BOOM IM BACK WITH A NEW STORY WTH AM I DOING AHHH MY EXAMSSS OKAY I SWEAR AFTER THIS CHAPTER I WILL LEGIT STOP. UNTIL 9TH MAY WOOHOOOO

 

 

Jungkook's POV:

One year of running. One year of surviving. One year of escaping. But that one year, caused me to lose everything. My Eomma, Appa, Nuna, and dongsaeng. It took dongsaeng and Appa away, Eomma suicided because of the loss, nuna ran away. And...I...was all alone. Not all the time though. I had met a few survivors and we just stayed together for a few days, before we were forced to part again.

Horror. I would call it. It wasn't something you see in the movies. It is in real life. Reality. Not some hooboo show where you drink milkshakes and unicorns fly. Reality. That's what differs us from them. I question my sanity a few times before, after grabbing my trusty buddy. Nope not my dog. It died. I blew up its brains. Not guilty at all. He was flopping around trying to gnaw us in his last moments. Gray was his name. I still miss him. Sometimes, i gaze up in the stars, and I see him and I, running together. He was only 2 months old when we got him, he was such a cutie. That was until...nevermind.

I don't know what they want. Not them, it's us. Us humans. It's hard to trust one another nowadays. But before that, we were all one, together. Now, even your closest kin can be the one tearing you apart. Not mentally, physically.

Scientists were going crazy over finding new stuff. Some mad one created a virus. BT130613S. Long name right? It basically means, once those hella of a kind things go into your body, your deemed dead that moment.    Zombies. That’s right. Did you guess it? The viruses flow through your circulatory system depending on how fast your blood is being pumped,  and it attacks your brain such that you become a zombie. Yep, the ones who only know how to either chew your body or make you one of them. The only way to kill them is by attacking their brain, like shooting at them or stabbing them. That’s why here I am 5am in the morning with my gun, strolling through the forest. The good thing about zombies is that they move really slowly. And you can hear them from afar since they keep groaning and they are really dumb.   "Baby baby, you’re a

caramel macchiato
Your scent is still
sweet on my lips
Baby baby tonight
Baby baby, you were
warmer than the
scent of a cafe latte
Do you remember that feeling?
Baby baby tonight”

  I sang pretty loudly, since for the past few days there weren’t any zombies or people around. I stopped walking and squatted down, when I found a bag in front of me. Curious, I opened it. There were a few things inside. There was a toothbrush, a comb, a book about love, and a few photographs.   “Aww…so cute…” It was a little boy hugging his younger brother. The boy had a cute eye smile and there was a cute little birth mark right at his jawline. I moved on to the next picture.   The boy was there again, but with his whole family. They all looked very happy together. I finished looking at the photograph and I continued looking into the bag. Why are there so many pictures of the boy in there? Did he leave it behind? What happened to him? I saw a mirror inside the bag. I took it up. How long has it been since I last seen myself in the mirror? I saw myself in the reflection. Woah. This definitely wasn’t me a year ago. I had a more define jawline, I had a bit of dark circles around my eyes. My hair was longer, and well, puberty hit me hard now. I look HOT. Like really hot. I continued staring at the mirror until I saw something weird. Something moving behind me. I shook my head and looked closer at the mirror. The person opened its mouth, eyes with no color, face with many cuts, rotating skin, missing hair, torn clothes…this isn’t a human. It’s a…   “Argh!!! Damn it!” My gun got kicked away by its clumsy limbs. I turned around and backed away from it. Until my back touched the tree behind me.   “.” I cursed as the creature’s shadow covered me, the sun was rising. I closed my eyes for the inevitable. I waited. 3 seconds…5 seconds…10 seconds…what?   I opened my eyes slowly to see a figure in front of me. Confused, I shook my head as my vision got clearer. An orange haired man stood in front of me. His hair wasn’t the disgusting bright orange. It was…light and made the hair looked real soft. To add on, the guy had puffy cheeks and lips. His arm was stretched out. I looked at it for moments before realising he wanted to help me get up.   “Oh…thank you.” He gave me an eye smile. It looked really familiar. I stood up in front of him. He was shorter than me by a few centimetres.   “You finally noticed me.” He chuckled before picking up the bag I was rummaging through. When he bent down, the shirt he was wearing exposed his left side of his head clearly, and I saw the birth mark.   “That was you?” When he picked up one of the photographs.   “Yep. I’ve been following you since yesterday. What’s your name? I’m Jimin!”   “Wow…stalker. Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. Thanks for saving me. Goodbye.” I took my gun and picked up my bag, before leaving the scene. I heard footsteps closing in from behind.   “Hey w-wait! You’re Jungkook? Jeon Jungkook? How old are you?” He only slowed down when he’s at the same pace as me.   “16.”   “That makes me your hyung! I’m two years older than you. Come with me! There’s somewhere I wanna bring you to.” He pulled my hand before dashing out of the forest. I was kinda uncomfortable with him dragging me but I let him so. We soon walked into a street and into a house. Jimin knocked twice, a short pause, then three knocks, quicker than the first two. The door opened and a pink haired guy stood there, looking at Jimin then at me then back to Jimin.   “Who’s this?” The pink haired guy asked.   “Hyung, this is Jungkookie. You know, the one.” Jimin winked at him before turning to me and smiling.    “Oh hey. Come in! I’m Namjoon.” The guy named Namjoon moved aside and I cautiously walked in to the house, looking around. When I entered, two guys who were watching television looked up at me for a moment before going back to watching television, hugging one another. I’m not creeped out. I am gay myself. I stopped behind the sofa and looked back at Jimin, who was having a conversation with Namjoon-hyung while walking after me. Jimin noticed me looking at him before smiling and rushing towards me.   “Hey! Tae!! Hoseok-hyung! This is Jungkook!” The two guys looked up at me and smiled and greeted me.   “Hello!!! I’m Taehyung but call me Tae or something. This is my Hoseokkiee~~~” One of them with a boxy grin introduced himself.   “Please ignore his impolite behaviour. I’m Hoseok. You can call me hyung and I’m your hope!” He smiled as Tae-hyung punched him lightly. They resumed their activities and Jimin and I followed Namjoon-hyung into the kitchen. Inside there were two other guys, one who is taller than me with broad shoulders, and the other one with mint hair which looks really cool with his face, and he looks just around the same height as Jimin.   “Jinnie, this is Jungkook. Jung kook, this is Jin-hyung, the oldest on