Musen 11 ✔

Chapter Twelve:

"So we're running low on supplies,"

Dong-in brought up the topic the next day when he'd noticed Fei had fallen asleep in the car. They had been driving for no less that three hours and they had thankfully not encountered much trouble other than a few Hosts here and there that were quickly run over or avoided. They were severely backwards with the trip, due to all that held them back. What was supposed to be a ten hour journey had slowly progressed to a few days. The team gave signs of listening so Dong-in sighed and went on.

"We're going to need to go on a supply run soon because with the way everything's going, what we have might not last us until we get to Building 63. Also, the gas in the car is running low. I sucked from the generator before we left but it's only a matter of time now," he dropped the bomb very quickly, eyes fixated on the road so as not to gauge their reactions.

"I understand the supply run," Taehyung said. "But where are we gonna get some gas?"

"Yeah, I don't expect gas stations to be up and running," Jimin inputted, biting his lips worriedly.

"Food's not exactly a rampant commodity either," Namjoon reminded the group, constantly checking on his phone that was plugged to the smoke sachet of the car.

"So basically we're all screwed," Cha Won spoke up for the first time since the night before.

"Don't think like that," Jungkook said. "There are thousands of convenience stores and gas stations in Seoul, surely not all of them have been raided,"

"You're right!" Yoongi spoke, seeing the reason in the boy's words, eyes lighting up as an idea reared its head. "Namjoon, check out any gas station near us. They usually have convenience stores, right?"

Namjoon furrowed his brows and glanced at his phone. "There's no signal, though,"

Yoongi nodded with a smile, "Google Maps is offline,"

With bright eyes and an even brighter smile and hope, Namjoon hastily grabbed his phone and began tapping furiously. Everyone eyed him expectantly, a little on edge. He looked up at them.

"Gas station, two miles!"

Everyone hollered. Two miles was nothing, they could each walk there if they so wished. But then again, they could encounter some problems on the road so they didn't really want to jinx it. Namjoon set up the GPS and they began their journey to the gas station.

It was a very short one - well, relatively, compared to all the others. They split up. Seokjin took the wheel, Taehyung got in shot gun and Cha Won and Jimin stayed behind. They left the car doors open while the remaining three were sent inside to gather whatever supplies were left.

Hoseok and Jungkook maneuvered around the petrol stations, checking to see of it still worked. Thankfully it did, even with the meter being encased in dust and they filled up the tank and poured some left over into an empty jerrican before the gas began to choke up and pour out some black indiscernible liquid. And then they waited.

Inside of the store was thrashed almost beyond repair. The lighting and all other electronics were down and the sun barely penetrated the dark windows so they were left with using flashlights as the only source of illumination. Weapons drawn, Dong-in with a shot gun, Yoongi a barrel gun and Namjoon a pistol. They'd agreed to only ever use it if absolutely necessary.

The shelves were upturned and so was the counter with to cash register open and empty. Namjoon rolled his eyes thinking of people dumb enough to go for money in the middle of a pandemics, something with absolutely no value. They carefully snuck around, past the cans and other discarded items and into the back of the store. The dusty door was secured with a lock that Dong-in was able to break loose with an iron rod from one of the shelves.