-SOMEWHERE IN FUCKING HELL AT THIS POINT-
All the boys pointed at Wooyoung, earning a dramatic eye roll from the man.
"I didn't force any of you guys to come with," Wooyoung turned to face the boys, glaring at them with a scowl.
"We don't have time for this! Get in," Hongjoong started to run, his hand secured tightly around Seonghwa's.
"Get in what?" Jongho asked, quick to follow his lead. "What are you- oh," he stops, looking at the vehicle big enough to fit five people. "Yeah, we are definitely fitting in that."
The vehicle looked like a mix of a doom buggy, a truck, and an ATV. Its dents and bullet punctures tell Yunho about the car's journey to get here.
"Just shut up and get in," Yunho ran past everyone, taking the driver's seat.
"What the hell are you doing?" Hongjoong asked, eyeing for Yunho to move.
"No offense, Cap, judging the dents and the fact you have never driven before....I think I should drive."
"Good point," He nodded, taking Seonghwa to the passenger seat and hanging on to the railing of the outer car. "Let's go," Hongjoong slapped the roof of the vehicle.
Wooyoung ensured Mingi and Yeosang sat inside as he and San hung out like Hongjoong.
Yunho stepped on the gas, leaving a cloud of dust behind as Wooyoung watched the guardians chase after them on bikes.
"Oh, we are fucked," Wooyoung laughed loudly. "At least I can die having fun!"
"No one is dying unless I am the killing them," Yunho tightened his grip on the wheel. "Hold on tight!" He took a sharp turn right, blazing through the ruins of Sunshine City.
"Yunho!" Seonghwa gasped, holding onto Hongjoong's to ensure he didn't fall. "Be careful!"
"Do you want me to be careful or alive?"
"Fuck it," Seonghwa gripped the dashboard, listening to the pings of the bullets flying towards them. "Get us out of here alive."
"Guys!" Wooyoung called, the wind hitting his face and blowing his hair like crazy. "How well can you shoot?"
"Like a God."
"Good."
"I am a fucking archer."
"I am going to hope for the best."
"Great," Wooyoung took Jongho's gun from his holster, earning a mad shout from the man. "Aim for the heads."
San nodded an understanding, taking his weapon out and aiming his best.
"Drive smoothly," Mingi said, leaning forward to tell Yunho.
"I am driving the best I fucking can!" Yunho shifted, turning sharply to return to a left street, trying to avoid the shots fired at them. "This isn't a fucking game!"
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The Walls || WOOSAN
Fantasy3000s, the world was filled with fear, diseases, dishonesty, backstabbing, and fitness survival. Due to an incurable disease called 1117, which eats away at the brain, leaving people braindead and filling them with unmerciful rage, people have come...
