Four Shots
Description
“One Shot
The tyrants hiding the bright light
Two shot
Them who are like demons are playing fake each day
Three Shot
My ego is facing them and fighting them using the mask of justice
Four Shot
Without anyone knowing break all the stereotypes moving in rhythm”
Bombs have destroyed Seoul. And out of the ashes comes 6 boys, the only known survivors of the Seoul Bombing. Now, they must fight in the harsh world that is left.
Fighting for what, you might ask.
Fighting for survival.
Foreword
Bombs are exploding all around me. Dust is flying, concrete is flying, people are flying, and I am running for my life. People are screaming, people are bleeding, people are crying, and I am running for my life. Jets are soaring, packages are dropping, the sky is darkening, and I am running for my life. I am running for my life, but when I get to where I want to go, I might not survive the night. But I have to try. I have to see if I can live. I can’t give up now.
My breath rasps in my throat, and I have to cough all this dirt and dust and pebbles out of my mouth, my body, but I don’t have time. I only have time to run, with pounding feet, with one ankle sending jolts of pain through me every time I put weight on it, because I must've twisted it. I can only run while people, people I know, are dying, horrible, painful deaths, but I can’t save them. I can only try to save myself, because only a idiot would go back to save people that are already dead.
So I run, past the smoking building, my heart hammering, and I have to slit my eyes against the heavy air to see. I have no time to question who did this, no time to question why this was happening, no time to question anything. I only have time to run.
One hit from those bombs, I’m wounded. One shot straight on, I’m dead, quick as the strike of a hungry snake. But I don’t have time to think about that.
I only have time to survive.
Quick A/N. Hi! Welcome to my world! *bows*
This fanfic is my own piece of writing. I don't own BAP, but I do own the ideas in this story. Please don't copy, please don't plagiarize. Find some inspiration for your own story.
I may have gotten some ideas from books that I've read or anything that I've read, saw, heard, etc, but these ideas are my own. Anything that is a lot like it, I mean a lot, is a coincidence.
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