The Apocalypse

Chapter 9

After teaching him a few more English words and the difference between a and an. He tells me he's sleepy.

"Sleep with me?" He innocently asks as he stretches.

I contain myself. He still has so much to learn about the English language.

"Okay,"

He leans back on the couch and soon his lids begin to droop. I copy him in hopes he'd sleep so that I can sneak out.

"Noona?" He drowsily whispers.

"I'm younger than you ahjussi," I snap back. I should thank Jin for teaching me that word, who knew it would come in handy.

"Fine. (Y/N)?"

I hum in reponse.

"Thank you,"

"For?" I turn my head to face him. As if he already know he turns too. His eyes on the verge of shutting

"Staying," he softly answers, a gentle smile makes its way onto his lips as he closes his eyes.

A lump forms in my throat and my stomach sinks. He's no good for me.

I'd love to return back home, it's what I've been wishing for the whole time I was with them.

But now a small part of me doesn't want to go. I'll have to leave before that small part grows bigger.

I watch him drift off admiring each feature knowing this would be the last.

Once I'm sure he's asleep I walk out. Not looking back I pause at the door as I grip the knob.

"I'm sorry," then I shut the door as quietly as possible.

Even if I wanted to bring them to fort9 it would be a huge uncomfortable adjustment for them.

Everyone speaks English, the way we act is totally different, even the food would be drastically different.

If Jimin hugs a guy there like how he hugs the guys here they tease him endlessly or avoid him. If Jungkook asks a girl to 'sleep with him' he'd earn a slap, I would have slapped him too if I didn't understand what he really meant.

They're better off on their own besides it's not like they're helpless. I believe they survived on their own for about a good year and a half without me.

I walk in the other room, Taehyung is still sleeping on the loveseat thats way too small for him. The rest seem to be in the bedroom, probably eating.

I scamper around picking up my bag and filling it with basic necessities I find in the room. Careful to not walk into Taehyungs limbs poking out from the loveseat.

"(Y/N)?" A sleepy voice mumbles.

Shit. Turning behind, I see Taehyung rubbing his eye and stretching.

"You leaving?"

I crawl over to him on my knees and literally throw my elbows on his chest and have my hands pressed together like when I had to say amen in church.

"Please, please, please don't tell," I plead.

He's a little taken back by the sudden close proximity. He looks at the at the bag then back at my pleading face.

"Okay." He sighs "Bye-bye," he slowly waves with one hand.

I was ready to beg and have to go through a theraphy session with him but he's just going to let me go.

I hug him tightly "bye," I whisper. He hugs back, patting my back.

I let go first, slinging the bag onto my shoulders proceeding towards the exit.

The hallways were still as dark as ever with the closed off windows.

Outside the sky was a brilliant shade of orange fading into various shades of purple.

As long as I stayed on track, I'd make it back before it got too dark, provided I don't run into any problems.

There was a zombie by the van, trying to attack the side mirror. What an idiot.

Since it's dumber than the average zombie, I shall spare it.

I walk around the other side, drawing out my knife as a precaution.

Successful, I continue jogging along the road. Items in the bag rattling slightly.

For the first time since the apocalypse began I'm on my own, admittedly it scares the crap out of me.

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I duck behind a tree, there's a mini horde ahead and they seem to be pretty stagnant.

Thank god there were so many 'save the trees' protest back when such things mattered. Also I swear the guy in the zebra print shirt went to the same middle school as me.

I look up at the sky, mostly purple and pink now, hardly any traces of orange.

If that horde doesn't move soon, I won't be able to make it back before dark.

Damnit, the horde is rather small no more than 20, I might have been able to run past killing a few on the far left, unfortunately I lost my knife in a zombies head sometime back.

A cold bony hand grabs my shoulder. I bite my own tongue to stop myself from shrieking that would draw the horde closer.

My body reacts on its own elbowing who the hand belongs too, turning on my heels I reach for their neck and pin it to the ground.

Oh shit. I let go immediately "are you okay yoongi?" I whisper. The man coughs, holding his throat, he nods.

I dust the invisible dust off my knees and straighten up. I offer him a hand to which he low-key looks terrified off now.

"Why are you here?" I ask slowly. He holds a hand up asking me to wait while he still coughs.

Maybe I should have packed those cough tablets just now- no wait. Stop. I'm not supposed to care about them anymore. They're part of the past.

I should only regret choking him because I fear that the cough noises will draw out more zombies nothing more.

Once he's done, he looks for something in his bag. "You stuff," his voice sounded raspy and lower than usual, probably from the choking.

He stands up and handing me my clothes from the day I met them, neatly folded and washed.

"Thanks," I awkwardly but gratefully say.

"Also," he timidly says, bending down on 1 knee, he looks for something on his leg that was covered by loose jeans.

Pulling out a knife he stands up.

"Sorry, Namjoon ask me do this,"