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Disclaimer:

This story takes place in an unnamed country in an unnamed world. All you need to know is they're not in Korea so there's no use of honorifics. Don't read too much into geography here.

Some of the characters are drastically different from their real life personas and some of them may or may not be literal dickheads. this is not because I dislike them (I love each member of BTS to death) but simply for the purpose of the plot.

There may be character deaths and there will be a lot of violence, as is expected from a Zombie Apocalypse AU. Be prepared for some angsty internal monologue.

On a lighter note! A surprise girlgroup appears in the story, try guessing who it'll be.

-Jamie<3

Jungkook's POV

I pulled my baseball bat back from the creatures cracked scull, thick, black blood dripping slowly down it's length to the handle, trickling over my hands.

I didn't care. Having blood on your hands wasn't such a bad thing these days, as long as it was black.

My name is Jeon Jungkook, secondary close-combat specialist. We all had our so-called specialties, none of them were real. I just knew how to swing a bat, as a result that was my specialty.

The group called me 'bat-boy'.
I appreciated the reference but I would have liked a more intimidating nickname. Not that the intimidation levels of our names had any affect on the Zombies.

Nothing but blunt force, blades and bullets had any affect on the Zombies.

"Bat-boy, look alive!" Yoongi's yell sounded through the walkie-talkie fastened to my chest. Before I had time to react, a large bang could be heard through the entire street and a shot whirled right past my ear. I spun around and saw a Zombie drop to the ground, barely a foot away from me, as the bullet buried itself in it's head.

"Thanks, Sugar," I muttered, looking up to the rooftops to see if I could spot him, silently cursing myself for almost getting myself killed. I quickly continued running down the street, needing to arrive at the corner store at a very specific time in order for the mission to run smoothly.

"Just pay attention, idiot,"

Min Yoongi, sniper, and our professional asshole. I paired up with him when the virus first broke out, both of us had lost everything and were trying desperately to escape the city. I saved him from a heard up on the highway, on our way out of the city. After that he'd had this overwhelming need to keep me safe, which I couldn't complain about.

Yoongi was the best shot I'd ever met; he always hit them right between the eyes. I didn't mind having someone like that protecting me at all costs.

The group called him 'Sugar'.
We'd been reluctant to come up with a nickname for him, not wanting him to be angry at their choice. He got angry a lot.

However, Hoseok had one day suggested calling him Sugar. When asked why in the world 'Sugar' would apply to Yoongi, he simply replied; "because he's sweet,"

We liked the irony of it so it stuck. Yoongi didn't complain at all.

"Bat-boy! You're behind schedule, I'm sending The Bullet in" Namjoon's calm voice came through and pierced my ears.

"Bullet's injured, Monster! I can get there in time," I yelled through the radio, running faster.

"Drop it, Bat-boy, The Bullet's already in,"

Jung Hoseok, 'The Bullet', was our 'get in, get out' specialist. He was crucial to a supply run like this, but he'd gotten his leg injured on a mission a while back, so he was just supposed to be on backup for today.

Hoseok shot through stores like a bullet went through flesh; in through the front, out through the back, tearing with him everything he could grab.

He was so quick and silent that he usually got back to Camp before the rest of them even realized he'd gotten through the store.

I slowed my run to a jog, cursing myself again for allowing myself to fall behind. I couldn't stay angry for long however because soon I had to start running again.

"Guys, wasn't someone supposed to come save me at some point," Jimin's slightly alarmed voice was the one coming through this time.

I started running again, knowing my fuckup had put everyone else behind schedule as well.

"Psycho, where the fuck are you?" Namjoon shouted through the radio, directing his words to Taehyung now, he was the one who was supposed to save Jimin after he'd drawn the Zombies away from the store.

Taehyung didn't answer, though, causing all on them to curse and Jimin to panic.

"For fucks sake, Monster, I told you he wasn't listening!" Jimin screamed angrily, utter fear evident in the shakiness of his voice, "if I die, this is on you!"

Jungkook finally reached the store, catching a glimpse of Hoseok through one of the windows as he sprinted past, trying to find the street where Jimin had drawn out the Zombies.

"Sugar, do you have The Bait in sight?" Namjoon's voice was still calm despite everything going to shit.

"I do, he's got about fifteen of them on his tail... fourteen... thirteen," he counted them down each time the air shook with his gunshots. "Bat-boy, you're almost there, take a right,"

I immediately turned right and ran down a narrow street at a downwards angle. After a while I could hear Them, so I followed the sound and turned into an allyway.

There were about ten of them left, slowly advancing on Jimin who was pressed up against the brick wall, swinging a rusty pipe at whatever got to close to him.

"Bat-boy's got it," I heard Yoongi inform their leader through the radio as I raised my bat and charged forward.

I swung at the closest one, shouting as I did so to draw their attention. Thankfully, most of them turned around and advanced on me instead of Jimin. He took this opportunity to swing his pipe at the heads of the ones still focused on him.

I swung at every rotting head in sight, never slowing down, black blood spraying my clothes and my skin.

"Where the fuck is your gun?" I shouted to Jimin over the noise of the five Zombies left standing.

"Dropped it," Jimin yelled back, still pressed against the brick wall. He was shaking so hard he wasn't able to hold the pipe, which dropped to the concrete with a loud clanging sound.

"You dropped it?" I yell as my bat connects with another scull, cracking it open and sending vibrations through my arms and causing blood to spray the dumpster next to Jimin.

Only one left.

Jimin didn't reply as he slid down the wall and crumbled to the ground, heaving shaky breaths and trembling with fear.

I stepped in front of him, blocking the Zombie's way and waiting for it to come close enough to kill.

I raised my bat over my head and swung it downwards, smashing against it's head and sending it crumbling to my feet. Blood seeped from it's rotten form and mixed with the large black puddle that had formed in the alleyway.

I dropped my weapon and put my hands on my knees, leaning forward to catch my breath.

"You okay?" I asked Jimin, who had his knees pulled up to his chest, head lowered and shoulders shaking terribly.

Jimin simply raised his head and shook it, looking at me with tears streaming from his eyes, lip trembling.

"The bullet is out, back to Camp everyone," Namjoon order came through the device still attached to my chest.

"Jimin, we have to go," I said and picked up my bat, reaching an arm to help Jimin up from the ground.

Jimin took it and pulled himself up, still shaking like crazy, barely able to walk.

"Every fucking time," he muttered to himself, sniffling as the two of them walked side by side out of the alley.

Park Jimin, was our diversion specialist.
Or 'The Bait' as the group liked to call him.

He wasn't good at fighting and he wasn't a particularly good shot. He was pretty quick, though, so we used him as bait whenever we did supply runs. He draws the Zombies away so Hoseok can get in and out without any issue.

Taehyung and I then usually show up and save him, both of us being the 'close combat specialists' of the group. This usually went well, but this time Taehyung was supposed to rescue Jimin alone while I got the supplies.

Taehyung usually forgot his orders unless someone was there to remind him.

"Any sign of The Psycho?" I asked through my walkie-talkie and heard my own voice coming out of the one Jimin had attached to his belt.

"I spotted him five minutes back, he seems to have found himself a heard of Zombies to play with," Yoongi said, sounding amused.

"That fucking asshole," Jimin said, kicking an empty can of soda and sending it flying against one of the abandoned cars, "I could have died,"

"He's insane, Jimin, I don't think he realizes the consequences of death," I shrugged, patting Jimin's back as an attempt to comfort the distressed boy.

"When he comes back I'm going to kick his ass," Jimin mumbled weakly.

When.

I would have chosen another word if we hadn't been talking about Taehyung. Nobody could be certain if they'd survive a five minute walk nowadays, let alone a fight with a heard of zombies.

But there was never any doubt in anyone's mind that Taehyung would come back alive, the kid was fucking immortal.

"Jimin, why do you do it?" I asked, observing Jimin's shaky movements as he breathed heavily to try to stop his tears, "you know you don't have to help, no one is forcing you to go on missions,"

Jimin glared at me, wiping his tears from his cheeks angrily and quickening his pace so he walked ahead of me.

"Jimin, don't be like that," I said, rolling my eyes but keeping my tone kind, "I know you're terrified. Why do you do this to yourself?"

"You don't know shit, bat-boy," Jimin spat, crossing his arms over his chest. I kept quiet after that, Jimin didn't use the 'nicknames' in person unless he was pissed off.

We walked silently down the street that used to be the busiest street in town, which didn't say much since this was a pretty small town. The store windows were all cracked and we could spot various body parts scattered all over the concrete. Dead bodies lay undisturbed in the parked cars we walked past without even batting an eye.

We'd grown accustomed to seeing corpses everywhere, some more dead than others.

"Look," Jimin said as they reached a tall brown brick building, pointing to the side of it where a hooded figure was climbing down the fire escape.

Yoongi had his gun hanging on his back from straps around his shoulders, he jumped down the last few feet and joined the other two.

"You fucked up, Jungkook," Yoongi said, his own little way of greeting. He ignored Jimin, he usually ignored everyone apart from Jungkook.

"I know," I said, frowning, "if I hadn't been held back, I would have been too busy getting supplies to save Jimin, though,"

"I could have saved The Bait," Yoongi stated, shaking his head.

His eyes were half-closed, clearly ready for this mission to be over. The dark circles under his tired eyes got consistently darker as the months passed. I was beginning to grow worried that he wasn't sleeping, but I would never ask. Yoongi didn't like questions.

Hoseok's POV

I was quick, but not as quick as usual.

My leg was fine, it was just slow.

I might have broken it, there was no way of being sure. That's what Jin said, that's what Jin treated him for. Bone fracture.

Kim Seokjin, our medic, usually just treated us for whatever he felt was wrong. He was usually a bit overdramatic; once he made Namjoon stay in bed for a week because he might have had a little fever.

The group called him 'The Nurse'.
He could be slightly annoying when it came to the groups health, always making sure they went to their rooms at a reasonable time so they got enough sleep. I always appreciated the concern but almost no one else did.

My leg was fine, though. I highly doubt it was ever actually broken, and if it had been it was definitely healed already.

Still, Jin had advised me not to go on this mission and managed to convince Namjoon to only allow me to stand by as backup if it was needed.

Thankfully, backup had been needed. Jungkook fell behind schedule due to an encounter he had with a few zombies he hadn't anticipated. Namjoon sent me in.

I was quick, but not as quick as I used to be.

The leg slowed me down considerably, making it harder to run between isles, grabbing everything I saw value in.

I got through in time though, with three bags and all pockets loaded. The supply run had taken me about 4 minutes.

I got everything on our list of essentials, which wasn't much since the place in question was merely a small corner store. The list mostly consisted of canned food and first aid supplies.

I had some extra time and space in the bags so I grabbed some alcohol bottles and even a few packs of cigarettes for Yoongi, wanting to get on his good side. No one seemed to be on Yoongi's good side, except for Jungkook.

As soon as I got out I was greeted by Namjoon, our Leader. He helped me carry the bags of supply's back to camp.

His job was to be the coordinator of the mission. He was always placed somewhere with a good view of the place we're targeting, making sure The Bait draws all the zombies away and that The Bullet (me) gets out in time.

With the help of Yoongi, our sniper who watches from the rooftops, he makes sure the mission goes smoothly without injuries. He usually succeeds. Usually.

For example, when I 'broke' my leg. The accident happened due to a series of bad decisions and lack of observation made by The Leader.

The Sniper was preoccupied and therefor was unable to advise the leader with a better view, he'd been helping Bat-boy and Psycho fight a giant heard of zombies.

The Leader gave me a green light to go in, without seeing the ambush from behind the building. I'd been in there for 2 minutes when The Sniper informed me I was being surrounded and that I had to barricade myself in there.

I did as I was told of course, the adrenaline making my movements shaky but fast. I located every exit in the 7/11, only two of them. It was relatively easy; I just grabbed something heavy and placed it in front of the two doors.

However, after I'd taken care of the exits I realized that wouldn't even be close to a solution. I'd meant to look out the front window the send Namjoon a thumbs up, he was placed in the post office across the street. I couldn't see Namjoon though, I couldn't see anything.

There were so many of them. It looked as though there were about four rows of them, surrounding me, possibly more.

"Bat-boy! Psycho! We have an ambush, escape what you're doing now and come to the location!" Namjoon's commanding voice had sounded through the walkie-talkie.

"There's no hope, Leader, Psycho and I are trapped. We can handle this, The Sniper will go," Jungkook had sounded calm but you could hear the slight hint of pain in his voice.

"I'm not leaving you, Jungkook," Yoongi's voice had been the only genuinely calm one. His decision not to leave Jungkook to come save me seemed less like a choice he was making and more like a fact.

"Yoongi, don't be an idiot, I got this," Jungkook had shouted through his radio, clearly in the process of smashing open something's skull judging by the aggressiveness of his voice and the cracking noise that came after.

This was the point in the mission where I'd started to panic. A crack had appeared in one of the big windows, the zombies would get in soon.

It seemed mildly hilarious that, at the time, The Bullet didn't even have a gun.

"Guys, all I have is a dagger, there's like a hundred of them," I'd shouted through to them, keeping my voice from shaking too badly, "someone, please, just draw them away,"

This is one of the few instances that The Bait stepped in apart from his initial duty. He usually went back to camp as soon as he'd escaped the heard he'd drawn away.

"I can get them away from the western side of the building, can you get out that way?" Jimin's voice had come out sharply through the walkie-talkie.

I looked at the western wall of the 7/11 and spotted a window. It was one of those windows conveniently placed way too far up the wall, an inch below the ceiling. I would have to reach up just to reach the windowsill with my fingers.

"I can try," I'd shouted, not seeing any other way out without being stormed over by zombies.

"Sniper, are you free to watch? Can you signal The Bullet when I've gotten them away?" Jimin had clearly been running at that point, his voice coming through a lot breathier.

"Sure, make it quick Bait," Yoongi has spoken with his usual calm voice, "seems like my job here is mostly done anyway,"

I began my work quickly; climbing up the shelves leading up to the window. I had to leave one of the supply bags to fit through.

I peeked out just in time to see Jimin appearing behind the crowd of zombies lined up against the wall, clawing stupidly at the bricks or each other. Jimin flashed me a reassuring smile and a thumbs up before-

"LOOK HERE YOU FUCKERS"

He made sure he'd gotten their attention before making his way around the building, zombies following closely behind.

"Bullet, you're clear, I'd give you around 2 minutes of escape time," Yoongi had estimated and my instincts kicked in.

Tore way the sleeve of my shirt and wrapped it quickly around my fist, busting easily through the glass window. The window was big enough for me to have space to twist around and exit feet first.

In my haste to get out as quickly as possible I didn't make sure my landing was smooth, and the window had been a tad bit higher up than I'd expected.

"Fuck," I hissed as the pain in my shin spread through my entire body and made me squeeze my eyes shut.

"Move, Bullet, what the hell are you waiting for?" After Yoongi's shout I'd heard a

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