the sad truth of it all.
She remembered back to when they had dragged him up the metal stairs and pushed him past the yellowed caution tape at the top. After that, they had disappeared from view, and all that they could hear was Haechan's pleas as they supposedly locked him into a room.
Aside from Haechan's voice, there were other ones. They were indecipherable; however, Amara and Namjoon could hear them.
Were there other bitten hidden up there? Or people that they hadn't met yet? If that was the case, then it was a mystery why they hadn't seen them or heard the others mention them.
There just wasn't something right about it, and Amara had a feeling that their situation was going to take a turn for the worst.
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Her eyelids fluttered open, but darkness still stretched out before her. A piece of dirty cloth had been wrapped about her head, obscuring her vision, and another one was placed in her mouth. Saliva coated the fabric and dribbled down her chin.
Fear won out over her embarrassment, and she struggled against the chains that bound her wrists.
She had a feeling that she was dangling above the ground and that someone had tied her to something high up. Perhaps it was the beams of the warehouse, but there was no way for her to know for sure.
Then a thought struck her... What about the others? Were they in the same predicament as her?
"Ah, so you're awake? Good, we can get started then." A loud clap brought her back to reality, and she recognised the voice instantly.
It was Johnny; he was from Taeyong's group, and it was plain to see that he felt hatred towards Amara and the members of Bts.
Blood filled her mouth when something slashed the cloth placed there, and a cut now stretched from the corner of her lips to her cheek. A scream escaped her, and tears began to flow freely. She had never felt pain like this before.
"Oh c' mon Amara, that wasn't that bad. At least you weren't eaten by one of those things." Johnny rolled his eyes and tore the cloth from her eyes next. His own angry ones met with hers, and he brandished the bloodied knife at her. "You still have your life, unlike Haechan, who you sentenced to death."
"He was bitten!" She protested and found that it was now difficult to speak, with her lip slashed. "I couldn't just leave him and risk everyone dying here."
Her head snapped to the side when his palm came into contact with her cheek.
"You understand nothing! Haechan was still one of us; he hadn't turned yet. There was still time to save him!"
"Who was the one who dragged him up the stairs and locked him up? That wasn't me, that was you guys," she argued back. "I'm not wholly to blame."
"Tell that to Haechan." Johnny sneered and pulled on a rope. A shadowed figure was slowly revealed as they came into the light.
Amara exclaimed, "have you gone completely crazy?"
Clouded eyes rolled about in their sockets, a slack mouth showed off the broken teeth inside, and growls emitted from a throat stripped of flesh. The rope around their neck unravelled, and the person lunged at the still suspended girl, barely missing her feet.
Amara lifted her feet up and kept them as far away from the zombified Haechan as best she could.
Her bad feeling had been right. Now, how was she going to get out of this?
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