REWRITE
When the world goes to shit, its brings the most unexpected groups of people together
What happens when polar opposites take on the apocalypse?
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This book contains mature themes and graphic scenes, read at your own risk
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My body moved before I could even stop myself, leaping over the chairs to help Seokjin hold the door closed with both of our body weights Yet it's not enough. They are stronger and harsher with how they beat down the door against my back, threatening to send me flying against the other side of the camper. I push back harder, digging my boots into the carpeted floor in hopes the grip will be good enough to help me brace myself. Seokjin moves to put his own back against the door following my actions, he reaches out, putting a hand on the back of the driver's headrest to push against but his elbow buckles on him weakly.
Namjoon notices and moves beside him, slamming all his body weight against the wood. it works for a moment, the door slamming closed on the dark blue fingers that threaten to tear us apart. it makes A mind-numbing crack that causes my jaw to screw closed with cringe. Despite the man's efforts, combined with what strength I have left, they manage to crawl back in, broken fingers creeping through the cracks that become exposed with every small movement we make. As they scrape through the opening, the pale skin peels back to reveal the ligaments of the hand that threaten to grab anything that gets in its way.
The camper is deathly silent apart from the groans, and the distant screams of those that aren't so lucky. Yoongi stays trained at the window, his hand holding the curtains up to keep an eye on the outside, but all he sees is a sea of rotting heads staring straight back at him, starving, itching for just a taste of what lies inside the vehicle. They can smell us, hear us, and every single breath we take brings more and more. Hoseok has taken over Seokjins seat, ready to get us out of here such an opportunity presents itself, though it doesn't seem likely.
Lisa stays beside Seungmin, her teary eyes screwed closed as she desperately clings to the man's strong arm. she buries his head into his shoulder as the muffled cries begin to take over the silence we once shared. Seungmin places a comforting hand on the back of her head, his thumb rubbing light circles into her blood-stained hair. beside him, Jackson keeps his eyes low and body tense as if to move as soon as something happens. Jungkook is similar, though his eyes stay on my form, his hands up to his mouth as he watches me with unwavering concentration.
We agreed to take turns holding the door as only three people could fit together on the stairs leading down. It would give us a little time to figure out how to get ourselves out of this, all together, all alive, as one. Namjoon suggested we stay quiet and still, pulling the curtains closed quickly before he came to help. He hypothesised that they would eventually leave us alone but judging from the way the camper has started to dim down with a sullen blue light, it's got to have been a couple of hours since this nightmare began.
And still, they beat down the door with a strength we have never experienced as our alive brains hold us back physically, that part is what keeps us able to bite a finger from the bone, to seriously harm another. Whatever has happened to those that remain infected has taken away that part of their brain, leaving them with some kind of urge to kill and ravage whatever living thing crosses their path.
