"Attention ladies and gentlemen, we are beginning our decent so if you..." The plane swooped towards the ground and the woman’s voice cut off. 

"I heard that Europe is gone." The two men next to me hadnt stopped talking since we left Albuquerque. "It went black last week." 

"No, I'm telling you." The other countered. "South America went black. Europe is the second safest place on earth." 

"What is the first?" The second man gestured out the window. 

"South Korea. They are so secluded from the rest of the world its the best..." The plain dipped again and the men stopped talking. I buckled my seatbelt and closed my eyes. Seconds later there was a loud screaming and a painful crash. 

"Ya!" I opened my eyes to a tall man bending over me and yelling in Korean. Five others came over and one knelt next to me. He as rather pleasant to look at. 

"Gwaenchanh?" His lips were moving, but I didnt understand what was coming out. "Daijobudesuka?" He tried again. I rather like his voce as well, but it was keeping me up. I just wanted to sleep...

"Are you alright?" My eyes popped open. "Can you walk? Jong Su." He stood up and the tall man went to pick me up. 

"I can walk." I slurred, but got to my feet. When I tried to take a step my leg buckled. Thankful Jong Su caught me.

"Gwaenchanh?" He glanced at me before hurrying inside. The others talked quickly in Korean, but I didn’t understand any of it.

“Stay quiet.” The pretty one put his finger to his lips. “Don’t make any noise.” Quietly they walked through the terminal. Two of them kept glancing around like they thought the shadows were going to jump at them.

A loud screech came from behind us and they all froze. The one carrying me said something and they were running. Behind doors I could her sounds, but they didn’t stop for a few minutes. When the one in the lead slid to a stop they all stopped.

There were bodies in the hallway ahead of us. I ducked my face away so I didn’t have to see, but I still could hear. The leader mumbled and they started moving again.

“Kangnam.” I heard a female voice and I looked up. A pretty brunet had a door cracked open. “Kiseok!” She threw her arms around the man before spouting off in Korean.

“We will be safe here for now.” The pretty man locked the door behind us. “My name is Yasuo. Everyone calls me Kangnam though.”

“You can call me Purple.” The taller man put me on my feet. “What happened?” Kangnam said something to the others and they started away.

“What do you know?”

“About the sickness? Not much, just what I’ve seen.”

“It’s called Yersunia Pestis.” He sat against the wall and I sank down next to him. The other woman in the large room kept shooting me looks, but I could hardly tell. “Everyone thinks that it started somewhere in India and that we would be safe here in South Korea. Boy were they wrong."