Mythical Short Stories 방탄소년단 PART 2

[| Taehyung |]

[|Infected|TaeJoon|]

"I'm a scientist. Not a doctor."

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"SHIT!" Taehyung yells out as he pushes another undead zombie away from him. He bleeds and his clothes are ripped in every way.

His partner, Namjoon, quickly throws him an axe, which the younger immediately starts to use to chop the zombie's heads in half.

Blood and rotten brain matter splatter everywhere, covering the two humans as they fight for their life. Quite literally.

They once were with a group. A group of an assassin, pharmacist, doctor, a mere citizen, a scientist, a teacher and a model.

The only ones left... The model and scientist.

They left the group for a hunt that night, completely forgetting about the situation. Before they knew it, they were caught stuck in a wave of the undead, begging to claw an gnaw at their flesh.

"Did they multiply or something?!" The younger yells in frustration. "This was scarier before a hoard came in our way!"

"You're easy to talk!" Namjoon yells back. "I have no idea how to fight these things! All I'm doing is cutting them in half and hope I stay healthy from their DNA infections bites filled with rotten cells that could easily kill my veins!"

"You talk too much!" Taehyung yells. "We have to get out of here. Now!"

"Agreed!" Namjoon squeals.

The two quickly slice an opening between them, and just as Namjoon is running away, Taehyung screams out in pain.

He looks back, horrified when a sees a zombie part his disgusting crooked teeth from his hand. Taehyung shakes in fear. He's terrified.

He quickly makes a run for it, hiding his wound with his glove. He quickly catches up with the scientist, hoping he doesn't want to do another examination.

They make it into an abandoned warehouse, the pressure too much to be thinking about any examinations. Taehyung lets out a sigh of relief as he drops the axe.

Namjoon, however, is panicking out of his bloodied skin. "Shit, shit, shit, shit... Seokjin and Hoseok are out there! We can't have our doctor and pharmacist die!"

"Relax." Taehyung pants. "They'll be fine as long as they're quiet." He says softly.

A soft breeze flows through the old warehouse, giving it an already creepier vibe than it is. The floor creeks as Namjoon slowly steps further into the building, his hands shaking in fear.

Something drips from the ceiling and strange choked growling noises echo through the warehouse.

Taehyung slowly looks up, almost screaming at the sight.

"H-hyung..." He whimpers.

"Yes?"

"Look... Look up." Taehyung gulps.

When Namjoon looks up, his face whites and he clamps his hands in front of his mouth to stop himself from screaming.

The zombie that hangs from the ceiling is hungrily staring at them, both eyes almost hanging out of their sockets, the side of his jaw showing as the ripped off skin almost falls down. His brain is exposed for a small part, but enough to scare the humans.

He's lost two fingers and his body is impaled by a spike that keeps him from falling down. What's even worse... Is that they know this zombie.

The white hair has been stained with blood, scratches and wounds over his body as dead claw marks on his skin represent his turn. He grins brokenly, growling something at them in a broken Korean that neither of them can hear from where they stand.