Namjoon's POV

"Namjoon move!" I heard dimly from somewhere behind me but a barely even registered it. I'd lost sight of Jin on the other side of the crowd and I couldn't move until I found him again. He'd run in a completely different direction and there was no way for me to get to him. So I had to see him. I had to see that he was okay.

"Namjoon, fucking move!" a voice was pleading, but they didn't understand. I couldn't move. Where would I go? There was no way towards Jin. What else was there?

"For fucks sake Namjoon." The voice got closer and Hoseok came into view in front of me, grabbing my face and shaking it, "snap the fuck out of it you fucktard, we have to go,"

He didn't wait for me to respond before grabbing my jacket and dragging me into a run. I didn't know where he was leading me but I quickly gave in and followed, realizing that I'd been standing right in the path of an oncoming group of zombies. If Hoseok hadn't forced me to run I'd be dead.

We ran into down the street towards the highway, I prayed that Hoseok had some sort of plan in mind because there were no visible hiding spots nearby. I made the mistake of looking behind me and saw about fifteen zombies trailing behind us, thanking god for how slow the creatures moved.

As we ran I scanned the streets for Jin, praying he'd somehow come into view, completely safe and uninjured. The more I searched the more hopeless I felt, feeling the sudden urge to give up and stop running.

"Get in the car," Hoseok ordered, pointing towards an empty jeep sitting abandoned by the pavement. He jumped into the drivers seat and I wasted no time throwing myself into the passenger side. We had about half a minute before we'd be completely swarmed by the crowing crowd.

At first I expected Hoseok to hot-wire the vehicle but the keys were already in the ignition, all he had to do was turn them and speed off down the road. I watched as the zombies got smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror.

When we were at the town's edge, Hoseok suddenly stopped the car.

"Put your seat-belt on," he said calmly, as he strapped himself in. There was a wild look in his eyes I'd never seen before, there's no other way to describe it but 'angry chaos'. I tried to say something but he cut me off, "just do it, okay?"

I complied, strapping myself into the seat. I had no idea why Hoseok felt this was so necessary until he abruptly spun the car around and started speeding back into the town. I held onto my seat as we crashed into about five zombies at once, corpses flying upwards, spraying blood all over the windows. Hoseok put the windshield wipers on casually, like it'd simply started raining.

I looked over and saw that his face was a completely blank mask, he didn't seem angry or scared. I made sure that all the windows were closed and the doors locked as we sped through the crowd of bodies. One zombie ended up on the hood of the car, clawing at the glass with one of it's rotting arms. Hoseok backed up the car until it fell to the ground, backing into some extra bodies in the process, before speeding forward again. The car lurched as we drove over the corpse.

"Where are we going?" I asked, wondering what the point of this detour was. Hoseok didn't answer, he simply continued driving into the creatures. This continued a while before he finally backed the car up out of the crowd and turned us around, back towards the highway. The windows were all mostly covered in black blood except for the front one.

When we got far enough on the highway that nothing was following us anymore Hoseok pulled the car over and killed the engine.

"What the hell was that?" I asked, my voice laced with anger instead of the utter confusion I felt, "Were you trying to wreck the car?"

Hoseok laughed with no emotion, "The tank is almost empty, we're not getting anywhere on this car anyway," he said, patting the steering wheel lightly, "Thought we should use the opportunity,"

I nodded slowly, not wanting to argue with him. It did bother me slightly that he's put us both in danger just to kill a couple of zombies. I decided to change the subject, "Do you know how to hot-wire a car?"

"Nope," He replied shrugging.

"How did you know the keys were in here?"

"I didn't."

Yoongi's POV

The crowd was far behind us when we finally felt safe enough to stop. Jungkook and Jimin had managed to get down from the roof and find a car, all while I was trapped on top of the bus, fearing for my life. I didn't even notice them until they were pulling up beside the bus, rolling open a convenient sunroof that I managed to jump into.

At that point Jungkook sped in the direction we came from, that being our only viable option at the time, knowing fully that we were going in the complete opposite direction from the rest of our crew.

"Is your radio getting anything?" Jimin asked me after we'd stopped. He'd been fiddling with his own device for the whole duration of the car-ride, only getting static and muffled voices. I checked mine and wasn't surprised to see that it was exactly the same.

"This doesn't make any sense," Jungkook said, "What's blocking the signal?"

At that exact moment all of our radios went off and the silance was filled by Jin's voice.

"Is anyone there?" He said, "Please. I'm trapped."

"I hear you Jin," I responded immediately, "are you safe for now?"

"Yes." Jin's voice was breathy with relief. I wondered how long he'd been trapped, trying to contact us but only hearing static in response, "The place is secure,"

Jimin clutched his heart and sighed in releif. "Thank god," he said under his breath.

"Jin, you have you wait where you are," I said, "We'll get you when we can but we need to make sure Namjoon and Hoseok are okay first. Can you wait?"

"Namjoon isn't with you?" Jin yelled back through, "Where the fuck is he?"

"I don't know, Jin," I said calmly, "we're going to find them now. Keep checking in so we know you're alive,"

When we reached the very edge of the town Jungkook stopped the car, looking around the area twice to make sure we were safe. He looked back at me, eyeing my left pant-leg which was torn at the knee, exposing the bloody flesh beneath. I waved me off before He could say anything, covering up my wound. This was no time for whining.

"What the hell happened back there?" Jimin's voice was still shaking, "Yoongi did you see?"

I was quiet for a second. They both looked at me intently as I tried to make sense of it. I felt my face contort in thought, or it might have been pain. I couldn't really tell at this point.

"It was the junkyard," I said slowly, rubbing my temple as my brain throbbed. Had I banged my head? "we didn't even think to check it out, I assumed it was empty,"

I saw Jungkook shaking his head looking stunned. Like me he was probably trying to imagine all of those zombies cramped inside the junkyard just waiting for the next human to roll into town.

"Jin was walking by, he was alone, and the first one came right out from behind a car. He panicked, I mean it's Jin we're talking about here, so he pulled his gun up and shot the thing. That's when it all went to shit,"

We sat in silence for a moment. The feeling that we were wasting time pushed back in my mind, knowing we had to think through our next move. There were three of us; A sniper, a fighter, and a runner. We were supposed to be Jin's rescue team. The three of us against the endless army of the undead.

"Jimin." My voice was strained but I tried to convey a small apology in my tone for what I was about to ask of him, "this will be your biggest mission yet, are you up for it?"

Jimin looked up from his lap, where he'd been picking nervously at the skin around his fingernails. He looked fierce for a moment, his eyes blazing with a wild eagerness I would have never pictured on him.

"Tell me what to do." He seemed ready to face anything at that moment, which was good.

I told them my plan, constructing the details of it as I went along. There was no time for strategy. There was no time for thinking. It was time to act, time to help Jin, time to fight.

We were ready.

A/N:

Feels good to be back

-Jamie