SICK (BTS X Reader)
cookiekoya
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- Parts 37
"JUST FUCKING DRIVE JIN! We don't have time for this bullshit!" Yera screamed as she held her gun up against the roof of the vehicle, shooting blindly at whatever was crawling on top of it. The corpse slid off the roof and dropped dead onto the floor, she lowered her gun, caution radiating off her body.
'I thought surviving a deadly outbreak meant rationing food, scavenging supplies, and, you know, not dying...
Well, we didn't plan to stick together. We weren't friends, not really. But when our world cracked open and survival became the only thing that mattered, we ended up here - eight strangers bound by chaos. Now it's blood, near-death brushes, and bickering over chips. It's messy. Loud. But somehow... it's starting to feel like home. And oddly enough I wouldn't have it any other way.'
〔WARNING〕: Readers must be above at least 13yrs to read this (if I catch one of y'all *inhales deeply*)
: Foul words (swearing is inevitable when one is in an apocalypse)
: Violence
: Gore