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⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 – 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Ⰶ║ April 20 2020. Na Jaemin ║Ⰶ

Jaemin did not recall falling asleep in his medical lab lecture room. As far as he knew, he had fallen asleep studying in his dorm room. So you can imagine his surprise when he wakes up right under a broken window and in his dark classroom with no other person in sight.

Standing, Jaemin adjusts his glasses and stares out the window. It was raining. Hard. And through the thick fog, he could just barely see his dorm building, which seemed quite abandoned; along with every other building at his college. What on earth was going on? Jaemin walks towards the hallway, peering down it left and right.

He smiles when he sees a body on the ground. "Hey!" But there was no response. He runs up to it and almost gags at the stench it had. The person's face was rotting away, and so disfigured that he couldn't recognize them at all. "What happened here?" He turns around and sees another body leaning against a window. "Hey, are you alive?" But that person was so mutated he already knew they were dead before he was even 6 feet away.

Turning in circles, Jaemin begins to shake. "Hello? Anyone!?" The rain was only getting louder, suffocating him. "Please!" But there was no answer. No sign that anyone else was alive. Jaemin couldn't stay here, the smell of rotting bodies and the darkness closing it made him run back to his dorm. The thunder shook him, and the wind blew him from his path but still made it to the fourth floor where his dorm room sat. He opens the door and widened his eyes at his window, the glass was gone, shattered across his bed.

There was nothing much left in his room, most of it had fallen out the window, plus his phone wasn't working. He groans in annoyance but puts it in his pocket anyways. Jaemin gets on his knees, searching under his bed for his old, leather-bound satchel. He knew he couldn't stay on the college grounds forever, especially if there were other people out there who were injured. So he told himself that he would take the essentials: medical supplies from the classrooms and lecture halls, canned food and preserves, extra underwear, and water bottles.

Smiling when his hand grabs the straps of the bag, Jaemin dashes out of his room and back towards the medical branch of his school. All those dreams of being a doctor really paid off in times like this. Jaemin hurries into his classroom, grabbing scalpels, rum (for anaesthetica), cloth, ace bandages, bandaids and a couple other tools he might need.

Jaemin sighs and takes a moment to breath. And then he coughed. There was definitely something in the air, and by how his lungs are feeling, it wasn't good.

Jaemin puts a medical mask over his face, incase whatever was in the air was deadly. "Jesus Christ, what on earth happened here..." But still, he got no answer. As far as Jaemin knew, he could be the only person left. The final survivor. "No Jaemin, don't think like that. If you survived, then theirs a good fucking chance that others did to. Don't lose hope."

Jaemin exits his school gates and doesn't look back, if there was someone else out there who needed his help, then by god he would help them. Because as a medical student, that's what Na Jaemin does best.

⋘ Tʀᴀɴsᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴇʀʀᴏʀ. Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ. ⋙