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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The air is sullen, cold even as we pad through the corridor. My shoulder brushes Jungkooks lightly, just enough for me to feel the way he quivers inside his bloodied jacket as we approach the entrance to the empty living room. The younger passes through first and moves quickly past Jackson, sitting on the carpet beside a wide-eyed Taehyung. He slings a strong arm around his shoulders, pulling him close to his chest in a attempt to comfort but he remains unmoving.
Jackson keeps his back towards me, only sharing a vague glance over his shoulder, cold and uncaring. My heart sinks. My eyes follow his gaze to the floor where Lisa lays, her head propped up on Jimin's lap lightly but her eyes are screwed closed, her knees pulled tightly to her stomach. The skin on her hands and face has paled and started to have the look of being translucent to expose the dark veins winding within each other. dark, almost black. Shes sweating through her clothes, shaking vigorously under Jimins calming hold.
shes infected. I can't do anything but stare down at her shaking body.
"What...How," Are the only words I can push out into the silence.
"Your stunt brought more of those things to us, She was grabbed from behind trying to go after you Hana." Jackson is the first to speak yet he doesn't bother turning to face me as he calmly explains though his voice is gruff, the fear and the anger are interlaced and projecting from his being. "When are you going to stop this stupid heroic façade? what is it huh? guilt?." he finally turns to face me, letting a tear fall from his face to spite the anger he forces to dominate his feelings.
"Jackson-"
"Your parents are dead Hana. GONE. And there is nothing you can do to bring them back no matter how many people you try to save. You can not save them. and that guilt is going to eat you alive if you don't let it go, just look at what it's done already." His chest heaves, his breath laboured as he stares down at me with a sharpness I have never seen before but i barely notice through the tears clouding my vision, through the pain his words rain on me in this very room.
The words sink in as I stare back at him blankly, hitting my stomach like a gut punch from a man with the strength of a thousand gods behind him. Yet I say nothing. Any kind of anger or upset I felt towards him before this moment has seemingly disappeared from my mind and my heart, but along with that drains the love and respect I once had. like the words put a hole in me big enough to drain me dry until theres nothing left for anything at all.
though somewhere in the empty space of my heart, i know that he is right despite me not wanting to hear those words ever come from the man i have loved since i was just 12 years old. That little girl screams that he doesn't mean it, that hes just hurting from the loss we have suffered in such a short time but my older self can help but feel like hes trying to break me down and hurt me more then anyone ever has before. the other part of me wants to scream at him, hurt him just as much as he hurt me in just a split second.
