Rigor Mortis
; Police Officer!Jungkook x Reader
; Genre: Smut, angst, horror, fluff
; Word Count: 28.5k
; Warnings: Horror, gore, violence, zombies, death, character death, implied suicide, penetrative sex, oral sex (female receiving), fingering
; Synopsis: A night out at a bar results in you going home with a young and attractive police officer. But if you think the night was something to remember, that’s nothing compared to waking up to find a zombie outbreak in the city. A chance encounter with Officer Jeon leads to him helping you escape from the plague infested city.
; A/N: I know this is long, but please give it a chance and reblog if you like it! Let me know what you think as this has taken me 4 months to finally finish! It’s been inspired by Resident Evil, The Walking Dead and other zombie media! I hope you all enjoy it...
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The music of the bar is like a slow and seductive pulse through your veins, vibrating through your body from the floor until you can’t stop your body from gently swaying along to the beat. A long neck beer in your hand is being swung about lazily while your eyes close, head falling back as you hum along to the song underneath the murmur and loudness of the crowd.
It’s some popular tune that’s in the charts now, something that you hear all the time in stores and on the radio. Not your usual fare, but good enough right now when you’re out with your friends and letting your hair down.
A hand on your waist causes you to chuckle, lips spreading in a bright smile as you open them and watch your best friend, Taehyung give you a bright grin.
“Someone’s having fun, are you drunk already?” He asks, wiggling his brows from beneath his honey blonde hair. It’s almost pin straight right now, looking unbelievably fine and you get the urge to run your fingers through it. You don’t though, because boundaries and all that.
“No, I’m not. This is my first beer thank you very much. I’m just enjoying the moment.” You give him a smile before pressing your finger against his chest and making him move back. Chaeyoung is sat on a bar stool as you approach, hopping up onto the creaking leather besides her and waving for a second one from the bartender.
“Not to get your hopes up, but there’s a ridiculously hot guy over there who’s been checking you out.” She points down the bar slyly, causing you to glance over and get a look at the man who’s apparently been eyeing you up.
The quick glance isn’t good enough for you when you catch sight of him though, and instead you give him your full attention. Looking him up and down, you bite your lip in appreciation before turning to Chaeyoung.
“Hell yeah he is, and I’m going to go over there.” You say with a smirk, taking the new bottle given to you with a thanks. Chaeyoung and Taehyung give you a resounding send off, cheering loudly for your luck while you stride over to your admirer with a smile.
His eyes widen as you approach, the corner of his mouth kicking up at your boldness and you sit on the stool next to him. Handing him the new beer you’d gotten, you take a swig of what’s left of your own before placing it on the counter and running your finger along the rim slowly.
As you expected, the movement catches his eye and he watches with an almost hungry look. While he does so, you take the time to properly look him over now that you’re up close. He looks to be well built from the broadness of his shoulders and the thickness of his biceps, looking delightful from underneath his worn and fraying Queen shirt.
That thought is confirmed when you glance down to his thighs, your eyes widening slightly as you take in the sheer size of them as they’re wrapped in skin tight black jeans, rips on his knees letting you get glimpses of his golden skin while also giving tantalising hints of the muscle that strains the denim.
His dark hair is elegantly swept from his forehead, a slightly wet look that’s popular with guys nowadays causing a few strands to fall away from the rest and you get the urge to reach up and move them away from him. His hairstyle also lets you see his strong brows and the sharp cut of his jaw gives him an unbelievably masculine look that has you clenching your thighs suddenly.
He’s a man who just seems to radiate pure sensuality and sex, causing you to wonder if perhaps this will be the guy you try and take home tonight. You’re pretty certain he knows what he’s doing in bed, or you at least hope that someone who looks at godly as this knows his way around a woman.
His eyes are the only thing that don’t quite match, as once he looks away from your fingers then they suddenly turn from pure seduction into an innocence you’ve never seen in a person before. It’s like he de-ages years in front of you, causing you to smile inadvertently.
“You’re cute.” The words slip from you without you meaning to, but you refuse to feel embarrassed about it because he really does. Even though the rest of his body looks like he could bench press you and not even break a sweat, his eyes tell you that he just wants to be coddled and loved.
You kind of want to do both at the same time, even if that’s completely impractical.
Either way, your attraction to him has only increased and he’s not even spoken a word to you. That takes some special talent, causing you to bite your lip to try and stop the smile as his soft looking lips fall open in surprise at your boldness before he’s letting out a snort of a laugh.
“Wow...you are...something. I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman just walk up to me before in a bar.” He smiles, running his fingers along his lower lip and you grin back at him, resting an elbow on the bar while your chin rests on your hand.
“Yeah, well I don’t normally do it but I couldn’t just sit there when you were here. I know you’ve been checking me out, my friend told me and you’ve not exactly told me to leave so I’m presuming I’ve got a good chance right? You’re pretty hot so I don’t mind the staring and it’s the 21st century so women can pursue men they like too, right?” You test him, raising an eyebrow and waiting for his response.
His eyes widen ever so slightly before his lips split again, revealing a set of white teeth as he reaches for the bottle you’d brought and takes a healthy swig. Tipping the neck towards you, he looks down as he shakes his head and lets out a breathy laugh.
“That it is. And you’re right, I totally was. To use your boldness...you were very beautiful out there dancing. Looked like you didn’t care about a thing, it was nice. And I do appreciate this confidence...it’s attractive.” You smirk before leaning back slightly, letting him get a good look over you.
“So...what’s your name and what do you do? You know, the usual spiel.” You ask, letting your bottle dangle from your fingertips lazily. He leans back too, obviously comfortable with you already and it makes you feel good.
“You work quick huh? I would’ve thought that you’d be asking me to take you back already given how bold you’ve already been.” The mystery man teases lightly and you like him even more, unsure as to why you feel such a magnetic attraction to him already.
“Yeah well, if I see something I like then I go for it. No point in wasting time right? But I’ve got your attention, you’ve got mine. I don’t see any reason to rush anything at the moment, the nights still young and I want to find out more about you. Despite my boldness, I don’t just sleep with people whose name I don’t even know.” He gives a nod that you feel is almost approving, causing you to smile in response.
“Jeon Jungkook. I’m a police officer. You?” Oh, suddenly you’re imaging him in the uniform that the Kennedy City police wear and you feel even hotter. Would he be into a roleplay with that? Or would it be too weird?
Either way, you tell him your name and that you’re a psychologist in training. You’d only finished your masters degree a year ago but you still had more qualifications to get before you would finally get to your dream role. It was on the way though, and you were beyond happy that your career path was already getting set in stone.
Jungkook listens to you talk about your job and future aspirations with complete interest, an intense look on his face as he pays attention to your every word. Unlike most guys who feign interest to get into your pants, he genuinely looks like he’s interested in what you’ve got to say and it makes your stomach flutter slightly.
After ten minutes of you rambling on, you suddenly realise that you’ve not really talked about him much and gesture for him to explain why he became a police officer. It’s an easy topic to get into it, and you find it often reveals a lot about people when they talk about why they took on their job. He goes almost bashful though, his cheeks reddening under the crappy bar lighting and you almost coo at how cute he looks.
“There were some guys in my neighbourhood that I kind of looked up to when I was younger. They joined the police and it became a goal of mine too.” Humming lightly, you let your fingers tap on the bar rhythmically.
“Is it actually something you enjoy though? Doing things because of other people doesn’t always work out.” He pauses for a moment before smiling, head nodding slightly before gently taking the bottle out of your hand.
“I love it. Honestly, it’s about being part of something bigger and protecting people. Some people don’t have a lot of hope, so if I can give them at least something then it’s a win for me. Might sound like I’m being stupidly noble.” He looks a little self conscious then, causing you to grin.
“No...it’s nice to hear someone optimistic for once. Someone who doesn’t just do their job because they have to and nothing else.” Jungkook gives a little smile then before looking down at his hands, obviously nervous about something and you watch as he rubs the back of his neck.
“People like that have a point too though. We all gotta survive right?” You’re about to respond when someone suddenly knocks into you harshly, causing you to almost land in Jungkook’s lap. His eyes widen in shock and he looks over at the culprit as you let out an angry yell, beer sloshing over your front from his bottle and causing your shirt to darken.
“Hey! Asshole!” The guy who hit you slurs something out, his eyes looking glazed over while he bounces off someone else in the bar. He’s holding his stomach and you grimace when he suddenly vomits violently onto the floor.
Almost immediately there’s a gap around him as everyone tries to evacuate the splash zone and you push yourself into Jungkook further, grossed out. Looking at him, he’s watching the guy warily before he glances back at you with a raised brow.
“Want to get out of here before we get someone else vomit on us?” You can hear the suggestion in his voice, and you’d laugh at it normally given the incredibly unsexy sight you’d just witnessed. But the darkening look in his eyes has you almost shivering in delight as you nod, letting him take your hand and direct you around the puddle of vomit.
Glancing back, you look at both Taehyung and Chaeyoung who are sat at the bar and watching the drunkard with unhindered delight. Another drunk near them suddenly throws up as well, causing the bar to erupt in a cacophony of yells as the bar security comes through to dispose of the people who’ve evidently had too much to drink.
Catching Chaeyoung’s eye when she looks over, you give her a smile before pointing at Jungkook and giving a thumbs up. She grins in response and nods, letting you know that she’s clocked him in case anything weird happens.
As you leave the bar, you quickly text her his information just to be double sure. He might say he’s a police officer, but he might also be lying and you can never be too sure. Jungkook doesn’t notice though as he focuses on hailing a cab, arm outstretched in an attempt to catch the attention of one of the passing yellow vehicles.
A deep moan to your right causes you to peer around the corner, the alley that leads past the bar dark and yet even with the crappy light you can see the two figures that are stood against one of the walls. The one not against the wall has their head in the other’s neck and you hear another groan while the others hands flex outstretched towards you, causing your cheeks to heat as you turn away and move back to Jungkook.
“Looks like someone else is getting lucky tonight.” You smirk, head gesturing towards the alley as he peers past you. For a moment, you can practically see the indecision in his eyes as he wonders whether or not to break it up but the arrival of a taxi makes up his mind for him.
“Yeah well, I hope it works out as well for them as it does for us.” He grins before opening the door and letting you slide in first. As the car pulls away, you glance back at the alley and notice they seem to be really going at it, slipping down to the floor slowly.
Silently, you cheer them on for their boldness as there’s no way on earth you’d ever do something like that in such a public area.
Although, as you look over at the handsome man next to you with raised brows and run your eyes over his figure once more, you might make an exception for this one.
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Jungkook’s apartment isn’t too far from the bar and you’re jumpy with anticipation as he leads you through the building, finally coming up to his door which he unlocks with the slightest hesitation. Looking back at you, he gives a nervous smile before shrugging slightly.
“I’m sorry if it’s a little messy, I wasn’t planning on-” You interrupt him by reaching your arms up around his neck as you stand on the tips of your toes to plant a kiss on his lips. He mumbles for a moment incoherently before his arm wraps around your waist, lifting slightly to swing you inside before he kicks the door shut.
Moaning into his mouth at the small show of strength, you let your fingers run through his hair until he’s groaning in response, his hands running down your back until he’s gripping your hips tightly and pressing you against himself.
Already you can feel a slight hardness against your lower stomach, not quite enough to give you a good idea of his size yet but good enough to let you know that you’re probably going to have a good time. Hopefully.
“Christ, your confidence is such a fucking turn on.” He whispers against your lips, rolling his hips against you in a fluid motion that has you panting out loud. Jungkook grins slightly before moving his mouth down your jaw, kissing along the bone before moving down to your sensitive neck and mouthing along the vulnerable skin there.
“I’m not normally like this, I swear.” You gasp out loud, gripping his hair tight as he sucks harshly, the sensation feeling like he has a direction to your pussy as you clench tightly around nothing at the sensation. “God, where’s your bedroom?”
He doesn’t reply to your question, instead just bends down slightly until his hands are gripping at your thighs and pulls. It’s almost as if you weigh nothing to him and it’s beyond sexy, your legs gripping his surprisingly slim waist with ease as he lets his hands move round to your ass, squeezing just enough to make you gasp as he chuckles against your throat.
Jungkook starts to move through his apartment through muscle memory alone, the darkness of the rooms not an issue to him as he lets you fall suddenly. A tiny ‘eep’ leaves your mouth until you’re bouncing on his mattress, the breath knocked from you as you squint when light floods the room from a lamp on his bedside table.
Jungkook is stood next to it, his eyes dark with lust while his pink lips are swollen from your kisses, glistening from his careless mouthing at your neck. He looks like sex incarnate and you let out the tiniest whine as he tugs his shirt over his head, revealing a physique that should be criminal.
Your earlier suspicions are completely correct as the rippling muscle of his abdomen clenches slightly when he unbuttons his jeans, lowering the zip just enough to provide some relief to the erection that’s tenting his pants. A large tattoo covers his left pectoral, the black ink swirling and swooping in an elegant pattern that makes him look all the more attractive.
What is it about tattoos that are sexy sometimes? Especially when paired with even hotter men.
“Jesus christ, you’re fucking hot.” You blurt out, causing him to laugh as his head ducks, the shyness on him even more endearing. He’s literally about to get his dick wet and yet he’s going red when you compliment him on his insanely attractive body.
“So are you.” Snorting, you sit up and tug off your shirt, revealing the black lace bra that you’d put on tonight in the maybe hopes that you’d find someone worthy enough of seeing it. His eyes widen even further at the sight, his pink tongue slipping out to wet his lips further and you feel about 10 feet tall.
“You’ve not seen me yet Jungkook.” You tease him lightly, reaching behind to unhook your bra and letting it fall from your arms in slow movements that have his chest moving harder. His gaze is glued firmly to your breasts, the cool air causing your nipples to peak while his hot look makes them tingle in anticipation.
You have no doubt that his mouth will feel good on you, and you reach out to take his hands and direct them slowly to your chest. He lets out the softest groan as he explores, his touch gentle until you encourage him to be a little harder.
“Come here.” You whisper to him, encouraging him to kneel on the bed as you reach to cup his head, tugging him to you and capturing his lips once more. Mouths clashing almost painfully for a moment, the two of you soon work out a rhythm that has your hips grinding against his as you whine into his mouth.
His fingers play with your chest, stroking along the swell of your breast before they pinch and tug at your nipple almost playfully. You gasp into his mouth as he does so, letting him slide his tongue into your mouth and explore a whole new area as you let him gleefully.
After a few minutes of this, the temperature in the room increasing until you’re almost sweating from his touch that has gone from shy to bold. As he pulls at your nipple once more, you pull away and slip your hands down to your jeans to unbutton them, tugging desperately at the denim.
Jungkook doesn’t move from your mouth as he helps you, shifting his body up and hooking his fingers underneath the band of your jeans and underwear. He finally pulls away from you, kneeling to help you get rid of the tight pants and leave you fully exposed to him.
For a moment, he does nothing but admire your naked body and the sheer admiration in his eyes has you spreading your legs further for him. You’re not normally this bold with a new lover, but the way he looks and touches you makes you feel comfortable with him in a way you don’t normally do.
The appreciation he seem to give as he lets out a shuddering sigh at the sight of the slick wetness between your legs has you wriggling on the bed in anticipation. Eyes flicking up to yours, he maintains a strong eye contact as the palm of his hand slowly runs along the exposed length of your inner thigh until his fingers are gently stroking the edge of your pussy.
You’re so hyper aware of his touch that it has you panting desperately, trying to shift your hips to get his fingers exactly where you want them. It has him smirking slightly as he continues to let his fingers dance away from where you need it every time, a deep chuckle reverberating from his chest and you swear you can feel it against you.
“Do you want something?” He asks innocently, his face as blank as he can try to make it but he can’t hide the slight curve to his lips. You want to curse at him already, point out that this is your first time together and he’s not all that just yet.
But you can’t, because before you even get to say anything he lets two fingers press against your clit and rub in slow, smooth circles. Almost immediately your back is bowing as your head falls back, a moan tugged from your throat as he seems to find the sweet spot on the first touch.
Maybe he is all that.
You don’t get to say anything else though as he continues to stroke at your clit before he lets his fingers slide down, coating them in your wetness and sliding one long finger deep into you. Inner muscles clamp down immediately on the intrusion, the pleasure you feel as he curls that finger against your walls strong and the only thing you can do is let out a pathetic mewl.
Chuckling, he kisses along your thigh before his lips finally meet their goal and he tongues along your pussy slowly, eyes glancing up at you to try and get a gauge on whether he’s doing it right. It’s only through a few slow and delicious strokes of his tongue that he manages to figure out the the spot that makes you pant harder with his tongue and he immediately begins focusing on it with a frightening amount of attention.
Lips sucks and pull while his tongue swirls, licks and plays with your clit, all the while his finger works at your walls insistently until he adds a second in. The stretch is just enough to make you whine, hips bucking against his mouth and you desperately want him inside you properly now.
“Enough, Jungkook enough. Please, just fuck me.” You cry out, pushing at his head as the pleasure in your stomach grows to be too much. Any more and he’ll push you over the edge, letting you free fall into an orgasm that you have no doubt will be delicious.
But you’re not one of those girls who enjoys multiple orgasms so close to each other, and you always prefer an orgasm with proper penetration so you’re desperate for him inside you. He responds immediately, pulling his fingers from you in a slick movement and pushing his jeans and underwear down quickly.
His length bursts free, bouncing slightly in the air and you can already see a bead of clear pre-cum that beads on the tip enticingly. As he shirks off the clothing and reaches over to his nightstand drawer, you grasp his cock in a firm grasp and give him a few strokes that have him panting loudly.
“Fuck, let me put this on.” Jungkook whispers, pushing your hand away to rip open the condom and slide it onto himself. Grasping your wrists in one hand, he presses them above your head when you try and touch him again while he gives you an exasperated look.
His other hand is on his dick, sliding the tip of him along your engorged clit and letting himself roll in the delightful wetness that continually leaks from your pussy until he’s covered in it. Looking at you with a grin, he finally lets the head of him slip into you with an almost painfully slow pace and you let out a guttural whine as he penetrates you.
His fingers weren’t nearly as big as his cock, but you take him easily and enjoy the fullness as his thick length moves into you until he’s finally resting against you, his pubic bone pressed to your clit while his balls lay against your ass. It’s an intimate moment for a few seconds as he hovers over you, his face so close to you that you can feel the hotness of his breath as he takes a few fortifying breaths.
Glancing at you, he raises an eyebrow before shifting his hips slightly to get a better angle and you whimper at the slight movement. “You okay?”
Nodding, you lift up your own hips and your eyes flutter shut as it sends him even deeper, a tingle of pleasure lighting your body up. “Yes, god start moving.”
Letting go of your hands, he nods and rests his elbows on either side of you, his hips beginning to move at a slow and steady pace that has sparks of delight echoing through your body. At the risk of it all sounding a little wish fulfillment, you’re not sure that you’ve ever had a dick that felt as good as his. It’s almost like he’s been built with the sole purpose of hitting your g-spot on every stroke and you marvel at it for a moment.
Meeting Jeon Jungkook in that bar had to be a stroke of fortune, surely.
As you think that, his own strokes start to speed up inside you until you’re practically bouncing upwards with each thrust, breasts jiggling enticingly for him until he dips his head down to catch a nipple between his mouth. The added sensation has you reaching between you both and rubbing at your clit insistently, the wetness from you helping to lubricate the movement as you feel his cock sliding in and out at a good pace.
“Holy fuck.” You pant, your free hand grasping at Jungkook’s back and trying to encourage him in whatever way you can. The overwhelming combination of his dick, sliding inside you at a delightful pace, combined with his insistent mouth on your nipple and your experienced fingers stroking your clit in just the right way has that earlier almost-orgasm roaring back into existence.
Within only minutes you’re almost there, the overwhelming feeling in your gut causing your thighs to tighten around his waist while your toes clench desperately, inner muscles tightening around him until he’s moaning and whining against your chest. You ignore him though, your sole focus purely selfish as you see the end in sight and gibberish falls from your lips as your body finally succumbs.
Convulsions have your pussy almost sucking at Jungkook’s dick greedily, your inner walls so tight that Jungkook almost has to force his way back in as he lets out a deep groan while your hips buck wildly to the point he almost slips out. But you don’t care as your head is thrown back and your mind whites out for a moment, the pleasure so overwhelming and elongated as Jungkook’s thrusts hit all the points inside you that make your orgasm last longer.
Finally, you pull your fingers away from your clit once your body screams in overstimulation while whimpers fall from your lips desperately as your pussy clenches spasmodically around Jungkook as he continues to thrust, the pleasure on your g-spot still enough to make your post-orgasm sex feel really fucking good.
But now it’s Jungkook’s turn not to care as he pushes his head into your neck, soft groans hitting your ears while the sound of his hips slapping against your increases as his pace becomes sloppy and desperate. Your orgasm must have pushed him past his point quicker than he’d expected as he lets out an almost surprised moan when his hips stutter, his body tensing as he orgasms.
You stroke his back through the whole thing, grinning to yourself as you clench around his length that’s still buried inside you to make him feel even better and enjoyed the desperate whine he lets out as you do so.
When he finally pulls out and flops onto the bed by your side, his chest heaving and covered in a slick layer of sweat, you grin at him lazily before letting a hand move to rest on his heaving stomach. Jungkook stays silent for moment before looking over at you with a tired look, eyeing your smile before giving a smile in response.
“That was really good, and I’m not just saying that to inflate your ego.” You gasp out to him, rolling onto your side and watching his profile happily. Maybe it’s the post-sex and orgasm bliss, but he looks even better than he did before.
Jungkook lets out a soft laugh before nodding slowly. “Glad to be of service ma’am.”
Oh wow...yeah okay. You could definitely do something with that you think, as long as he’s ready and willing. Maybe not now, but if he’s willing to in the future. Eyeing him, you grin before moving to cuddle up to him, wondering if he’s one of those guys that likes post-sex cuddles.
Thankfully, it seems like he does and he welcome you with a happy expression, his arm wrapping around you tightly. “So...any chance we can get a round two later?” You’re definitely going to try your lucky here.
He’s silent for a moment before grinning, his eyes closed but his fingers stroke your skin gently. “Give me half an hour, I’ll see what I can do.”
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“Wake up. Y/N, wake up,” The insistent shaking of your shoulder snaps you from the blissful slumber Jungkook had induced you into the night before. Your mind is reacting just as slow as your thoroughly used body is, thoughts moving sluggishly as you desperately attempt to make some sense of what’s happening. “Get up.”
The words are hissed with a surprising amount of irritation and haste, causing you to frown as you blink rapidly. Darkness outside the open windows cause that frown to deepen even further, wondering why Jungkook was waking you before the sun had even risen.
From the aching in your hips, you were pretty positive that it had only been a few hours since you’d drifted off.
“What?” You slur out, sitting up lazily and letting your head flop forwards for a moment and not even noticing your nakedness. Taking a deep breath, you rub at your eyes before looking up and staring dumbly at the sight of Jungkook.
He’d been very clear last night that was a police officer, but it was another thing entirely to see him in his uniform. Though why he was putting that on at 5:23 in the morning was a mystery to you currently.
You wouldn’t deny though; he looked exceptionally attractive and your thoughts from last night come racing back to the fore, even through your tired mind.
Jungkook is in the process of buttoning up a long sleeved shirt, the black colour blending into the darkness of the corner he’s in and slowly covering up the white undershirt he has on. The pocket over his left breast has his name emblazoned in white, ‘J. JEON’, while the police crest of the Kennedy City Police Department rests on either side of his upper arms.
His black pants remind you of what you see on TV with the SWAT teams, a ridiculous number of pockets on almost every piece of material. The slight sheen to his golden skin in the dim light of his lamp combines with the wet strands of his hair, pushed up off his forehead and signifying he’d obviously taken a shower.
“You need to get dressed. Now. And I mean right now.” Jungkook states, his voice like iron as he moves over and sits on the bed. You slump into his side as he does so, the mattress caving towards him and you smile seductively as you let a hand slide along his thigh.
He ignores it firmly as he pushes his feet into some tactical black boots, bending over to tie up the intricate laces before standing and looking at you imploringly. “You need to get dressed.”
“Wow, this is the harshest way I’ve ever been kicked out. Have you been called in to work or something?” You frown, standing up and heading over to his bathroom. Despite his insistent words, you take your time to relieve yourself and wash your face, cleaning your teeth as best you can with your finger. The clothes you’d brought in were the same jeans as the night before, only this time Jungkook had given you a white shirt to pull on.
It was, understandably, huge and you had to tuck the front into your jeans to stop it looking like a dress. Scanning yourself over, you reach into your purse to tug out a tube of cherry lip balm before applying it and heading out.
Already Jungkook is pushing your shoes at you, causing you to slip your feet into the low Converse and tie them up with a scowl. He was sure being rude, which was a complete change from last night. Had you somehow completely gotten him wrong?
Almost as if he could hear your thoughts, Jungkook crouched down in front of you and sighed deeply. His head was lowered slightly and a stray piece of hair had escaped from the others, making him look even more charming than usual.
“I’m not being rude here, I swear. I had every intention of letting you sleep and then waking you up later to have some more ridiculously good sex. But I can’t. And you can’t. In fact, you need to get out of the city. Now.” He looks up at you with a serious gaze, wide eyes that had shone with innocence before turning into experienced seduction last night now almost grave.
“What do you mean? Why would I leave the city?” You ask slowly, brows slowly creeping together as you feel unease begin to rumble in your stomach. He sighs heavily and looks down, head shaking slightly before moving to rest a hand against your knee.
“You need to go. Go to Redfield City. Something is happening here. Something that isn’t good.” He stands and gestures for you to follow him to his window and you do so slowly, looking out at the city scape that a police officer should not be able to afford.
Only what was glamorous and beautiful last night, is far more scary now.
You can see fires blazing in the distance, on rooftops and through burst windows. This close to the window, you can peer out and see the cars that speed down the streets below as people run in various directions.
And you can also see the people getting attacked by others, falling to the ground and writhing while the person on top of them does something that you don’t quite understand under the harsh lighting of the street lights. It looks like chaos, and the helicopters that you can see in the distance flying around the city make panic begin to flow through your veins.
“What’s happening Jungkook? What’s going on? Why’s everyone running? Why are they getting attacked?” The questions fall out of your mouth quickly, like bullets from a gun with their staccato nature and Jungkook watches you with a gaze that portrays a sense of calm you suggest he probably isn’t actually feeling.
“I don’t...I don’t know. I just...woke up half an hour ago and saw a ton of calls on my phone. They were from the station and no one answered when I called back. I’ve tried calling my colleagues but...they’re not answering either.” His voice is deep and low, the tone surprisingly soothing as he places his hands on your shoulders before slowing rubbing your arms comfortingly.
“Why do I have to leave? I don’t have a car, Lisa dropped me off at the bar and my car’s back home.” Home, which was currently on the other side of the city. And you weren’t really interested in trying to make your way across it on your own. Not when it looked like that outside.
Jungkook curses and looks out the window, strong brows moving in to cause a few wrinkles and you watch him in the terrible lighting. Maybe a little hysteria was taking hold, but you can’t help but think he looks even more attractive like this with his strong jawline and intense stare.
“Shit. I can’t let you go across the city on your own. I’m not trying to sound like a sexist ass here, but I just genuinely don’t think it’s safe. And I’m pretty positive the public transport isn’t working, so you’d have to walk for at least half an hour right? Probably more?” You nod in response. “Yeah, no. That’s not happening. Fuck. Okay. I’m going to the station so...you can come with me. I’ll see if I can figure out what’s going on and maybe I can take a patrol car and get you out.”
“Okay...that sounds great but...why do I have to leave? Why can’t I just...stay here or something if it’s dangerous out there?” Jungkook lowers his head before grabbing his phone off the desk, the screen bright as he taps on it.
He brings up a text that states it is from the Kennedy City Police Department and you scan over it quickly, icy dread flooding through your veins. You’ve never in your life read something like this, and you’re not entirely sure what you’re supposed to make of it.
‘Dear Citizen of Kennedy City,
This is not an emergency broadcast.
A major biohazard event has occurred in Kennedy City. Please remain inside your residence at all times.
We advise avoidance of anyone who shows potential symptoms of an unknown virus.
Again, this is not an emergency broadcast.
Kennedy City Police Department’
“What? Is this real? What the fuck is this? It says to stay, so why are we going?” Jungkook takes his phone back before sliding it into the pocket on his chest, shrugging slowly before heading out of his bedroom.
You follow him slowly, grabbing your jacket off the back of his couch and slinging your bag over your shoulder. Jungkook goes over to the drawers against the wall next to his television and opens one up, revealing a gun safe. Opening it, he pulls out a thigh holster and secures it to his belt before clipping the rest around his thigh.
The gun is carefully checked over before he’s slotting it into the holster, buttoning it closed before turning to look at you.
“I don’t know. You know as much as me right now. None of this seems to be normal though. In fact...I feel like I’m a film right now or a video game. We’re going, because that text gave me a bad feeling. There’s something happening, and they’re not even trying to evacuate? Something’s going on.” Rushing after him, you follow as he exits his apartment and closes the door behind you, making sure it locks before you’re both moving down the corridor.
The elevator is quiet at the end and you eye it, pressing the button and standing with him. It’s almost eerie how quiet it is in here, and you find yourself moving closer to Jungkook. He’s right in that something doesn’t feel right, as if there’s just something wrong in the air.
“But it’s only been a few hours. How could things go this badly in only a few hours for it to look like that outside? And it’s early morning! Most people are asleep!” You whisper, finding the need to be quiet for some reason. Jungkook shrugs before bringing his empty hands up to further his point.
“I don’t know. One of the texts I got said it’s a biohazard incident and those can spread fast I guess. Look, this was not in any of my training. I mean...it was...but I definitely never had ‘biohazard issue that results in the entire city being on lockdown’. That’s bizarrely specific. And honestly...it’s probably better for us that there isn’t a lot of people out yet because this is a big city with 3 million people in it. That means 3 million people that can become a big issue for us once they wake up. We’re lucky it’s Saturday morning so a lot will sleep in.” He sighs, leaning on one leg to watch the numbers slowly tick upwards.
That is, until you both hear an odd thumping noise coming from behind the closed elevator doors. The reaction in Jungkook is immediate, with him stiffening with tension and slowly moving backwards, one hand reaching out to pull you back with him while the other is pulling his gun out.
“Stay back...I don’t have a good feeling about that.” He says lowly, staring straight at the doors. By the time the elevator reaches your floor, a loud clunking noise echoing through the quiet hallway and the thumping louder than ever, he has both hands holding his gun in a ready position, the safety carefully clicked off.
You shuffle behind him, fear making your limbs feel funny and the strongest urge to run back to his apartment overtaking you.
Slowly, the doors open and you both stare in horror at the sight in front of you. The inner walls of the elevator cab are a deep shade of ruby, the terrible fluorescent lighting making it shine wetly as it slowly drips down.
And on the floor is a man, hovering over a woman.
At first, you think he’s assaulting her and go to move forwards to try and help in outrage. Only Jungkook pushes you back, shaking his head slowly. It’s then that you notice the look of terror on her face, permanently etched in death.
Slowly, the figure turns and you gasp out loud, seeing the way torn flesh drags off his cheek as he pulls a piece of intestine from the dead woman and chews on it slowly. Messy brown hair is splattered dark with blood and you’re sure his clothes would look stylish if it weren’t for the mud and guts splattered all over him.
His eyes are covered with a strange white film while his skin has a horrible pale pallor, almost waxy in consistency, and you get the strangest feeling that he’s not entirely alive himself. The sight of you both distracts him from his meal though.
A deep groan leaves him, the sound sending shivers through your body as your skin pimples almost immediately. It doesn’t sound very human, coming from deep in his throat and he moves in a stiff manner that looks completely unnatural.
Grunts fall from his mouth as he shuffles around, the knees of his denim jeans soaked red and you can’t stop your hand from pressing against your mouth as your stomach rebels immediately at the visceral gore as you notice for the first time that half of his throat has been ripped out.
“Sir...sir please stay there. Please don’t come any closer.” Jungkook’s voice is firm, yet you can hear the slight shaking of his words as he tries to comprehend what he’s looking at. Whimpering, your fingers dig into the softness of his shirt at his back.
“I don’t think he understands you Jungkook. I don’t think he’s even alive.” You whisper, brain screaming at yourself at how ridiculous you sound. But even though your mind is refusing to admit to that possibility, the rational part of you is telling you that it’s true. Because he can’t be alive with half his neck missing, nor with the amount of blood down his front.
“I...no. That’s not possible. This isn’t a film, despite what I said. It’s not...sir. Please stay there.” He says firmly, hands lowering until he’s aiming the gun directly at the strange man. There’s the tiniest quiver as he does so, but you can see that he’s already sighting down the gun firmly.
“I don’t think he cares.”
A higher pitched groan comes from the man’s right and you both watch with alarm as the dead woman twitches before she too begins to rise. And that’s just about the proof Jungkook needs, because half the woman’s intestines are looped on the floor and there is absolutely no way anyone could survive that.
“What the fuck.” Jungkook whispers furiously, booted foot moving back slightly as the man ambles towards you both.
“Jungkook, please. I don’t think he cares and I don’t think he’s going to stop.” Your shaking violently now, eyes wide as you watch the zombies move towards you. Because that’s clearly what they are. Reanimated corpses.
He gives a third warning which goes ignored before swallowing thickly and widening his stance to brace himself. The sound of his gun firing is astonishingly loud in the dead silence of the corridor but his hand barely moves.
It was a direct hit to the head, with the man going down like a sack of lead to the floor. The bullet hole in his forehead is tiny, but you can’t help but gag at the awful sight of the back of his head blown out. There’s no way he’s getting up from that, surely?
“Oh my god.” Jungkook gasps out before he’s firing again at the woman. He doesn’t get a perfect shot this time, the bullet instead going through her cheek and he lets out a strange noise while you turn and vomit in the corridor. A third shot does the trick and she collapses like a house of cards against the wall.
The quiet is even more oppressive now as you wipe at your mouth, hands shaking violently. Looking at Jungkook, you watch as he simply stares at them with wide eyes before lowering his quivering hand, finger carefully clicking on the safety before he’s slotting it back into his holster.
“I just killed two people.” He gasps out, stumbling backwards before hitting the wall. There’s a moment where he just rests there before he’s slowly sliding down it.
You move over to him quickly, kneeling before him as you cup his face and get him to look at you. His beautiful brown eyes are full of shock, the size of dinner plates as a sheen of tears slowly takes over and you get the feeling that Jungkook has never fired his gun at someone before.
Shaking your head, you give him a weak smile. “No, no you didn’t. We both saw that. That...that was not a person anymore. That was a zombie. That was a dead person, who got up and started walking again. You didn’t kill anyone. You just put down something that was already dead and should have stayed dead. Jungkook, I’m pretty positive you just saved us.”
He says nothing for a few minutes, simply watching his hands as they tremble.
“Well...I guess we know what that biohazard issue is. Shit. Shit. Fuck.” He whispers, running his hands through his hair before lowering them back with another curse. “We gotta get to the police station. There’s a weapons locker there and I’m pretty sure we’re going to need it. Can you use a gun?”
Nodding slowly, you watch as he gets up and heads back to his apartment. You follow on unsteady legs, standing in the hallway while he goes inside and rummages around in his drawers once more.
When he returns, he clips another holster onto your thigh and hands you a gun.
“Show me how you use it.” He says, handing you a magazine for it as well. Swallowing thickly, you load the gun and unload it as quickly as you can until he’s satisfied and nods. “Okay. You use that if you need to. I’ll try and take care of it, I grabbed some more magazines in there but I don’t keep a lot on me. The station has more. If we can get there.”
The weight on your thigh makes you nervous, but it also provides an odd sense of relief. You have something that will keep you safe, though you frown at it as you follow Jungkook back down. You’ve not used one in years and you’d never had the greatest aim anyway. But somehow, you don’t really care right now.
The both of you avoid the corpse on the floor, noting the way his legs keep the doors from closing properly before heading down the stairwell. It’s thankfully empty here, and the two of you emerge into the entryway carefully.
There’s nothing here, with no sounds happening except for the occasion car engine as a car zooms past the window.
Jungkook moves to the door and opens it slowly, peering out and getting a quick scope of the street before moving back in.
“Okay. There’s a few of them out there, both sides. They don’t look to be moving fast so...if we just walk fast and avoid their hands then we should be alright I think. Keep an eye out for cars, it looks like some people are being dangerous in their attempts to get out. Understandable I guess.” Nodding your head, you follow him out into the street and shudder at the cool morning air.
It’s still dark out, and you know that it won’t be getting light for another hour at least. Which makes you wary as you have no doubt that it means there could be things hiding in dark corners.
Jungkook sets up a quick pace down the street, skipping over to the other side of the road to avoid a pair of zombies as they feast on someone before zipping back over to avoid the same a few metres down. It’s like playing a bizarre game of chicken and you practically glue yourself to him in an effort to not be too much of a pain for him.
It’s horribly silent in the city, especially for somewhere so close to downtown. Normally there would be cars driving by sedately, the horns of impatient drivers who don’t care about sound laws mixing with the chatter of the early birds as they jog or go on their morning walks.
Now, all you can hear is the faint screams of poor people in the distance, competing with the sickening sounds of tearing and crunching coming from the zombies.
The good news is that they appear to be invested in their meals, the sounds of Jungkook and yours shoes muted enough to make you both almost invisible to their dead eyes. It doesn’t stop you from shivering in disgust and horror, nor does it stop the sheen of tears from filling your eyes as you feel a pit of despair forming in your stomach.
Your friends are out there in the city. Lisa, Taehyung, Chaeyoung and Seokjin. There was a chance that they were already dead, and if so then there was an even higher chance that they were like one of these shambling corpses.
Sniffling quietly, you note how Jungkook glances at you quickly before reaching back and taking your hand, squeezing it quickly.
You’re not sure how far you go down the street, just following Jungkook aimlessly in an area of town you’re not familiar with until he suddenly pauses and stares at something. Inching around his body, you take in the sight of the dead police officer as he lays on the ground. He’s quite obviously not getting up, with half his head missing and you reckon someone else has discovered the headshot trick.
“Do you know him?” You ask quietly, recognising that Jungkook might. Though he could be from a different precinct, and the only familiarity is the uniform they both wear.
But Jungkook nods slowly, his mouth pursing as his jaw tightens and the tears in your eyes are reflected in his. “Yeah. I do. Yugyeom. He was in graduating class and my precinct. I’d go on patrol with him sometimes.”
He wipes his tears and quietly makes his way over to his dead friend, pausing slightly to tap at the body with his boot to make sure he doesn’t rise. There’s no response and Jungkook crouches, letting his head drop as his shoulders tense.
“Fucking hell.” He whispers, wiping at his face. Reaching forward, he carefully undoes the thigh holster from Yugyeom’s leg and attaches it to his own thigh, checking the gun over in it before sighing deeply. “Sorry man. I know you’d want me to have it.”
Jungkook takes the radio clipped to Yugyeom’s belt as well, clicking it on and listening to the static on it. His eyes scan the silent street as the noise ricochets off the building’s, frowning at the sight of a few zombies down the road who pause suddenly.
“This is Office Jeon reporting in, badge number 970109. Is anyone responding? Over.” He whispers into the microphone, standing slowly while keeping an eye on the corpses that are standing. You turn and watch down the other end of the street, noting a few more have caught the sound of the static.
He tries once more after getting nothing, frowning deeply when suddenly the radio screeches into life. Wincing, he tries to cover the speaker but the sound is horribly loud.
“Jeon? Jungkook? You’re alive? Holy shit. Dude, everything is fucked. Over.” You want to almost laugh at how the guy on the other end maintains proper radio protocol, despite his obviously not protocol response. “This is Jimin. We’re at the station but it’s fucked here. Hoseok, the Chief and I are leaving. Meet us at the deli down the road, don’t go to the station. I repeat, it is gone. Over.”
Jungkook’s frown gets even deeper as he begins to walk down the street once more, pace faster than before and you jog a little to catch up. The two of you outmanoeuvre the zombies with ease as he clicks the radio back on.
“What do you mean? Why? Why are you leaving? Why aren’t we trying to help people? Over.” The response is almost immediate, as if Officer Park was waiting.
“Because it’s fucked Jeon. Half the station’s on fire and the other half’s dead and trying to eat us. We’ve grabbed what weapons we can and are taking the SWAT van. We’ll wait outside the deli for you, but you’ve got to be fast. We would help, but there’s exactly four of us left of our station now out of 40. We can’t help when the people we’re helping are killing us. Over.” Jungkook’s eyes widen as he looks back at you before sighing.
“Okay. I’m on my way. I’m bringing a civilian with me. We’re both clean, unless this virus is airborne or something. Over.”
“No, you need to get bit to get it we think, or scratched or ingest their blood. If you get bit and die almost immediately, you come back. Headshots kill them permanently. It’s like a really, really fucked up VR game. And I don’t want to play anymore. Get over here quick, you’ve got half an hour then we’re gone. They’re going to close the barrier in two hours. Over.” The radio goes silent after that and you almost whimper as you rush after Jungkook.
“What does he mean they’re going to close the barrier?! What barrier? They can’t do that, most people aren’t even awake yet!” Your voice is surprisingly shrill and high pitched, the fear and panic that’s pulsing hot in your veins taking over and Jungkook winces as the loud groan of a zombie echoes around the empty street.
Lifting a hand, he tries to get you to quieten down but you grasp as the soft sleeve of his black shirt, tugging him to a stop without a care for your surroundings. He looks at you with exasperation, eyes wide while shrugging silently in a ‘what?’ gesture.
“Jungkook! Talk to me! Why aren’t you freaking out like me?” Grasping him tighter, you force him to pay attention to you. It causes him to lose patience, his jaw setting as he grits his teeth before he’s yanking his arm out of your grip and leaning closer, face so close that you imagine you could see his every pore in the light of day.
For now though, you just notice for the first time the splatter of blood on his face and frown. Without even thinking, you reach into your bag to pull out the handkerchief you keep in there and wipe at it, smearing the red on his cheek and wincing.
“Okay, look. I don’t want to be mean here, but you need to stop getting hysterical right now. I have no idea why they’re closing the barrier, I didn’t even know there was a barrier. You know as much as I do. Please try and help me, I’m trying to help keep you alive here and we cannot be wasting time arguing in the streets when we’ve got a bunch of zombies coming towards us and a fucking time limit to get to my colleagues!” Jungkook’s tone is deep and forceful, his eyes dark as they try to press the importance of what he’s telling you.
Swallowing thickly, your hand drops as you suddenly become aware of your surroundings once more. The rumbling groans and spine tingling moans of the undead around you are closer than ever, and when you look in both directions you note how much closer the lumbering corpses are.
Inhaling sharply, you almost choke on your breath as you drop the handkerchief without even thinking, hands shaking violently. Looking back at Jungkook, tears form a sheen on your eyes that makes it harder to see him.
“Jungkook...I’m scared.” The words are simple and quiet, yet your voice trembles on every note and making you sound like a lost little girl.
Almost immediately, he softens and lets out a quiet sigh while his head drops forward, reaching a hand up to push his hair back. “I know. I’m not gonna lie, I’m scared too. I mean...fucking hell. But we have to keep it together, okay? Falling apart is going to get us killed, because those things don’t care about us.”
He gestures to the shambling zombies, their arms raised in the air while stiff fingers grasp as nothing as they inch their way closer to you both. Swallowing, you nod slowly before letting go of him and taking a step back.
Before either of you can say or do anything though, the door to an apartment building a few feet away bursts open. The door slams against the wall, sound sharp and loud like a gunshot in the quietness and almost immediately the zombies heads are turning towards their new interest.
Into the street runs three people, their arms pinwheeling as they slam to a stop at the sight of the undead in front of them. Eyes widening, one of the guys lets out a rather pitched shout before stumbling backwards, tripping over the kerb and falling onto the wet street.
“What the fuck are those things?” Another guy yells out, moving back to grab his friend by the arm and tug him up. None of them notice the zombie that had been making its way closer behind them and you step forward with a hand outstretched, warning shout bubbling in your throat.
Jungkook immediately begins moving forward, shouting out for them to watch out but it’s too late.
In almost slow motion, you watch in horror as the zombies pale fingers grasp the woman’s shoulders, digging in a vice like grip and yanking her backwards with inhuman strength. A loud scream leaves her throat as she falls into the zombies chest which soon turns into a pain filled wail as the undead bites down hard on her throat.
Gagging at the sight, you can’t help but watch as blood begins to flow almost immediately from the bite and you really do turn and vomit for the second time that morning when the zombie yanks its head away, a huge chunk of flesh gritted between reddened teeth while the wound immediately begins to spray blood. You don’t need to be a doctor to be able to tell her artery has been hit, and even you know that she’s gone already.
“Jieun!” One of the guys screams out, reaching over to push the zombie away as the girl falls to the floor, gurgling noises leaving her mouth while red slowly begins to drip from the corners of her lips.
The strength of his push forces the zombie to rock backwards, staggering back on dead legs before losing its balance and falling. It doesn’t stay down for long though, and almost immediately begins to crawl towards the fallen Jieun, her friend or boyfriend not paying attention as he wraps his arms around her shoulders.
“Baekhyun! Give me your shirt or something!” He shouts out to his friend, but it’s too late and the only warning he has that his friend is soon to join the rapidly paling Jieun when a zombie creeps up on him in his shock. Only, it’s not just one this time and Baekhyun goes down screaming, the zombies piling on top with moans that are filled with lust for the flesh they start to consume.
The guy watches in horror, ruby stained hand pressed to Jieun’s neck as she stops moving and Jungkook begins to move backwards towards you, hand outstretched. “Stay here.”
You go to shout to stop him, wondering what the hell he’s doing but instead you’re left to frantically look around, hoping that a zombie doesn’t decide you look like good bait left on your own. As quietly as you can, you sprint across the road to a shop front and press yourself against the cold metal shutter and try to make yourself as inconspicuous as possible.
“Hey man, you need to move now. Come on, come with me. Please.” Jungkook states firmly, pulling his gun out of the holster and thumbing the safety off as he strides towards the group. When he gets within a few feet, he points the barrel at the two zombies feasting on Baekhyun and fires twice, the fragile skulls bursting apart and splattering against the dirty floor as they drop to the ground in silent slumps.
A third shot takes out the last zombie in close proximity; the one who had originally bitten Jieun as it crawled its way towards them. You feel bile rising in your throat once more at the grisly remnants on the floor and wonder if this is going to be your new world of death. Baekhyun is...well you don’t even want to try and describe him.
The extraordinarily loud sound of Jungkook’s gun leaves a startled silence in its wake, but when you glance to either side then you note the slowly increasing number of bodies that begin to make their way down the street, the stench of decay and death the perfume to your fucked up morning. And it’s with a sinking stomach that you realise their numbers are being steadily increased when hapless people run onto the street, running into their horrifically grim deaths.
It’s chaos, and you want to cry and run home to your parents at the sight of everything falling apart so easily.
The guy holding the obviously now dead Jieun shakes his head as tears roll down his face, making it shiny in the fluorescent lighting of the nearby street light. “No...no. This can’t be happening.”
His sobs are heart breaking, each note hitching as he tries hard not to break down completely. Jungkook gets closer to him, gun in one hand and pointed away while his other reaches out comfortingly.
“I know man, I know. It’s fucked. But we need to go. They’re gone, and they’re not going to stay gone. Come with us. I’ll keep you safe We have somewhere to go.” The selfish part of you wants to scream at Jungkook, to get him to come back over to you and get you to safety but you know he wouldn’t be able to leave someone that he could save.
You barely know him, yet you already know that.
“She was going to be my wife. And Baek...he was going to be my best man. Give my speech.” The guy croaks out, sniffling loudly and you grimace as the sound of the undead shuffling ever closer begins to echo around the buildings.
“I get it, and you need to mourn. But you can’t do it now. You need to come with me.” Jungkook pauses for a moment to look over at you, eyes wide and you can practically feel the fear coming off him. The uniform gives him an imposing presence, but there’s no training that can ready you for something like this.
“Jieun! Baby, oh god are you okay?” The guy’s voice suddenly softens and you see Jungkook’s eyes widen before he’s turning back and shouting out, lurching forward before he can stop himself.
You can’t see properly from here, but all you hear is a rasping noise that gurgles horribly before the guy is suddenly screaming. It’s harrowing to hear, the shrill way his voice increases in both decibels and pitch as what you presume to be unbelievable pain takes over as his fiancé bites into his throat harshly.
Jungkook curses when the zombiefied Jieun tugs away and an arterial spray catches him, causing him to spin away. There’s a moment of despair as Jungkook looks at the dying man before glancing at his gun, the low rumble of his voice before he’s running over to you and grabbing your hand.
Without a further word, he elongates his stride into a long and graceful jog and you breathe heavily as you try to keep up. He’s tall, and you don’t think Jungkook realises that for every one stride of his, you’re having to take one and a half.
It’s only after two blocks have gone past, the both of you dodging and ducking between zombies on the streets as they wander aimlessly or chow down on the fresh corpses that litter that road, that he finally stops and tugs you into a small alcove in a building. The sun is starting to rise on the city, and it’s beginning to bring the horrors of the night to life.
When it’s dark, you can’t really see the deep, ruby liquid that’s sprayed all over the windows, walls and floors of the building.
The one saving grace is that it allows you to see potential dangers easier, and Jungkook keeps a careful watch out before bending over with a deep breath.
His hands press on his knees as his ass rests against the wall and you focus on taking in deep breaths for a few seconds, trying to regulate your breathing while noting that you’d probably just run further and faster than you have in years.
“What was that Jungkook? I thought we had to go quickly?” Your voice is whisper soft, the sound barely making it to his ears but you don’t want to get any louder.
The morning has brought society to life, only for it to meet its untimely demise once stepping out of the front door.
Even just those two blocks have let you both see that there are far more zombies flooding through the streets than there had been when you’d both first stepped out, and you have no doubt that it will continue to increase as time goes on. People will either starve inside their homes, or they’ll try and risk it out in the open like you both were.
Both options were dumb, but there was no other choice right now.
Jungkook doesn’t say anything for a moment before he stands up straighter, letting his head hit the brick wall with a grimace. You keep an eye out for any zombies that might shamble nearby, noting the presence of a few further down the street as you wait for him to get himself back together.
“I had to try. I couldn’t...I couldn’t just leave him there. That’s not what I took an oath to do. Serve and protect. I said I would serve and protect the citizens of Kennedy City and that’s what I’ll do. Even if it kills me. God...why didn’t he listen to me?” He whispers brokenly, staring down at his hands before recoiling at the drying blood on them.
It’s then that he looks down at his uniform and gags slightly, noting the darkened spots where the man’s blood has hit him and you sigh softly. He’s looking surprisingly dirty to say he’d only put the uniform on around an hour ago, yet you say nothing as he lifts a trembling hand to run through his black locks again.
“He was in shock. None of us expected to wake up to this, and he certainly didn’t expect to watch his love and best friend die in front of him. Nor to get killed by his fiancé when she reanimated. This is real life, not a film or a game. This shit doesn’t happen, except when it does.”
He doesn’t respond to that, shaking his head before he begins to walk down the street once more at a brisk pace. The sound of his boots isn’t particularly loud and you thank everything that you had decided to go casual last night, as heels would definitely attract some unwanted attention right now.
“Why didn’t you shoot him? Like...a mercy kill or something? You know he’s just coming back.” The question is quiet, and not just because of the zombies that could hear and be attracted to you.
He says nothing for a moment, but you note the way his fists clench as he checks out an alleyway before gesturing for you to follow him. You do so as quietly as you can, staying close to him as you both jog down the puddle soaked alley before emerging on the other side cautiously.
“It’s going to sound callous...but I already wasted three bullets then for no reason. We don’t have infinite ammo, and as much as I wanted to make it easy for him...I can’t waste it when it could be used to save someone else.” Jungkook sounds pained as he explains and you understand why.
It must have been a hard decision for a police officer with good morals like him to have to let someone die horrifically like that, particularly when you know that they will just become one of the roaming hordes that are quickly forming around you.
But at the same time, that one bullet might save both your lives.
You follow him quietly after that, letting him take the lead through the streets he’s patrolled and knows so well as he takes quick shortcuts through thankfully empty alleys while directing you around ever busier streets. It’s only when he murmurs that you’re close to the deli he’d been told to go to that you press a hand to his warm back, the material there wet with sweat from the fast pace you’d been taking and no doubt the stress and fear he was feeling.
When he looks back at you momentarily, you thank everything that you’d met him last night.
“Hey...promise me. If I get bit like that...please waste a bullet on me. Please. I know you might not want to but...I don’t want to die like that. And I don’t want to come back like that either.” He stills as he looks at you, face stoic as you both ignore the carnage that’s happening around you.
His golden skin glows even more in the flickering light of a nearby fire, a car set alight from where it had crashed horribly into another two before hitting a store front. You didn’t even think stuff like that could happen in real life, but the black smoke was billowing off it furiously and the blazing flames crackled.
Finally, he nods with a hard swallow. “Okay. I promise.”
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The van Officer Park had mentioned was indeed parked in front of an empty delicatessen, the windows dark and the lights off. It’s a big black box on wheels with KCPD SWAT emblazoned along the side in white alongside the police crest.
At the sight of it, you watch as Jungkook visibly perks up from down the street. Reaching back, he grasps your hand and begins a fast sprint that takes you the final yards before he’s knocking on the back as quietly as he can.
For a moment, there’s no response and your stomach begins to sink as you wonder if maybe you’ve run out of time. They did say they’d only wait so long before leaving and you had no idea where they’d gone to now.
Even Jungkook looks a little broken, his face falling apart while a deep frown takes over his strong brows as he lets his head fall back with a soft curse.
But then you hear the sound of boots on metal coming from inside the van and you stand back, holding your breath as you grip tightly onto Jungkook’s arm. There’s no zombies in your immediate area, and it feels almost bizarre to finally feel a little less stressed.
The handle to the door opens and you’re greeted by bright light inside the box, the tall figure of a police officer taking up most of the space and you look up with a gaping mouth. Whoever he is, he’s tall enough that he has to bend his head down to fit in comfortably while standing.
Shifting until you’re half hiding behind Jungkook, you literally feel him relax as he lets out a deep sigh of relief. Letting his head fall forward, he moves to climb up into the van before helping you in behind him and closing the door.
It’s cramped inside, and the front section contains a laptop and other electronic equipment. A bench sits along both walls while the upper sections are taken up with racks with guns, though you notice more than a few are missing.
“Chief Kim, where are the others? It’s not been half an hour has it? We booked it over as fast as we could. It’s all fucked Chief, what’s going on? I’ve already seen way too many people die and I haven’t been able to save any of them.” Jungkook’s words are mashed together in his panic, catching over themselves as he slumps down on the bench.
The police chief doesn’t answer, instead sitting down harshly before letting his head fall back. It’s the pained gasps that clue you in that there’s something not right with him, and moving closer you note the darkened patches of his black uniform that glisten in the bright light from overhead.
“Are you okay?” You ask quietly, kneeling down until he has to angle his head down to look at you. His tan skin has an unhealthy pallor to it, with a sheen of sweat and a pained grimace making it more clear that he’s not okay.
“I thought you couldn’t save anyone Jungkook,” He says, voice low and strained as he winces once more. The expression makes deep dimples appear in his cheeks and you have no doubt that he’s probably exceptionally handsome when he’s not in pain and in an apocalyptic scenario. “I’m Chief Kim Namjoon, his boss. And no, I’m not okay.”
Jungkook sits up more alert at that, shuffling forward on the bench as a concerned look takes over his face. “What? What’s wrong?”
Namjoon sighs deeply before rubbing at his face. Shifting, he lifts up his shirt and part of you wants to look away out of courtesy but instead you inhale sharply and half rise, backing up into Jungkook who stands and places an arm in front of you.
The Chief watches with a raised brow before letting out a laugh that’s full of the tension his body holds. “Oh Kook, you sure picked the wrong time to find a nice girl huh?”
Jungkook’s cheeks flush a pretty rose at that but he can’t stop the concern that takes over as he steps closer and sits next to Namjoon. “Chief...what...when did this happen? Jimin never mentioned anything about it on the radio.”
The cause of the blood on Namjoon’s shirt is the wound on the side of his stomach, a white bandage stained vermillion stark against his golden skin. Tentatively, Jungkook unwraps it before letting out a pained noise as his head falls forward.
Deep in Namjoon’s side is a ragged bite mark. While that would likely be painful under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t be life threatening. But these are not normal circumstances.
Both Jungkook and you have already seen clearly that the bite of a zombie can bring back the dead, But it was pretty apparent from his wound that whatever virus or disease was causing people to rise from the dead, also killed them slowly.
The flesh around Namjoon’s wound is swollen and red, blood oozing slowly alongside some form of putrid pus that is tinged with green. Not only that, but the bite itself is dark and every instinct screams that it’s wrong.
“Yeah. I’m fucked. It happened while we were getting out of the station. One of those fuckers got me, bit clean through my damn shirt back there. This was in here but...I’m done for. There was no point in me going with them, so I said I’d stay here and wait for you.”
Jungkook frowns, fingers reaching forward as if to touch the wound only to find his hand being grasped tightly in Namjoon’s own.
“Don’t touch it. It’s infected. You haven’t been bitten right? Or swallowed anything from them?” You both shake your head in the negative and he sighs in relief. “Good. Whatever this is, we’ve figured that it’s passed through blood or saliva. Their bites carry the infection, which as you can see causes you die from even minor ones. We had a few guys at the station go through the night before we realised. Blood does it too. Jackson got a mouthful when we had to blow one their heads off and he was gone three hours later.”
“How did I not know about this? How long has this been happening? This sounds like it’s been going on for longer than just this morning? Christ, I went out last night and everything was fine!” Jungkook’s voice is bordering on hysterical and you lay your hand on his tense shoulders, rubbing at the stiff muscles there as he shivers.
Namjoon’s lips press together as he looks down at his own hands, flexing his fingers before clenching them into fists as he lets out a deep breath. “It was your day off Jungkook. Don’t take it to heart. We had weird shit happening all day yesterday, but it was only around 9 that we realised something bad was going on. Then shit got really fucked in the early hours, and now it’s basically apocalyptic.”
Even you sit down in shock at that, with the knowledge that things have going bad for longer than just this morning.
“Jungkook...those people at the bar who were vomiting. And that couple outside,” You’re suddenly reminded of the couple you’d thought were hooking up. But now that you think about it, it looked far more like some of the horrific scenes you’ve seen this morning. “Oh my god, we were so close to it.”
Jungkook’s face pales as he remembers them before he swears softly, running his fingers through his hair. “Shit, yeah. Damn, I suspected nothing.”
Namjoon shakes his head at you both, his hand waving slowly. “Because you didn’t have anything to suspect. Neither did we until people starting dying on us. And not staying dead.”
“Where did Jimin and Hoseok go?” The question is quiet and meek; Jungkook’s head lowered as his voice is small from an emotion thick throat. Your hand moves to his thigh as you rub at the firm muscle in soothing movements, ignorant of the still wet blood that soaks his fabric.
“Precinct 8’s police station has a helicopter on the roof. Hoseok went up to the roof of the deli to check it was still there with the binoculars; it is. So they went ahead with Detective Yoongi who found us to secure the station hopefully and get the chopper started. You can use that radio to contact them, they’ve got in-ear pieces so it won’t get heard on their end. I’ll go with you so far, I won’t be a huge amount of use but I can at least help you get there in one piece.” He points at the tiny counter where a radio lays.
Jungkook grabs it and slots it onto his belt, placing the other one he’d gotten on the desk before standing and moving over to a tiny closet. Inside is a bunch of body armour and you watch as he begins to take them out and strap them to himself, elbow and knee protectors along with a body protector emblazoned with KCPD on the front.
His cheeks aren’t as soft as they were this morning, when he’d looked at you with worry, but are instead sharp and angular to match the rest of his face. Sweat and blood soak his hair and make it darker, the strands almost looking oily in the harsh lighting of the van while dirt, blood and grime mar his arresting visage.
Moving over to him, you help him in the best ways you can in silence as Namjoon continues to speak. It’s only when he takes hold of your hands gently and gives them a reassuring squeeze that you realise they’re shaking, and immediately your eyes well up as your lips quiver pathetically.
“Hey, hey it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna keep you safe, and so is Namjoon, right?” Jungkook looks at his chief with a raised brow, the expression making him look even more handsome and you’d admire him more if your heart wasn’t racing. You look over to where Namjoon pauses, a hand running through his blonde hair to stain it red before he nods.
“Yeah. Yeah, of course. We’ll get you out.” He gives you a strained smile that cause his dimples to deepen even further. You’d be more comforted if it wasn’t for the fact that Namjoon looked in even more pain than before. His skin has an unhealthy pallor to it now, and a terrible voice in the back of your mind asks if it’s even a good idea to have him come with you.
He could be dangerous.
But then you notice the way Jungkook’s hands tighten on yours even more and it’s not in a way meant to comfort you. No, this is a way that says he needs the comfort this time. Frowning, you look up at his face to see a mixture of emotions portrayed as he looks at Namjoon.
There’s fear and frustration, which you expect in a situation like this when his chief and the city around you is in the process of dying. But there’s also an agony that seems a whole lot more personal in his eyes as they go glassy, his hands letting go of yours to finish securing his body protection.
“Do they have enough ammunition?” He asks, tone oddly muted as he slips the magazine from his gun and grabs a box of ammunition, quietly clicking them in place until it’s full. There’s silence in the van for a moment, only the sound of groaning undead as they shuffle by outside and the click as he slots the magazine back into place and loads a round in.
Namjoon watches him, eyes glassy for an entirely different reason and you sigh deeply at the yellow that’s slowly beginning to creep into his eyes. A slow breath leaves the older man, and you note with a wince the slight rasp to the sound.
“Yeah. Yoongi had brought a ton with him and Jimin was stocked up. Hoseok took the rifle but...he won’t use that until he has to. Take a combat knife too...noise attracts them and it’s quieter. They’re not fast and you’ve got more protection than most. You take one as well, and put some protection on. There’s another set in there. Won’t fit well but...it’s something.” He nods at the storage locker before glancing back at you.
Nodding quietly, you stand and open the door to find another set of body protection. You begin taking it out and Jungkook helps you to put it on, tightening the straps around your arms and legs before maneuvering you into the chest armour. It feels like you’re becoming a turtle, but the protection makes your heart rest a little easier.
“Do we have any duct tape?” You ask idly, causing them both to look at you with confusion before Namjoon nods at a box underneath your seat. Rooting through it, you find two rolls of black duct tape and gesture to Jungkook for him to hold out his arms.
“If we tape our arms up, then it’ll give us more protection in the areas the armour doesn’t cover. You ever manage to bite through duct tape? And even if they do, it should give us enough time to have gotten away. Can’t hurt anyway.” Namjoon’s brows rise while the corner of his mouth kicks up in an amusement before he glances at Jungkook.
“I like her. Picked a good one ‘Kook. Keep her alive.” Jungkook snorts as he watches you closely, his chapped lips parted slightly as he breathes evenly while his eyes take on a little more of the starry look they’d had last night.
“Wasn’t my intention last night to find a survivalist but...I’m glad.” He looks back over at Namjoon and gets that forlorn look again, like he’s suddenly a little lost boy. Licking your lips, you decide to broach the question. There’s no harm in asking at least.
Finishing up one arm, you start on the other before taking a deep breath. “Do you two...know each other outside of work? Because...and I know I’m putting my nose where it likely doesn’t belong here but...Jungkook seems more upset about you than I’d expect.”
Neither speak for a moment, before Jungkook tenses up and looks away, jaw sharp as he grinds his teeth and swallows thickly. Namjoon watches with a look of sadness before he reaches over and places his hand just above the knee pad on Jungkook’s thigh, squeezing.
“Yeah. Jungkook...we lived on the same street when we were kids. I’m ten years older but...Kookie here always followed me around. Fascinated with me. He was cute and polite so I didn’t say anything, particularly as you always listened to my ramblings about books even though you didn’t like reading. When I joined the force...he swore he would too. And he did.” Jungkook’s make a rather suspicious noise and you watch as he wipes at something, though you can’t see and your heart swells for him.
This was obviously what he’d meant when he’d said he’d joined the force because of some guys in his neighbourhood last night. It’s bittersweet that you’ve actually met one of them now, because this scenario isn’t something you’d ever want to meet someone in.
“Hey...Jungkook?” Namjoon says insistently, his voice calm and warm. He’s watching the younger man with a lot of affection and when Jungkook turns to look at him, you see pride in there too. It makes your eyes water and you blink rapidly to stop yourself from crying.
“You did good. I swear, you did really good. You’re a great police officer and I am so proud of you. Hell, you’re the only one of us to actually manage to save someone tonight. And I am going to do everything I can to make sure you get out of this city, I swear.” Jungkook’s head drops and you see his lips pucker as he tries to stop the tears that have welled in his eyes.
Automatically your hand is moving to soothe his back, rubbing in slow motions while you murmur to him in what you hope is a comforting tone. He seems to respond well, leaning into your touch as he wipes at your eyes.
“Can’t we get you to a hospital? Or you could fly out with us, we can get you out and get you help. Namjoon, this doesn’t have to-” He’s cut off by Namjoon shaking his head vehemently.
“No. No, you are getting out. I’m being a liability anyway just going with you because I’ll slow you down. But I can help you get out. Even if it’s only half the way there. You need to get out of this city Jungkook, this place is dead. It just doesn’t realise it yet. There’s no need for you to die here too.”
Almost instantly Jungkook is frowning and shaking his head. “What about the people here? The survivors? We can’t leave them here to die! Is the army coming in? What’s going on? I swore to protect, and running away isn’t protecting people.”
“Officer Jeon Jungkook,” Namjoon begins, heaving himself forward until his elbows are resting on his knees and he’s wincing with the effort and pain. Almost immediately you’re moving to the open first aid kit on the bench next to him to search through what’s left. “You are protecting someone. She needs protection, and she needs to get out of the city. You are going with her.”
“But-”
“Jungkook, please. Listen to me. Do you know what I got told before we left the station? They told all the chief’s to evacuate out of the city as long as we weren’t infected. They know what this is, whatever it is. And they’re not letting it get out. The higher up’s? The people in charge? They’re already gone. The people left...they don’t care. They’re dead, whether it’s from the zombies outside or whatever the fuck they’re gonna do to clean this up. And they told me to send my officers out there to make sure people don’t leave. That’s not protecting. That’s murdering. So I’ll be damned if my officers die just to make sure they erase all the evidence. So you get out of here with her, you get out with the others and you never come back. Pretend you weren’t working. Anything. Just survive.” Namjoon looks deadly serious, causing Jungkook to swallow.
“Namjoon...we can’t just leave the people here. I’d never forgive myself.” He says weakly, but you can hear the defeat in it already. And you’re quick on the uptake, you know what’s going on here even if Jungkook isn’t willing to look it in the eye.
“Jungkook...I’ve seen enough shows and movies to know where this is going. A virus that brings people back from the dead doesn’t just occur in nature. This is something that somebody did, and it got out. If we don’t get on that helicopter...I don’t think we’re getting out. Ever.” Both of them go quiet as they take in your words before Namjoon nods.
“She’s right. It sounds totally ridiculous and far fetched but...we’re in the middle of a zombie outbreak. I think someone was doing something, and given the hush hush nature of my higher ups? This is never going to get out. Kennedy City is going to be the city that died overnight. They’ll find an excuse. It’s what they do right?”
Jungkook lets out a disbelieving nod and stands up, running his gloves hands through his hair and leaving it looking a little wild. It matches the look in his wide eyes as he shakes his head multiple times. “This is fucking crazy. Are we seriously suggesting that the government is going to eradicate a whole fucking city?”
Neither you nor Namjoon speak and he just stares you both before slumping back down. “Fuck. Fuck. Shit.”
“We need to get going. They should have got to the station by now and will be prepping the chopper. If all goes well, they’ll have cleared out the station and it’ll be a clear run for you to the top. Jungkook...get fully stocked. Whatever you need, just grab.” Jungkook doesn’t move, his face almost petulant before he nods and stands back up.
The locker he moves to this time must be a weapons locker, as he pulls out a shotgun that looks like the kind they use on TV in SWAT missions. Which makes sense, given you’re in a SWAT van and all.
“I thought we needed to be quiet?” You say quietly, pointing to the shotgun as Jungkook loads it before stuffing more shells into the pockets on a utility belt he’d clipped on. A few more go into one that he clips around your own waist and you feel it become heavier slowly as he adds more, along with a few medical items.
“We do. Ideally,” Jungkook straps a knife holster to your free thigh before slotting a lethal looking knife into it. The idea of you using a knife makes your stomach churn, but you know that you can’t feel like that now. It’s just not practical. “But we have to be realistic. I’m a good shot but there’s more of them now and there’ll be even more than when we got here. Shotguns are loud, but they’re great at short range. It’s a last resort though, it’ll attract everything in a five block radius to us.”
Namjoon nods before heaving himself into a standing position, taking a shotgun that Jungkook hands him. Looking you over, he raises a brow before offering it to you. “Do you want it? Shouldn’t really be doing this but...I don’t like the idea of you being unarmed.”
Immediately you’re shaking your head and pushing it back to Namjoon. “No, no god no. I’d probably kill one of you by accident. I’ll...I’ll be good. I have these.” You pat the knife and gun Jungkook had given you nervously, giving him a tiny smile and he sighs with a nod.
“Let’s hope you don’t have to use anything. Come on, we gotta get going. I’ll check it’s clear to leave then call you both out.” You both nod at him as he moves over to the doors stiffly, leaning an ear to them before slowly opening them. After a moment of tense silence, he slips outside and the door rests ajar.
Jungkook moves closer to you and rests a hand on your shoulder reassuringly, giving you a strained smile. “We’re gonna do it okay? We’re gonna get out of here. I swear. You definitely get the award for most interesting date though.”
Laughing, perhaps a little higher pitched than you would have liked but nerves are getting the better of you, you elbowing his armour teasingly. “Is this a date? Because this is the worst date I’ve ever been on. Just so you know.”
“At least it’s unique. Will never happen again. To anybody.” The humour is dark between you both, and you feel like the graveyard humour is probably to distract yourselves from the shit storm outside.
There’s nothing for a few seconds before a tapping on the door lets you both know that it’s time to go. Jungkook moves past you to take point before he looks back at you, eyes scanning over your already tired form.
Leaning forward, he presses the lightest kiss to your lips before moving back. “I’m really sorry. About all of this. I’m just...sorry.”
You nod in response before pushing at him to leave, swallowing thickly when he turns away and exits the van. It takes you a few seconds to have some deep breaths to build up your confidence before you follow him out of the door and into hell.
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The road outside had been momentarily clear, and the three of you had taken the opportunity to jog down the cracked sidewalk as quickly as Namjoon was able to to take advantage of the small window you’d been given. It was horrifically silent on the street, and you shivered in the cool air as every sense told you that it was wrong.
A city shouldn’t be quiet like this, it’s an unnatural state of being.
And yet in the distance, you can hear the rev’s of engines and the distant screams of people who are losing their lives. Losing a battle they didn’t even realise they’d have to make when they woke up this morning.
Watching the hunched over figure of Chief Kim Namjoon carefully, you keep a good pace behind him with Jungkook takes up the rear. It’s something you never thought you’d be doing, and you feel both safe yet in danger between the two experienced police officers.
“How far is it to this station?” You ask quietly, your voice floating gently on a breeze that brings the smell of death and decay already. It turns your stomach and you have to battle between swallowing the urge to vomit with the need to breathe evenly as you move along. There’s no time for vomiting, not now.
“It’s six blocks away, we’ll take a left just up ahead and cut through the park. Otherwise we gotta go all the way round.” Namjoon’s voice is strained and filled with pain, causing you to reach out a hand to rest against his broad back in what you hope is a comforting movement. Even if you don’t know him that well, catastrophe’s like this tend to make good friends of strangers.
You don’t respond further to him, just look back at Jungkook who gives you an inquisitive brow. Giving a quick nod and tense smile, you answer his unspoken question if you’re okay and wonder how on earth your one night stand had developed into someone who’s facial expressions you can read so easily. It’s amazing how humans work sometimes.
It’s only when Namjoon pauses at the entrance to the park that you pause in place, eyes scanning the area around you rapidly. There’s a few undead shambling down the road away from you, too interested in the people running in the distance who are making more than enough noise to pay attention to you guys.
Jungkook is pushing at your back, trying to get you to enter the leafy green space in the middle of the Southside of the city but you push back insistently. Frowning, he leans down to you and gestures with his hands as to what’s wrong.
You wonder for a moment why he’s not speaking but you then hear the stomach churning sound of bone crunching and peer around him. A closed new stand is a few metres away, its shutters down and graffiti artfully painted along the side.
Only the ground behind it is stained red, the liquid almost glinting in the morning light and you then notice the feet that lay in the middle. One foot is bare, revealing a sock with a hole on the big toe and a strangely calm part of your brain notices the splattered shoe lying just past the body.
There’s no need for Jungkook to say anything, and you frown in desperation as you spot the building you’d been looking for. Taking his arm, you drag him a little further down the street and watch as Namjoon looks at you both with frustrated confusion before following slowly.
Though he can’t be complaining too much as he leans against the iron railings heavily, letting out a deep exhalation that’s laced with an agony you can’t see.
“What are you doing? We need to get through the park and fuck knows what’s in there. We don’t have enough time to go around it.” He’s right, even if the idea of going through the park where there are dark areas and plenty of places to hide makes your stomach twist.
But still, you can’t not try. “Jungkook...that building is where my best friend lives. Taehyung, you remember him from last night? Please. He might still be in there. If we can save him too…”
Jungkook looks at you with a pained face before looking at Namjoon, who is already shaking his head negatively. “No...no we do not have time for this. Nor do we know what’s going on in there. Everyone could be dead already! This is dumb. Don’t be led by your dick.”
You make a quiet noise of protest and Namjoon’s face contorts in apology. But Jungkook is already eyeing the building calculatively, looking at the door which remains closed. You know the code to get in, but Namjoon is right. Neither of you know what’s going on in there.
“Do not do this! Either of you! Horror film 101. Don’t split up! Don’t go into the creepy buildings when you don’t know the layout. Don’t risk yourselves to save one person. It’s not worth it!” Namjoon hisses but Jungkook is already moving, crossing over the street and coming up to the black door.
“What’s the code? I’ll go in, on my own. It’ll be easier and safer that way. You stay with the Chief, he’ll protect you. Both of you, stay here and keep the exit clear. Watch for any zombies and make sure to get the fuck out of here if you have to. I’ll meet you at the station if we do get split up.” He says firmly, resting a hand on your shoulder before looking at Namjoon.
The older man stares unhappily at Jungkook before cursing quietly. “If I order you not to go?”
“What are you going to do? Arrest me? Shoot me? We don’t have time for that. You know I’m going in there Chief, and you know damn well that I’ll be coming out too. Hopefully in one piece and unbitten, but I’ll be coming out. I swear it. If it’s too hot in there, then I’ll come out. I promise.” Namjoon is cursing up the quietest storm you’ve ever heard before he suddenly presses a finger into Jungkook’s chest, pushing hard enough to make him move back slightly.
“You’re an idiot. A fucking idiot, you know that? What if you die in there? Hmm? What then? I’m already dying. How am I going to get her to the fucking station without you here? Will you just think? For a second?” Jungkook’s expression falters for a moment and you press a hand to the body armour that protects his stomach, distracting both men.
“If anything happens to Jungkook, then it’s on me. I accept that. You don’t have to go in there, as much as I want Tae to be alive...I don’t want to risk you for it. But I don’t want to go without having at least tried. We’ve seen so many die this morning already and people who died despite us trying. Surely we can save at least one right?” Namjoon stares at you for a moment, his face paler than it had been when you’d first met him before he swerves and staggers off a few feet to collapse against the wall, sliding down it slowly.
“Fine. Go. Be the hero. We’ll be out here. You have five minutes. I say five minutes because I think that’s how long it’ll take before these streets are full with the fucking undead trying to kill us. So be quick. And you better bring her best friend out and make this all worth it.” Jungkook nods quietly before looking at you, his expression grave.
Dipping down, he presses a kiss to your cheek before giving an awkward smile. “I’ll be back. I promise.”
You type in the number for the door and tell Jungkook the number for Taehyung’s door as well, frowning slightly as you watch him slip inside. “Promises never work in the films.” You mutter to yourself, causing Namjoon to snort quietly.
“Yeah well. You’re the only girl here. You’re guaranteed to survive by the laws of horror. One nubile young lady always survives to tell the tale.” You eye him for a moment, noting to yourself that he’s pretty grumpy when hurting and irritated before sliding into a crouch next to him. The two of you are silent for a minute or so, simply watching either side of the road and keeping a close eye on any of the undead who look like they may get too close.
“I’m sorry you got bit.” The words are quiet, a soft whisper against the horrific soundtrack of a city dying around you both. He lets out a quiet grunt, his long legs resting in front of him as he lets out a deep and bone weary sigh.
“Why? It’s not your fault. Unless you’re the reason this shitshow is happening. And I doubt that. Shit happens right?” Despite his bravado, you can hear the worry and fear behind his voice. You know as well as he does now that he won’t be around much longer. Or at least, he won’t be in control of his body much longer.
It must be so frightening, and you take his hand suddenly in your own in a movement of comfort.
Namjoon looks at you with wide eyes, brow creasing in confusion as he looks from your hand to your face and back. “What are you doing?”
“You’re brave. I hope you know that. And I hope you know that if we make it out of here...then I won’t forget you. Or what you’ve done for me. And we don’t know if Jungkook will make it, but if he does then I know he won’t forget you either. I may not know him very much...but even I can see that he idolises you beyond just being his boss.” The muscles in his throat work visibly as he swallows, a sheen of tears forming over his eyes before he ducks his head down.
His free hand runs through his hair once again, the strands looking paler in the morning light and the red stains even more vivid. He squeezes your hand in gratitude before looking back up with a soft smile, the dimples in his face making him look beautiful.
“Look after him, yeah? He’s a good guy. I don’t know if you’d want anything with him after...all this. But if you do, then you’ll never do better than Jeon Jungkook. He’ll do right by you. He’s honourable and probably one of the few good ones out there. So if you get together after all this shit...look after him and treat him well. He’ll do that same for you.” You bite your lip at that, the flesh quivering as you turn from him to gaze around the streets.
It’s a little busier than it had been before, the undead walking ever closer while a few survivors dart between the streets. The occasional scream or guttural cry lets you know that some of them don’t quite make it, and your heart hurts at having to do this. You should have just woken up casually with Jungkook, maybe had breakfast in bed. Maybe had a bit more sex before parting, the promise of more on both your lips.
“I don’t think now is the right time to talk about that.” You mumble, taking your hand back and letting them drop between your crouched legs. Namjoon laughs softly and nods, crooking one leg as he eyes the alley nearby to make sure nothing comes out.
“Maybe not. But in case you hadn’t noticed...I won’t get to give you advice soon. And if the rest of the guys don’t make it out, then he has no friends left. And if his family doesn’t make it out, then he has no one but you. He was an annoying kid when we were younger, always following us around and trying to get in on the action. I regret being harsh on him sometimes, but I don’t regret meeting him.” He reaches a hand out to rest on your forearm, gripping the duct tape that winds around your sleeve tightly.
“He’s my little brother, okay? Those guys who are going to that station...they’re my brothers too. But he’s special, to all of us. We’ll get you out...because we want to get him out. And he’ll never go without you now, he’s too loyal. I’m proud of him. You make sure to tell him that later, okay? I’m so proud of him and everything he’s done, and I know he can do more. He just has to survive.” You want to cry now, not sure when you’d suddenly become embroiled in a deep web of relationships forged over years of loyalty and friendship.
But you nod all the same, wiping at your eyes with a clean bit of sleeve that you can reach.
“I’ll tell him.”
Anything else you’re about to say is interrupted by the sudden opening of the door, causing you to bolt upright while Namjoon lets out a soft groan as he manages to pull himself up. You help him up, holding onto one arm while you wait with bated breath for whatever comes through the door.
The first thing you see is Jungkook’s tall frame, his waist looking thin even in his protector but he looks pretty clean and you don’t see any blood. Immediate relief washes through your body as your eyes scan him greedily, taking in the dark uniform he’s wearing and the messy hair that gleams in the low sun.
The next thing you noticed is the man he’s dragging with him forcefully, a black shirt hidden underneath a dark grey hoodie while dark red sweats adorn his legs. It’s quite possibly the worst you’ve ever seen your best friend look because there’s zero sense of fashion going on here. Hell, he’s even wearing a pair of normal Adidas trainers that you didn’t even know he owned, but the relief you’d felt at seeing Jungkook triples as you start to cry.
“TaeTae!” You cry out softly, running over and wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. He’s being loud, louder than he should be, as he bitches and complains at Jungkook loudly before noticing you in front of him. It throws him off, and he hugs you back before blinking down at you blearily.
You don’t even need to ask to know that Taehyung is probably still hungover, given the bags under his eyes, and that he was asleep as he stares at you narrowly. His face looks slightly puffy and red, a pillow crease still evident on his cheek and you feel almost jealous at how at ease he looks.
“Y/N...what are you doing here? Wait, you’re really here? He said you were. Why the fuck am I being woken up by a god damn police officer in my own bedroom at this time in the morning? It’s fucking Saturday!” He yells out in anger, arm swinging wildly for Jungkook.
The furious frown that Namjoon is wearing, combined with the weary look on Jungkook’s face has you frantically trying to get Taehyung to calm down. A quick glance around tells you that his loudness has attracted the attention of the zombies, and they’re already beginning to shamble their way over towards you until you can already hear their groans.
“Taehyung! Shut up! For gods sake, please. Just listen to me. God, I’m so glad you’re okay but you have to listen. This is gonna sound ridiculous, but I’m being serious. There’s some kind of infection in the city and people are dying and they’re coming back. Zombies, Tae. Zombies that want to eat you.” You turn him to point at the oncoming undead, his incredulous expression falling as his golden complexion pales.
“You’re joking right? Like...this isn’t serious. It’s some really fucking elaborate plan you’ve done. Zombies aren’t real, and they’re certainly not going round killing peopl-” His words are cut off when a door further down the street suddenly slams open, the young woman who runs out attracting the attention of the zombies who all turn towards her.
She takes one look at them and stumbles backwards, breath catching at the blood that stains their clothes and features along with whatever grotesque injuries they have. It’s only seconds however before she’s screaming loudly, her shrieks piercing and causing you to cringe as she practically falls over herself in an effort to get past them.
Her hastily thrown on shoes are her downfall though, an untied lace bringing her down hard onto her knees on the road surface and her cry of pain can be heard even from here. Jungkook’s hand on your back pushes you forward towards the park and you begin to jog over to the other side, Namjoon practically dragging a Taehyung who’s staring in shock.
Shock that turns to horror when the zombie closes to the girl practically falls on her, his mouth missing her neck but landing on her shoulder harshly. Her screams fill with pain as he bites down hard, vivid red staining her white shirt rapidly before another falls to his knees next to her and grabs at an arm.
It’s over far too slowly for your comfort, her screams of agony echoing around the buildings and you catch sight of people behind windows looking in shock. You can only hope that they get out and are safe, but given what you know is coming then you know their times up too.
“Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy fuck! Oh my god! What the fuck! That wasn’t real right? That’s not real, please tell me that’s not real!” Taehyung babbles, letting himself be dragged into the park before Namjoon slaps a hand over his mouth. His honey blonde hair, fluffy from whatever shower he’d taken before falling into bed is going wild and the whites of his eyes are visible even in the shade of the trees as you all run through the area.
The girls screams had distracted the zombies from you, but it’d also meant that whatever was in the park had been directed over to your direction as well. Whatever mental freak out Taehyung is having, which is totally justifiable, has to be stopped as Jungkook has you all crouching behind a wooden bench.
Just ahead of you, the paved path joins up at a little central area with plenty of other paths, an elegant water fountain in the centre made of a stone that had once been white but was now grey with age and pollution. In the very middle of this is an elegant woman, dancing in a Greek style outfit with fans creating an intricate position in her hands.
From the end of each fan, water falls back into the fountain in a graceful arch. You didn’t often come around this way, but you remember coming here on occasion with Taehyung when you’d both grabbed hotdogs or something from the nearby convenience store. It had always been a pretty fountain, tranquil and relaxing.
It’s a portent of doom now, with the aged stone darkened with red smears while the water has an unpleasant pink tinge to it. You don’t even want to look inside to see what’s in there now, but you bet it’s not coins like normal.
Not that you’d have a chance though, as all around the fountain are the corpses of people who’d tried to make it through the park. Around each one is a group of zombies, all pulling at pieces and chewing with disgusting slurping and crunching noises that has Taehyung gagging quietly.
“Shit...I can’t see what’s past them and we need to go straight through.” Jungkook whispers, shifting closer before letting his head fall against the bench. You chew your lip while Taehyung shuffles closer to you, confusion and fear written all over him.
“Well...can’t we just creep around the edges here? I mean...I know we can’t see but they can’t see us right? And as long as they’re all busy...doing that and we’re quiet then we should be okay?” Jungkook peers as best as he can, carefully creeping along the wet grass a bit more before he’s coming back and shaking his head.
“I can’t see through the trees well enough...it’s not light enough yet. But I can hear more in there...they’re in the trees too. All it takes is for one of us to not pay enough attention and then we’re caught. We make any noise, they come. They might not seem too threatening one on one but I sure as hell don’t want to get caught by a whole group of them.” Namjoon nods, a finger tracing over his lips slowly before he sighs.
“So we need to distract them right? Get them all going in one direction?” Jungkook is nodding idly, his gaze still trying to work out what he’s got to deal with but you can see the calculative look in the police chief’s face.
Immediately you’re shaking your head. “No...no. You’re not doing that. We can get around them right? Even if we get out of the park and go back around again?” You plead, grasping his arm tightly and tugging slightly. Namjoon just gives you a sad smile before Jungkook is frowning, slowly realising. Taehyung just looks confused.
“I said that I’d get you both there as far as I could. We aren’t getting past these, not without attracting them. The last thing you want is a horde of these following you out of the park, especially as you don’t know what’s on the other side.” Jungkook shakes his head, outrage written all over him.
“No! No we can do this. We can! What happened to not splitting up? What are you gonna do when you have all these chasing your ass?” He spits out quietly, fury and fear combining. You let your hand run along his back, aware that he probably can’t feel it but it feels like the right thing to do.
Namjoon smiles and shrugs before lifting his hand, revealing dark red that wets his skin from where he’d been holding his stomach. “I don’t have much longer Kook, I can feel it. I don’t really feel like I even have the energy to run if necessary, and this stopped hurting half an hour ago. Now it just feels numb...which I don’t think is good. My arm feels numb too, and...well.”
He turns his hand over and you all see the darkened veins that trace along the back, prominent against his paled skin. Swallowing, you realise what that means. His infection is probably in the end stages, and it’s only then that you realise you can see darkened veins creeping up his neck too.
Namjoon doesn’t have long anyway.
“I’d rather die helping you all to escape...especially as now you’ve saved two people whereas I couldn’t save any. Let me do this Jungkook. Let me do my duty. To the people of this city,” He gestures to you both. “And to my little brother who I swore I’d protect.”
Jungkook’s lip quivers violently and he wipes at his tears, uncaring that they’re following as he shakes his head childishly. “No...no we can help you. We can. Please don’t do this Namjoon, please chief. Please.”
Namjoon moves closer to the younger man, resting both hands on the ground by Jungkook’s thighs and smiling so beautifully at him. “Hey...you’re gonna do fine. You’re gonna get out of here, and you’re going to save these two. I know you will, I have faith in you. Let me save you. If I’m going to die..then I want it to for a reason and not just because the damn infection took me.”
“But...Joonie…” The despair in Jungkook’s voice is heartbreaking, his tone so soft and meek. Namjoon looks at you and nods with a gentle smile, leading you to wrap your arms around Jungkook’s shoulders and hug tightly.
“You’ll be good. I swear. Take care of each other, please. Don’t make this worthless yeah? Give me a few minutes till they’re all gone, then go. Get to Station 8 and get the fuck out of here, please.” You nod, fully aware that Jungkook is not listening properly right now and you can see Taehyung nodding solemnly as well.
It must be terrifying to wake up in this world and watch someone sacrifice themselves when you barely know them. Not that you know Namjoon much more, but you know him enough already to feel unbelievable sadness at his loss.
“Joonie…” Jungkook pleads again but Namjoon darts away, staggering slightly as he stands and you frown.
“Get behind that in case any of them come from the trees. I don’t want you to get caught in the crossfire. Remember...wait till most of them are gone.” He says before smiling. You practically drag Jungkook further back against the bench until you’re mostly hidden by the overgrown bush that sits behind it.
A quiet sob leaves Jungkook as he watches his oldest friend, his mentor, his elder brother and his boss walk out onto the path quickly. The shotgun he’d been carrying is cocked, the sound echoing and almost painfully loud.
It wouldn’t matter though, as Namjoon shouts out loud to attract the attention of the undead. “Hey, ugly fuckers. Yeah you...look over here. Nice...warm meat. Come on...follow me!” He yells out, walking closer until the groans of the zombies get louder as they begin to rise.
Already, you can see shadows walking through the trees and you chew your lip, hoping this works.
Namjoon raises the shotgun and fires at the nearest zombie, blowing its head off in a grotesque scene that has Taehyung finally throwing up as quietly as he can. But the noise doesn’t matter as the chief fires again, the sound blasting and covering up any other noise.
“Come on fuckers!” With that, Namjoon half jogs, half staggers down one of the paths away from the one you need. It’s with agonisingly slow movements that the zombies begin to follow him, their groans loud with need and hunger as they move away from you.
It’s terrifying as some come through the trees, only metres away from where you hide but they’re so focused on the sounds coming from the police chief that they don’t even notice. The shotgun fires a few more times, encouraging them to keep following the noise that signifies there’s life until after a few minutes, there’s only a few stragglers left behind.
You hug Jungkook tightly the whole time, his clean gloves pressed to his eyes as he sobs softly at the sound of one of the most important people in his life sacrificing himself. His body shakes and you stroke through his hair gently, whispering soft words of comfort and reassurance to him as you keep watch.
Your strong and proud police officer breaks down as quietly as he can in the middle of a zombie outbreak until you tap at his chest lightly. “Jungkook...sweetheart...I know it hurts but we need to go. We need to go now, it’s pretty clear and we’ve got a straight shot. Let’s go while we can.”
He doesn’t move for a full minute, his eyes blank as he stares into nothing while tears continue to fall. You almost worry that he’s not going to move, that he’s going to lay here until a zombie trips over him and he meets the end.
But he finally gets to his knees, resting his hands on his thighs for a moment before he stands and looks in the direction you need to go in. His face sours slightly before he gestures to you both listlessly.
“Come on...let’s get the fuck out of here.” You frown and grab hold of Taehyung’s hand, following closely behind the police officer who practically stamps his way onto the path and past the fountain. Sure enough, you don’t take a look inside but Taehyung gags at whatever’s in there and you applaud your decision.
The sounds of Namjoon and the zombies have almost disappeared and it’s almost eerie how silent it’s become once again, none of you caring all that much for the few stragglers that have noticed your existence. There’s not enough to worry about and they’re moving too slow to be a worry.
But you are worried about Jungkook, whose face is almost like stone as he leads you through the park with an experience that makes you wonder if maybe he’s patrolled here before.
Taehyung squeezes your hand, looking at you with concern and you give a strained smile back before shrugging. He swallows and looks at Jungkook, his eyes tracing over the white K.C.P.D that’s emblazoned along the back of his protector.
“I’m sorry,” Taehyung whispers quietly, eyes scanning your surroundings and you feel almost proud at how quickly he’s adapted. Your best friend has always been smart, and you’re thankful that he’s here with you. “For erm, for Namjoon. I wish…”
Jungkook pauses and shakes his head, giving Taehyung a tired look as the corners of his lips quirk slightly. “It’s okay, it’s not your fault. Namjoon...the chief was dead the moment he got bit. I at least got to...see him before…” He trails off, swallowing thickly and turns back to continue his brisk pace.
You go to comfort him, rushing forward to reach out when all three of you pause at the sound of one gunshot that ricochets through the quietness. Birds shriek and abandon the trees around you, causing you to cringe slightly as you look in the direction it had come from.
The direction Namjoon had gone in.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what happened, one gunshot from a handgun from a man who was already dying. You wouldn’t want to turn into one of them either.
It makes Jungkook choke though, a shaking hand pressing to his mouth as he stifled a sob and you rush to him. Running your hands over his arms, you coo softly as he drops his head to your shoulder and takes a moment to grieve for what he’s just lost.
“It’s okay Jungkook, it’s okay to grieve and mourn. But we need to go, we need to go now and make sure that he didn’t die in vain. Okay? We need to go.” You whisper to him, cupping his face until he’s looking at you through tears and nodding slowly.
“Yeah...yeah okay. We...we’ll go.”
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Namjoon's distraction must have been loud enough to warrant the rest of the zombies on the other side of the park following in his direction too, as when you all exit carefully you're met with an almost empty street. A few that had been more interested in their food are focused on the corpses that are laid around, too broken to rise and Jungkook carefully leads you around them them all.
A glance down the street lets you see a mass of zombies all facing away from you, the sheer number causing you to swallow with nerves as you grip onto Taehyung's hand tighter.
The man in question gives you a tight smile, the unhappiness of the whole events written all over his face and you wish you could console him. You wish that you could make things better, go back to the night before and somehow stop all this happening.
"You've got really great taste, you know that?" He whispers to you before nodding his head ahead of you both. Jungkook's broad back is noticeable against the grim emptiness of the street and you give a small smile, shrugging your shoulders slightly. "We're in the middle of a freaking zombie outbreak and you managed to sleep with a noble police officer. Unreal."
"Yeah, one who was willing to come find your ass and risk his life to save you. So don't do anything dumb okay? Please, for the love of god. We all need to be smart now." Taehyung eyes you for a moment, a little winded from the brisk pace Jungkook has set up but he doesn't complain.
Instead he just nods in acknowledgement before looking back at the quiet police officer. His silence makes you worry, and you wonder for a moment if you would have cared for him this much if you'd never slept with him last night. Or if he'd care this much for you.
Still, his obvious grief makes you drag Taehyung a little closer to him until you can grasp at the tape wrapped around his arms. Jungkook pauses for a small moment before eyeing you quietly, a question written in his eyes that you can understand already.
Nothing like a life threatening situation to get close to someone.
"Are you okay?" You whisper softly, your voice as quiet as you can get it. Not that it matters right now, as most of the horde are down the other end of the street. But none of you know what lies ahead and no one wants to be the reason that someone else gets killed.
He gives a brief nod before letting out a sigh, holding his handgun in front of him while he checks it over. You know as well as he does that he doesn't need to, that he already knows that weapon inside and out.
But it's a defence mechanism, a coping mechanism that will let him distract himself if only for a few seconds and so you allow it.
"No. But I won't be until we're out of here. I'm getting you both out, I swear." He sounds firm, and you know that Jungkook will either do what he says or he'll die trying.
You really wish he wouldn't, but that's something you have no choice in.
"Are Namjoon's...parents here?" You pause halfway through speaking, suddenly remembering the police chief's words to you about Jungkook. Your own family are hundreds of miles away, safe in Valentine City while Taehyung's own are down in Weskerville. They're safe, but Jungkook's are right here in Kennedy City.
He doesn't let on about the emotional agony he's likely suffering though, just gives a weak smile and nods his head. "Yeah. We both grew up in Burton, it's a suburb just on the outskirts of Kennedy. It's...it's in the city limits."
The choke of his throat lets you know that he's probably finally realising that his family is in trouble. It must be even worse with the knowledge that you could help them if you were there, but even you know that Burton is twenty minutes away by taxi on a good day. And there's no public transport running right now evidently, so buses and the subway were out too.
"Did...I mean...do either of you know how this started? I mean, you're a police officer right? You should know something at least." Taehyung asks, his deep voice almost feathersoft as he keeps it quiet.
You all round a corner and breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of an almost empty street. Thank goodness that people were probably still sleeping. Either that, or they were adhering to the emergency protocol that was likely blasting on phones, television and more telling them to stay indoors.
It's what you'd do if you needed a population to stay indoors to prevent the infection from getting out even further, or causing mass panic.
"We don't know Tae, no one does. Namjoon told us that it's a virus and it can spread by blood, bites or scratches even. So...don't get hurt and don't ingest anything. Please." His eyes widen in horror.
"It's probably a bioweapon of some kind. I can't think of any other reason as to why you'd want to create something as fucked as this unless you're wanting to use it as a weapon against someone. Although why they let it out here is beyond me. We have no major pharmaceutical companies or military here in Kennedy. It's just...civilians and businesses." Jungkook sounds desperate, leaving you both for a moment to jog across the road and check out a corner to see what's beyond it.
You huddle with Taehyung in front of a shop front, the metal shutters covered in graffiti from long ago and a smear of dark red blood sliding along the bottom. The stain carries on to the floor, and it's with a gulp that you notice the handprints and bootprints that eventually stand up and move off.
Some things didn't stay dead when they'd been attacked here. Some of them got back up and carried on walking.
"It's fucked Tae, it's so fucked. We're going to a police station where the rest of Jungkook's station has gone to secure it. There's a helicopter there and we're getting out on it. Namjoon told us...they're going to do something to the city. Something that'll wipe it and this virus from the map." You wish that Taehyung looked surprised, outraged like you had.
Instead he just looked bleak, shrugging before nodding.
"Makes sense right?" You stare at him with wide eyes.
"What do you mean makes sense? The government's going to cover this up! That's not right Tae!" You hiss at him, pointing angrily around the blood and gore soaked street and to the small huddle of zombies a few hundred feet away that gorge themselves on a corpse.
Further down the street, you see more survivors darting their way across the road in quick and steady movements. There's people living here, uninfected people who could live and get out. People who haven't even left their homes yet.
Thousands of people who could survive, if the government would just try.
"Think about it. Think about it logically. You've got this virus that you can't control right? And it's hugely infectious, just cleaning this street is a biohazard that could result in an infection. Do you really want that getting out? Infecting more people in the world? How many people will try to save a loved one when they've been bitten, unwilling to kill them because they're still a person? These aren't people anymore. And if this got out, if people across the world found out about this? It's be a global pandemic, it's be chaos and fear. People accusing people, murdering people because they just think someone's infected. So you stop it like you do a weed, you burn out the root and you destroy any evidence." You always hated that Taehyung was logical about stuff, but it had done him well in his political advisor status for the up and coming politicians of the city.
Right now though, it made your stomach turn because he was right. You didn't like what the government was going to do, but how do you stop something like Kennedy City happening to the world?
"They're going to get away with it. Whoever did this." Taehyung laughs quietly and nods, a wry smile on his lips.
"Yeah, they are. Because in real life that's how it goes. I feel like this was a testing ground, to see what it would do. Maybe it did exactly what they wanted, or maybe they realised it was too much. Either way, they won't get caught. Whoever this is has too much money and influence to get caught." You grit your teeth angrily, hands balling into fists as you scowl at the floor.
"For once, I'd like this shitty film scenario to actually turn out in our favour and the bad guys lose." Taehyung's arm wraps around your shoulders and he hugs you to him tightly, giving you a quiet smile.
"Hey, maybe they killed themselves letting this virus out. Or maybe they got killed by one of their creations. Karma is a bitch remember." Yeah, you hope it is. And you hope it takes down the fuckers who did this.
He doesn’t say anything for a moment and you frown, suddenly remembering something you’d wanted to ask him earlier. “Do you know where Chaeyoung went last night? She didn’t go home with you evidently?”
Taehyung shakes his head, looking the street with a sigh. “No, after you left the bar got a little crazy so we left. Went to a few other places but at the last one some asshole guy tried to get it on with her and when she tried to push him away, he bit her. Asshole. She called Seokjin and he took her to hospital as it was bleed-...oh.”
He trails off with sudden realisation as you both realise that it wasn’t just an asshole guy last night. Almost immediately you look at each other with tears in your eyes, mourning the loss of your other best friend. Because she’d undoubtedly been infected, and you have no doubt that the hospital would be on of the worst places to be. Seokjin was probably gone too.
“Shit, oh shit.” Taehyung whispers but neither of you get chance to say anything else.
Jungkook jogs over to you both and gives you a grim look, sighing deeply as he stands next to you. Automatically your hand moves to his arm, stroking gently even if he can't actually feel it. It seems to comfort him though as he gives you a slight smile before he frowns at your tears.
You shake your head, letting him know not to question it and he doesn’t, instead just wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you tight into him for a moment.
“Good news first...the station is two blocks up the street and within sight.” You nod seriously, holding your breath as he lets out his own once more. “Bad news? We had it lucky until now. That street...it’s fucked. I think people were trying to get to the police station and there’s just cars everywhere...and zombies. A lot...of zombies.”
Taking your hands from him, you start to wring them nervously as your stomach feels like it’s almost buzzing in anxiety. “Like...more than the park?”
Jungkook watches you for a moment before nodding grimly. “Way more. I don’t...I don’t know if we can make it through them all if I’m honest. It’s not just a matter of being fast...it’s about not being seen or not being caught. And I don’t know if I can get you through that...so I have an idea and you’re probably not going to like it.”
Frowning, you glance over at Taehyung to see him shrug at you with a confused face. Whatever’s going through the police officers mind, you hope it’s something tactical that will keep all three of you alive.
Because you’re not sure how affected Jungkook is by Namjoon’s death, and the last thing you want is him doing some kind of suicide run.
And unfortunately, to say you barely know the man, it seems that you’re right.
“I’m gonna like do like Namjoon did...I’m gonna draw them away from the station and take their attention. You and Taehyung go straight there. It should be easy for you both if you stick to the buildings. I’ll do a loop and come back around the back of them to meet up with you both then we can head in.” Immediately you’re shaking your head.
“No...no Jungkook. You said yourself to Namjoon...no splitting up. We have no need to split up, not now. We can...distract some other way right? I mean, you took a shit load of stuff from that SWAT van, you’ve got something right? Explosives or something? They have those to get through doors right?” Jungkook frowns at you, before a thoughtful expression comes on his face.
“I have smoke grenades but I doubt they’ll do anything. We don’t keep explosives in the van shockingly enough and they obviously didn’t have time to stock it properly. I don’t...I mean...it’s not gonna do anything.” He sighs quietly.
You eye the radio on him and look at the corner, chewing your lip. “No...but your friends are in the station right? Where I’m going to assume they have something like that, yeah? Maybe they could help us out?”
Taehyung nods with a smile that starts to grow before his hands are raising in excitement. “Yeah! If they can get something together, then they could cause a distraction on the other side of the station...get all of them to go there and then the ways mostly clear for us right? We just need to get them moving enough that they won’t notice us.”
“I don’t...maybe? I’ll try.” Jungkook glances around to check that the street is fairly clear before speaking into his radio. “Is anyone here? This is Officer Jeon, we’re down the street. Did any of you make it into Station 8?”
There’s silence for a few moments before the radio crackles, spine tinglingly loud in the quiet of the dead city and you all look around in worry. “Jeon...it’s Park. We’re here, we got in. It’s not...perfect in here but we’ve mostly cleared it out. I don’t know how you’ll get in though…we attracted a little attention on the way in and we’re on the verge of being swarmed. We’ve got the copter ready to go so if you can make it through, over.”
Jungkook looks conflicted before resting the radio against his head and speaking again in a low tone. “Yeah, we’re two blocks in the direction of Romero Park. It’s pretty empty here. We erm...Chief’s gone. So it’s me and two civilians. I don’t have enough firepower to get us through and my civilians won’t let me try to lead the zombies away. Do you...have something there that you can use to make a distraction, maybe around the back of the station so they’ll all get distracted and head down the block or something? Explosives? Over.”
“Aw shit...fuck. Namjoon...I’m sorry Jungkook. I know you were close. We don’t have any explosives on us, and there’s nothing in the weapon’s locker here-” Abruptly Officer Park stops talking and you faintly overhear another voice before a third gets involved. Park asks something out of earshot of the radio before coming back. “Okay, Yoongi says that the back is pretty empty but it’s also fenced off from the rest of the station. We could get the zombies to follow us around the back and herd them in there. Hoseok found some confiscated fireworks early, so we can use those to keep their attention and let you guys slip through. It’s not gonna get them all to come to us, but it should be enough. Over.”
The sheer look of hope on all of your faces would probably be comical to someone else in another time, but you feel like hugging both men tightly. It’s a small window of hope, but it’s better than what you’d had.
“Hey, it’s better than what I was thinking. If you guys can set that up and let us know when to go then we’ll try and get there as fast as possible. Someone’s going to need to be at the front door to let us in. Over.” Jungkook gives a small smile to the both of you and your heart swells in appreciation of him, trying so hard to save you.
“Yoongi will go distract them, I’ll be at the door for you. Be quick. Park out.” You smile at them before grabbing one of their hands each, swinging them with excitement.
“It’s a chance, a good chance! If this works out then we’ll be out of here finally!” Jungkook gives you a tight lipped smile while Taehyung equally looks bleak, causing you to frown at them both as nerves swirl through you.
“Yeah...a chance. It’s a chance for everything to fuck up too. Yoongi’s going to have be good, and we’re going to have to hope everything goes right. We don’t get do-overs in these kinds of situations.” It sobers you all as Jungkook says it, and you lower your head as your arms hug your stomach tightly.
Without saying a word, Jungkook pulls you closer and wraps you in a tight hug. It feels a little awkward with the armour between your chests, but you still appreciate his attempt to soothe your worries and you hug him back just as tightly.
“I’m going to go keep watch until we get the go ahead, you need to get ready yeah?” He whispers before pressing a kiss to your forehead and nodding at Taehyung. You watch him walk off before Taehyung steps up next to you and slings an arm around your shoulders.
“He’s a good guy, and he obviously likes you. Even in the middle of a zombie outbreak. I hope you both make it, if only to at least try something.” His deep voice is just as comforting and you wrap your arms tightly around his waist.
“Thanks, but feelings generated in a life or death situation usually don’t last. I think I’ll just settle for us all getting out of here alive right now.” You whisper softly, pressing yourself into him and inhaling the familiar scent of Taehyung as you hug tightly. He doesn’t say anything else, just keeps vigilant watch while his hand strokes at your back slowly.
“Guys, come on. I think they’re getting ready.” Jungkook whisper shouts to you, causing you both to jog over to where he stands and peer around the corner. It’s the first time that you’ve seen what lies ahead, and it makes you swallow heavily at the sight of so many undead.
They’re practically swarming the street, most walking aimlessly and bumping off each other, cars and walls. The sound isn’t too loud from here, but you have no doubt that there’s likely sounds that will make your stomach turn and you don’t even want to imagine the stench of hundreds of dead people.
Jungkook is right though, there’s no way that you could get through them all. That would have been a true death sentence.
For a few moments, you wonder if maybe his fellow police officers have backed out. But then you notice the zombies furthest away are suddenly moving towards some noise you can’t hear. Looking to Jungkook, he grabs your hand before pulling out his handgun once again and nodding for you both to follow him.
“Jeon? Jeon go, go now. You’ll have stragglers but it should be fine. Knock three times. Over.” You presume it’s Office Park on the radio again but you don’t have time to consider properly as Jungkook has you both half jogging down the road.
The zombies, which you’re pretty sure would be called in a horde in a film or television show, were now all walking down one of the side streets along the side of what you presumed was the police station. True to their word, there were stragglers though that either hadn’t heard the noise or were simply uninterested.
The road was ridiculous, just like Jungkook had told you. Cars were strewn all over the place, even on the sidewalks as people had made desperate attempts to reach the police. Police vehicles had their lights still flashing, blue and red highlighting closed stores and broken windows, while a few cars smoked quietly from where they’d been rammed into others.
“Guys be careful, there’s broken glass all over the floor and who knows whose blood that is.” You whisper to them both, noting the nod Jungkook gives from the front while Taehyung acknowledges with a quiet murmur.
It almost works perfectly as you move down the building in quick and steady strides, the sound of your footsteps almost quiet against the sidewalk until you come up to a van which had mounted the side haphazardly. The three of you are taken by surprise when a zombie suddenly lurches forward from behind it, groaning loudly with his arms outstretched to you while his broken and bloody fingers flex in a constant grabbing motion.
“Oh shit!” Taehyung shouts out loud, immediately attracting the attention of any zombies who hadn’t been lured by the appealing sounds coming from the back of the station. Jungkook himself is taken by surprise and falls backwards against the building, his hands coming up quickly and the sharp rapport of his gun firing echoes around the street.
The zombies head explodes in a gruesome fashion, splattering blood all over the dirty white van and Taehyung starts to breathe alarmingly fast. Grabbing his arm, you look at him in concern as his golden skin pales while Jungkook curses out loud.
“We need to go, now. Really bad. I think we just fucked things up.” He grabs the two of you and yanks you forward, trying to pull you both as fast as he possibly can past the broken cars.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Taehyung mumbles, his hand on his stomach as he tries to keep up. You whisper consolations to him as you try to keep him going while waving to Jungkook, telling him to focus on the looming danger ahead.
Part of the horde has become attracted to the sound of Jungkook firing, letting them realise that there’s something just as tasty on this side of the road too. Some of them are already peeling off, beginning to move towards you and joining with those who had never moved towards the station in the first place.
Jungkook has holstered his handgun while on the move and pulls his shotgun free, cocking it before he fires on one that gets a little too close to him. The noise is almost deafeningly loud and you flinch slightly, stumbling at the roar of the gun as it goes off. Taehyung’s hands on your back steady you and the three of you weave through the cars desperately.
You can see the police station now, the KCPD logo big and bold against the front along the logo of the police department. Station 8 is written underneath and you’d feel a sense of relief at it, if it wasn’t for the blood and corpses that litter the front. People who’d tried and failed.
Though there’s some consolation, in that they were obviously too damaged enough to come back to life. Unless they were zombies that had been taken out by the police.
“Ah, shit!” You curse, too distracted by the front of the station to notice that Jungkook had gotten just far enough to leave a gap. A zombie shambles it’s way inbetween, it’s lower jaw missing and leaving a horrific, gaping mess that drips blood, drool and more. Gurgling erupts from its throat and you throw yourself out of the way, knocking into Taehyung who falls to the floor with a curse.
“Tae!” His name falls from your lips but he waves you away, pushing himself back up with a wince. Jungkook is already looking back with wide eyes but before he can do anything, the zombie’s head suddenly explodes into a disgusting spray of blood and brain matter.
Flinching, you quickly check to make sure none got on you before looking down at the zombie with shock. It’s head is almost non-existent and a sharp crack suddenly reaches your ears. Before you can even focus, Jungkook is grabbing your wrist and pushing you forwards with a grunt while Taehyung follows close behind.
“What the fuck?” You gasp out, fumbling to pull out your own gun and thumbing the safety off like Jungkook had shown you. Taehyung eyes bulge slightly at the sight of the gun in your hands but he’s shut up when you thrust the other into his hands.
You know he’s never fired a gun in his life but this is one of those situations where it’s better to at least have it, so you just hope he has the guts to pull the trigger if necessary. And so will you.
“Hoseok,” Jungkook gets out, panting as he fires again and lets you lead through the cars to the front gates of the station. Another astoundingly loud crack whips through the street and a zombie that had been approaching you is taken out, a perfect headshot causing it to fall to the floor. “He’s the station’s SWAT sniper. Guess he had to use that rifle Namjoon mentioned.”
If you get to meet this man, you’re certainly going to shake his hand to thank him for saving your life with his exceptional aim. But for the moment, you just focus on the trouble ahead of you. The station is so close and you’re passing the street that the zombies had been corralled down, the bodies already turning in confusion towards the gunfire coming from you guys.
And then fireworks start from the back. They’re loud, almost unbearably loud against the silence of the city and you cringe slightly at the sound of them.
Jungkook swears behind you. “Shit, this was actually a terrible idea. That’s gonna draw everything with a ten block radius to us.”
“Well it doesn’t matter right now, because none of them are paying any attention to us.” Taehyung says, his voice at a completely normal level as he pants slightly before pointing at the zombies around you.
He’s right, and you note with fascination for a moment that every zombie has suddenly stopped and almost seems to be staring at nothing. It’s almost like the loudness of the fireworks has overloaded what limited senses they have and they’re stunned into nothing.
“Fucking move then!” Jungkook snarls, shoving your shoulder hard. You’d be annoyed at him for being so blunt, but you understand his frustration and worry. Once the fireworks have stopped, then there’s nothing to stop them all coming at you and the station. Six people against hundreds, probably thousands, is not a good ratio.
The three of you practically sprint to the station, hopping over the hoods of cars before running up the stairs. Silence falls as Jungkook slams his hand against the door in three booming knocks, the sound ringing out as the fireworks stop. There’s a moment of nothing, before the groaning and snarling starts again.
Turning, you watch with wide eyes as the zombies all begin to move towards the station with determined steps, no matter how staggering. They know there’s fresh meat in here now, and the numbers are already beginning to swell as undead begin to add to the numbers from down side streets where they had been hiding.
You hope to god that helicopter works, otherwise none of you are leaving this building.
“Fuck sake, Officer Park!” Jungkook is hitting the door again in desperation, the three of you swallowing nerves as it remains suspiciously quiet on the other side of the door. What if he isn’t going to open the door? What if there’s a zombie in there that they didn’t clear out? What if he’s gone? “Jimin!”
A few seconds of silence truly test your nerves, eyes widening as you raise your gun to the zombies that are already beginning to spill into the small courtyard and begin firing indiscriminately. You’re certainly not a good shot, but you’re pleased to at least take out one or two in the rounds that you fire.
Taehyung is doing the same as Jungkook is cursing up a storm next to you, firing his shotgun repeatedly until all three guns are clicking on empty. You almost want to cry as Jungkook pulls out his handgun, ready to make a final stand to try and save you all.
It’s then that you hear the sound of chains clanking from behind the door before it creaks open finally, a blonde head of hair with dark roots peering through the door with wide eyes and a pale face.
“Shit, get in, get in!” He curses through full lips that even at a quick glance you can see are dry and chapped. No doubt he’s not getting enough to drink in this whole stupid situation and the stress is likely causing him to chew the hell out of them.
“Fucking hell Park! What the hell was that?!” Jungkook roars in anger as you run inside, helping the shorter and slighter officer to push the door closed and lock it again. Almost immediately it vibrates as zombies begin to push at it, shaking ominously until you’re swallowing.
That door won’t hold, you just know it. The boards across the windows probably won’t hold either, and you curse the fact a police station doesn’t have barred windows.
Officer Park Jimin is covered in blood, his uniform stained even darker than the black of Jungkook’s while red streaks through his hair. His face is clean though, and so are his hands but you still look him over quickly.
A shotgun is in his hands, almost hugged to his chest and the protector that covers his torso as he lets out a soft sigh. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! We have to go, we have to go now. This station isn’t secured anymore, there’s still some in here. I got caught on my way here once I’d helped Yoongi. We need to get to the roof.”
Jungkook almost immediately steps back and looks the officer over. Jimin sighs and holds his arms out before spinning around to let you all get a good look at his body. “I wasn’t bit, but I have no ammo left. It’s all up on the roof with Hoseok.”
“We’ve got some magazines spare but I’m out of shotgun ammo, used it out there.” Jungkook says, reaching over to you and taking your gun and a magazine from one of the holsters he’d attached to you earlier in the morning. Jimin thanks him and begins to lead you all through the reception area, red smears all along the walls and the desk while paper and debris are all over the room.
“You know Jeon, this was a really bad fucking idea. Everything’s going to be coming to us now.” Jimin curses quietly, moving through the station with quick and easy strides that make you wonder if perhaps he was stationed here at some point. You’d ask, but you’re not sure he wants a new person asking him questions right now.
“Yeah well, it got us in here. We just need to get out now.” The rooms you pass are dark, the lights out while some are boarded up. You don’t even want to know what’s in them, but you’re given an idea when you all step over various bodies of fallen police officers and general civilians.
Some were visible zombies whereas some obviously met their maker much earlier.
As you all reach a set of stairs near the back of the station, a sudden load groan is met with a crack from the front where you’d just come from. All four of you freeze and look back through the empty corridor towards the entrance and a soft ‘fuck’ comes from Taehyung as the first zombies begin to walk through.
The door had failed, like you’d thought.
“Oh shit.” Jimin says simply, his tone curiously blank. A sudden slam from your right causes you all to jump while Jungkook and Jimin are immediately raising their weapons, ready to fire until a loud yell causes them to stop.
“Not me you idiots!” A lean man with dark hair shouts at them, face wrinkled together in frustration as he jogs over to you all. The name on his body armour reads ‘Y. Min’, and you guess this is the Yoongi everyone has mentioned.
He must be pretty brave, to put himself on the line like he did to distract the main bunch.
“We need to go, we need to go right now.” He says quickly, pushing at you all towards the stairs. You start to climb without complaint, giving him a brief smile as Taehyung does the same. Jimin and Jungkook are a little slower though, looking at him in confusion.
“We have no back door anymore and there is a whole fucking horde coming through to us.” Jungkook lets out a groan before gesturing to the corridor with an exhausted expression.
“Great, they can meet up with their undead friends there.” Yoongi looks over and takes them in before his shoulders fall and he curses.
“Fuck. I should have gone to Costa Rica when my parents asked.” He whispers quietly before looking at Jimin and pointing up the stairs. “Go, get the copter going right now. We’ll follow, but we have to try and at least hold them off till you’re ready to fly. Tell Hoseok to be ready in case anything happens.”
Jimin nods quickly and sprints up the stairs, disappearing quickly while you look at them both. You’re all still moving, but not nearly as fast as you’d like to think you should. “Shouldn’t we go too?” You ask meekly, looking at Taehyung and grasping his hand in reassurance.
Jungkook looks at you and sighs. “The copter is probably fuelled and ready, but it won’t turn on immediately. Jimin is gonna need a few minutes to get it all ready for us to go. These things are slow one on one, but I think we’ve all seen that as a group they overwhelm quickly. If we don’t hold them off, then they’ll get onto the roof and overwhelm us.”
You didn’t think they were that fast, but a quick glance down the staircase lets you see that there’s already some that have begun the climb. It’s only then that you notice the loudness that surrounds you, so alien in comparison to the eerie silence you’d experienced over the last few hours.
It’s filled with the groans, moans and grunts of the undead. Shivers cause the hair on your skin to rise as you hear it, and you wonder if anyone in the city realised that their death would sound like this.
A shotgun blast roars over the zombies and you watch as a few fall back down the stairs. It holds them off for a few moments before those behind simply climb over the top and carry on towards you all. Yoongi fires again while Jungkook begins to fire his own gun, taking out individual zombies and destroying the kneecaps on others.
Those who can’t walk try to crawl up the stairs, but they manage to knock over a few more to create almost a weird zombie roadblock.
Looking at you, Jungkook waves at you. “Keep going up, just get to the top floor! The roof door is the last one, it’s metal. You need to get there, give me your magazines.”
You fumble with them before handing them over to his hands shaking as he quickly shoves them into pockets and changes the magazine in his own gun. Another insistent look has Taehyung and you scurrying up the stairs. The building doesn’t look tall from the outside, but when you’re being chased by zombies it’s suddenly the Burj Khalifa.
Thankfully, the staircase seems to have been well cleared out before and you both manage to avoid the bodies that litter the area. “Come on, Tae, we’re almost there.” You gasp out until you’re both faced with a metal door at the very end.
Bursting through it, you come face to face with a gun and let out a little squeak. The man behind it has a blank look on his face, his eyes hard and his dark hair carelessly swept away from his face. Almost immediately your hands come up with Taehyung lets out a noise behind you as well.
As soon as he registers that you’re human and not a zombie though, his eyes warm up immediately and he lowers the gun before letting out a breath. You’re guessing this is Hoseok, the final member of Jungkook’s station. The white letters of his surname, Jung, are almost invisible beneath the blood.
Slung around his shoulder is a ridiculously long gun, its barrel almost reaching the floor while you see a large scope on it as well. A useless weapon in close combat, you have no doubt, but lethal at range from what you’d seen.
The helicopter is already running at this point, the blades swirling around rapidly while you spot Jimin inside with a helmet on his head. Hoseok leans towards you, his hair whipping around from the wind generated by the helicopter before he points behind you.
“Where are they?”
“They’re coming up the staircase. There’s zombies, they’re coming.” You pant out, chest hurting from the flights of stairs you’d climbed to reach them. Hoseok nods firmly before moving past you and looking down the stairs. Almost immediately he begins firing, causing you to swallow while you push Taehyung towards the helicopter.
“Get in, get in it.” He grabs at you, causing you to smile as you watch him before following him. The noise of the blades and engine is almost deafening inside but Jimin smiles at you both before pointing at the headsets that are hooked up onto the ceiling.
Taehyung and you both belt yourselves in before placing the headsets on your ears and giving relieved smiles to each other.
“Are they almost here?” Jimin asks, pressing switches at the front and constantly looking back at the roof door. You nod before saying it out loud, your own eyes watching desperately for Jungkook.
The dark figure of Hoseok comes barreling out of the door, sprinting towards the helicopter where he throws his rifle onto the floor beside you before swinging himself into the co-pilot seat. You presume that he also knows how to fly or something, as he pulls a helmet onto his own head and begins to press switches on his side and technical talk starts filtering through the speakers on your ears.
Finally, you see Jungkook come out and turn around, waiting for Yoongi. The sound of the helicopter means you can only see them talking, but there looks to be an argument between them both as Jungkook begins gesturing wildly towards the helicopter and back at the staircase.
Yoongi is pointing towards the helicopter repeatedly, his face stern while Jungkook’s gets more pleading, his hands held out in prostration. He’s begging for something, and you don’t know what.
Taehyung looks at you, his brows raised in confusion and you simply shrug. You have no idea what’s going on. It’s only when Yoongi suddenly reaches out and pushes Jungkook harshly, almost knocking him over that you realise.
Almost immediately, Yoongi disappears behind the door and it slams shut. The four of you curse inside the helicopter before Jungkook is back up and banging on the door. There’s no handle from this side and your hand is on your mouth in horror as you watch him hit it and yell loudly before his head finally drops to the metal, shoulders shaking.
There’s nothing said by anyone for a few moments before Jungkook turns around and jogs over to the helicopter, his eyes suspiciously red.
“What the fuck? What did he do?” Hoseok shouts through the headsets, causing you to wince from the sheer loudness of it but you can hear the panic in his voice. Jimin joins in, causing Jungkook to stop them both with a sharp slide of his hand as he slides the helicopter door shut.
“Fly Jimin. While we can.” You frown as Jimin does nothing before he turns back around, the helicopter jerking before it begins to climb into the air. He’s speaking into the radio to some control centre, giving his police badge number and lying that there’s Namjoon on board with you all.
Looking at Jungkook, you reach over and take his his hand before squeezing. He looks at you despondently, tears starting to fall from eyes as he sniffs into the microphone.
“What happened? Why did he do that?” Your voice is soft and gentle, and the sight of the buildings getting smaller must encourage Jungkook to feel safe as he coughs slightly.
“The door...to the roof is a push bar right? Well you can’t lock it from our side, so if we’d both left then they would have got through. We could have ended up all gone and it all going to shit. But there’s a deadbolt on the inside. Yoongi stayed behind to lock the door so they couldn’t get up, at least not immediately.” His lip trembles and he looks out the window quickly, leaving you all to sit in stunned silence.
“Idiot. Brave idiot.” Hoseok whispers, his voice suspiciously thick but none of you question it. You can’t question it, because you fully understand.
Looking at Jungkook, you just stroke his thigh quietly while holding his hand, letting him know that you’re there. Meeting him last night was probably the most fortuitous thing you’d ever done and you were beyond thankful to the two men who had given up their lives so that you would be saved.
Smiling slightly, you squeeze Jungkook’s hand. “Namjoon told me to tell you that he was proud of you. And you did it, like he said you would. You got us out. Thank you.”
His lip trembles violently before he’s crying silently, tugging his gloves off to wipe at his eyes with unstained hands. You don’t say anymore, simply look out the window and watch a city that’s dying slowly. From this far up, it almost looks like normal if you ignore the fires blazing in some areas.
Quietly, you send a wish that the people in the city will get out safe. Or that they at least won’t suffer too much.
None of you notice the way that Taehyung winces as he pulls out a shard of glass from the palm of his hand, stuck there from where he’d fallen earlier in the street. Nor do you notice the way his face pales rapidly at the blackness that’s already begun to spread from the wound.
