Musen 11 ✔

Chapter Five:

After they'd cleaned up, they began loading what was left of the supplies into the SUV. They packed clothes, food and water and all that remained of the firearms Dong-in had in his cube sized weaponry chamber. It took at least four hours so it was a few minutes past eight when they were done, the sun shining under the canopy.

Minho's wound had been disinfected. It was more or less a small scratch and he didn't seem to be showing any symptoms as it had been four hours since it happened and he would've turned in thirty minutes, anyway. For that, they all breathed a huge sigh of relief.

As Dong-in and Sonya went to grab the rest of the things, he suddenly heard her curse and groan at the same time. He whirred around to stare at her.

"Something wrong?"

Sonya bit her lip and clutched her stomach. "My tummy's been hurting for a couple hours now,"

He stepped closer to touch her forehead. "You don't seem to have a fever. I'll get you some medicine,"

As he made his way over to the medicine cabinet to grab the kit which was actually the last thing they'd come down to collect, he heard Sonya curse loudly. He rushed back to see her not only clutching her stomach but looking down at her pants. Well, his, but that hardly mattered. He couldn't see what she was staring at because of the dark material of the sweatpants but she looked up at him with guilty eyes nonetheless.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dong-in," her bottom lip wobbled. "My period started,"

Dong-in's eyes widened. They didn't have any sanitary pads or the necessary material for periods. But she needed something to soak up the blood, or else the Hosts would smell it on her pants. She also needed something for the stomach ache.

"How long does it usually last?" He asked her.

"Five days,"

Dong-in told her he'd be right back and headed inside. He grabbed two thick cotton sweaters and scissors. He then laid it on the kitchen counter and cut them into medium sized strips. He found a nylon and wrapped most of them - about fifteen or so strips and then he handed her one. Sonya looked at him in confusion.

"This should soak up the blood," he said. "Go take a shower, I'll bring you new clothes from the car. You can use the rest daily. I'll give you the medicine when you're out,"

Sonya's eyes widened and her bottom lip quivered even more. She jumped into Dong-in's arms and sobbed into his chest.

"Thank you, Mr. Dong-in! This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me!"

He hadn't the heart to tell her to just call him Dong-in. Besides, he suspected she wouldn't agree and he sort of loved that she was the only one to call him Mr. Dong-in as opposed to the others who spared the formality.

He simply smiled and ruffled her hair. "Don't sweat it. I'll bring the clothes, go wash up,"

She skipped into the bathroom while he went back up into the car to grab a fresh pair of clothes whilst explaining to the rest of the guys why they were taking more time than usual. Except for stray furniture here and there, Dong-in's bunker looked particularly empty, abandoned even. They'd loaded everything into the trunk. Clothes, supplies, ammo, essentials and the like. Seokjin had informed them that Building 63 was in the heart of the city and since their currently were at the somewhat bottom, it would be a long journey to get there.

Plus the whole fighting off a hoard of Hosts and struggling to stay alive on the side. They had their work set out for them. Once Sonya had come out again, they all took their former positions of lap sitting and they were on the road.

Dong-in didn't forget to turn off all the lights, lock the door and pin the canopy. Back up plan, he had said. They didn't need to ask to know what that meant. The car was silent as they drove out of the place they'd called home for the past seven days and back on to the decrepit streets.

Most of them had tinkered on the idea of actually returning to their real homes to meet meet heir families but somehow they knew that idea was merely a mirage. They're family were most likely Hosts. With the help of Namjoon phone, they'd each tried to contact the ones they loved all to no avail. Somehow they knew. It wasn't ideal for their families to still be alive.

However, Namjoon still had a little hope. Hope that his sister was alive and that he would find her. From beside Seokjin in the passengers seat, Minho let out a wracking cough and then the rolled down the window to spit phlegm out unto the street.

Seokjin turned to look at him and asked in a whisper. "Are you okay?"

Minho nodder his head but his face told a different story. He looked exhausted, his bright pale skin was slowly turning a sickly yellow colour and his eyes drooped into slits.

Another cough left his lips. It was so loud it sounded like his hurt his chest. Seokjin struggled to move so he could rub his back.

"Thanks," Minho muttered in a sand papery rough voice.

Seokjin raised his brows in concern. "Dong-in, do we have any fever medicine?"

Concentrated on driving, Dong-in nodded. "It's in the kit. Check in the flap behind your seat,"

Seokjin asked Namjoon to pass the kit and he grabbed a couple of pills and water from the cup holder in the front. He handed the drugs to Minho and helped the frail and weak boy take them.

"Is he okay?" Sonya asked when she heard Minho cough and sneeze for the third time that minute.

Seokjin shook his head. "I think he's coming down with something."

"Sorry, Minho," Hoseok said, everyone echoing his words.

Minho flashed them a weak smile and once again, in a gruff voice, muttered his thanks.

Dong-in glanced at him and flashed him a soft, toothy smile. "Hang in there, Kiddo,"

The drove in silence after that with Seokjin running Minho's back softly and Minho, when deep ragged breaths weren't leaving his lips, coughing and sneezing painfully.

It was once again a silent ride. Namjoon and Taehyung had dosed off, Hoseok was lowly singing a soothing song and everyone else just focused on the road ahead of them. They hadn't driven too far when they came across an interception in the middle of the road. As their car rolled to a stop, so did two men and a woman come out, guns in hand.

Dong-in cursed.

"What is it, Mr. Dong-in? Who're they?"

"Looters," Dong-in said.

They'd watched too many apocalypse to not know who these people were. Yoongi peeked out the front windshield window and eyed guns in their hands. Somehow, he knew these people would not be afraid to use it.

"Uh guys, we have a problem," Seokjin announced, looking over at Minho with fear in his eyes.

The brown haired boy was passed out, skin a sickly yellow and lips tinging blue. He didn't seem to be breathing but they could see his chest slowly rising and falling. However, that wasn't the problem.

His nose. It was bleeding.

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lmaooo queen of cliffhangers. it's a twenty chapter book so i'm trying to cover everything. sorry if we're going too fast. p.s looters are those people in apocalypses who steal your supplies and what not. love you ! x KJ.