𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟠

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Hoseokie Hyung
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Hyung! Are you alive?

Yeah, what did you think?

I have Lia.

Oh, Jesus. Okay good. She's
okay, right? No bites and all?

No, she's okay. 

We have a plan

What plan?

See

We both will run to the kitten

kitchen*

and make noise

the zombies will come to the
kitchen and we'll escape
through the kitchen's backdoor
after you get out.

You'll come to get us from the
backdoor with the car. 

Is that a good plan?

Yeah that's good. I'll
text our men.

Wait

I texted em and they 
agreed. They'll be outside
when i get put

out*

Alr then we're gonna head
out

cya

Cya


"Baby, let's go," I sigh and hold onto her wrist tightly.

"Okay," she stretches her arm, "Let's go."

I open the door slowly and walk out with her.

"Run ahead of me into the kitchen," I instruct her and she nods. She starts running and the zombies from Hoseok's location notice. I run behind her and we reach the kitchen.

"It's locked!" She pulls at the lock of the kitchen looking at me.

"Stand back," I tell her and look behind to see the zombies rushing to us in a hoard. I notice Hoseok running out from behind and sigh. I shoot the lock open and Lia quickly opens the door rushing in. I try to run in but one of the zombies catch onto my leg and I shoot it jumping inside the kitchen. Lia quickly shuts the door and slides down on the door trembling.

I try to catch my breath, "Baby," I go next to her, "You're okay, right?"

"That was so close," she says, "I thought we were gonna die."

"We're not dead, okay?" I pull her into a hug and she holds onto my shirt tightly, "We're okay. We're all okay. Now, see," I cup her face, "When Hyung messages me, we'll run out the back door and get into the car, okay?"

"I can't do this," she cries out and flinches hearing a loud bang on the door. I close her eyes and hug her tightly.

"They can't get through, baby," I kiss the top of her head, "They can't. We locked the door from the inside." 

"Let's stay here till someone comes to rescue us," she sobs, "I can't. I'm too scared."

"Do you trust me?" I ask her softly as she cries into my chest, "Tell me do you trust me?"

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