The Apocalypse

Chapter 44

I look back at Jungkook one last time, smiling widely and waving, before slipping out and shutting the door.

Sean darted off at once.

Ruth set off in the other direction, Namjoon using me as a walking stick behind her.

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We'd slipped through one of the zinc pieces used for the wall and hid behind everything from trashcans to a fallen signboard to avoid getting spotted.

"He should be up here. Prisoner detainment is on the top floor," Ruth whispered over her shoulder, pointing to the rectangular grey building.

A school? How ironic.

We couldnt enter through the front, we had to get in from the utility room which was obviously locked and even had a rusty old chain connecting the door to the wall.

She jammed her knife onto the side of the lock and it fell away but all her attempts at getting the measley chain off failed.

"I belive this is an area of my expertise," Namjoon proudly declared, slipping his arm off me and walking with an uneven gait to the door.

He's going to break it isn't he?

Ruth stepped away and with great confidence he grabbed hold of the chain and tugged on it but it didnt budge. He tugged harder and finally...

Toned down popping noises and a puff off white smoke broke out. Once the white puff died down Namjoon, holding way more than just a broken chain waddled back over to me.

The whole damn door is between his two arms, blocking him from view when he turned around to face us.

He shyly poked his head out from the side while both Ruth and I just gawked for a good minute or two.

"I .." he glanced back at where the door once was with a guilty face "I can fix it," he insists, nodding his head slightly.

"God of destruction indeed," Ruth muttered to herself "hurry, we have to get in before people see,"

After all 3 of us got inside and we meticulously tried balancing the door back in place. We dashed... not really dashed since Namjoons knee is still semi-hurt, we speed-walked up the stairs.

"Oh my gosh was that Taehyung? I can't believe it," a voice from above exclaimed. Footsteps of its owner coming down the stairs.

"Same I was screaming on the inside. I wonder where they found him?"

I barely made out the two sentences before Ruth slid infront of me. Taking her cap off and yanking it over my head.

"Namjoon, hoodie please," she urgently demanded.

"But I only have a tank under-"

"Even better we all know how crazy they go over your man tiddies. Hand it over hurry," she outstretched a hand.

Man what?

Namjoon shrugged out of it and Ruth hastily pulled it over me, along with the hood, covering as much of my face as possible.

"Ruth, when did you get back?"

"Keep your head down," she whispered to me.

She turned around, Namjoon moved in front of me, covering as much of me as he could while still seeming natural.

"Heyy guys, I just did and I brought 2 new friends. Everyone else died, we couldn't get (y/n) this time," Ruth chirped, not moving and inch closer or away.

"Oh my gosh aren't you..." one of the strangers began, sounded like a man.

I further lowered my head, did they know me?