Chapter-2
The moon hung low—too low.
Jungkook ducked behind a parked van, clutching a wrench he’d stolen from a half-trashed garage. Blood smeared his sleeve—not his, he kept telling himself. Not yet.
He peeked around the corner.
Three of them.
One dragging a leg.
One missing half a jaw.
One sniffing the air like a hound.
Jeon Jungkook
Think, Jungkook. Think *muttered*
He wasn’t trained for this. He was just a college student—used to gym days and dance practices, not... this. But his instincts screamed: survive.
He reached into his backpack and quietly pulled out a flare.
One shot left.
Jeon Jungkook
Run toward the river. Get lost in the woods
He whispered a prayer he didn’t really believe in anymore—and bolted
They’d found an abandoned karaoke bar.
It stank of blood and cheap beer, but the reinforced door and lack of windows made it safe—safe enough. Jimin sat curled on the couch, hoodie up, shaking slightly.
Yoongi scavenged through drawers.
Cough drops. A lighter.
A water bottle half-full. Jackpot.
Min Yoongi
Here *he said, offering it gently*
Jimin stared at the bottle, then at him.
He didn’t speak, but he nodded. Took it.
Yoongi didn’t ask questions. Not yet.
But he kept glancing at the boy’s ankle—wondering how long they could stay ahead of the infected.
Min Yoongi
We’ll move at dawn
Park Jimin
Why are you helping me? *voice was hoarse*
Yoongi shrugged, settling beside him.
Min Yoongi
You looked like someone who shouldn’t die alone.
The map was soaked in coffee and panic scribbles.
Jin was sketching a route north, while Namjoon tried to calculate how long their food would last. He rubbed at a bruise blooming across his temple.
The bookstore’s generator buzzed weakly in the background.
Kim Namjoon
We need meds. Food. A real weapon *muttered*
Kim Seokjin
We need luck *replied, half-smiling*
Outside, glass shattered. Both of them froze.
Namjoon silently grabbed the fire extinguisher. Jin stood behind him, fists clenched.
Then—
A dog. Just a stray.
Relief sank in too fast.
Because seconds later, something much larger slammed against the door.
Kim Namjoon
We run in thirty seconds *whispered, already opening the back exit*
The rooftop was quiet.
Eunwoo used his jacket to clean a pair of makeshift binoculars. Hoseok kept watch with his pipe, glancing every so often at the sleeping family they'd rescued hours ago—two kids and their injured uncle.
They hadn’t planned to stop. But...
Cha Eunwoo
I couldn’t leave them
Hoseok hadn’t argued.
Now, as the night deepened, they took turns watching the stairs. The kids slept inside a tent made of curtains and a broken tarp.
Jung Hoseok
You think this’ll get better? *asked quietly*
Cha Eunwoo
No, But we’ll get stronger.
The farmhouse was silent, the sky a deep gray.
Taehyung had buried his parents earlier that day.
He sat on the porch with a lantern beside him, holding a faded photograph. His hand trembled slightly, but his face was unreadable.
From time to time, he whispered into the dark.
To no one. To someone. Maybe to himself.
Kim Taehyung
I won’t die here.
He reached into his coat and pulled out a glowing marble—faintly pulsing.
The same light he’d seen earlier.
With a small exhale, he held it tighter and whispered something under his breath.
The marble vanished into thin air.
His power... was growing.
Far Away – Somewhere Forgotten
A ripple passed through the earth.
Not a quake. Not wind.
Something older.
In a ruined chamber deep underground, a figure stirred—but did not rise.
Not yet.
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