Amelia's POV:

It's been a long time since the footsteps have dissipated into slow scraping across the floor. Somehow that noise alone is even more nerve wracking, simply because you can hear exactly how close or far they are.

I can feel V's hand gently stroking my hair which seem to calm me a bit, but I can't help but get a bit stir crazy locked up in this uncomfortable car for so long. Especially when it's stuck upside down.

"I think we are safe to get out," Yoongi whispers from up front.

"Are you crazy?" Jimin questions him.

"Listen. They're aren't many left," Yoongi replies.

We all stay silent to hear the footsteps of only a few walkers. Although the may be correct, I don't want to see those red eyed monsters ever again. The regular zombies are a piece of cake, but not those.

"Okay, we can take them I'm sure," Namjoon concludes.

"If you say so," Jungkook agrees to his Hyungs command. I feel like this boy will do anything for them.

V tries to reach for his gun but I only clutch into his arm harder. I've never felt more helpless in my life, even more so than when this whole thing first started. It may be because I've lead myself to be vulnerable to some of these boys.

I also don't want to see anymore people die.

"Milly, it's okay," V consoles me.

"What if they aren't gone?" I hug his arm tighter.

"We got this," he pushed me away to look me in the eyes.

I feel better looking into his determined eyes, realizing I need to rediscover my armor.

"Ready?" Yoongi asks, counting down on his fingers.

We all spill out of the car, if anyone was watching from the outside we would look ridiculous. Just as Yoongi said, there are only a few walkers left which we take out with ease. They also are not red eyed like the ones from before.

"Aish, I have to pïss," Jimin mutters, walking off.

"My legs have never felt more cramped in my life," Namjoon groans while kicking them out.

"No dip Mr. Daddy Long Leg," I chuckle, earning a bi of laughs from the other boys.

"Okay Miss let me use this opportunity to cuddle with V Hyung," Jungkook teases me with one eyebrow raise.

"Oh shut it!" My face flushes red as I chase him around.

While trying to chase him I run straight into V, taking a step back without making eye contact. I attempt to step to the right, being stopped by him who does the same, then to the left, the same result following.

"Yah Yah Yah," V laughs, pulling me into a hug.

To keep everyone from seeing my bright red face, I don't refuse his gesture. V and I have known each other for quite some time so it shouldn't be weird for us to hug. Right?

"So how are we gonna get to North Korea now?" Jungkook asks.

"Yeah, without a car it will take years," Jimin finally returns from his pee break.

"We find another car," Yoongi shrugs.

I stare, judging them with all my might.

"Why do you want to get to North Korea so bad? It's not a way out," I furrow my eyebrows.

"Actually, it is. In fact it's the only way out," Yoongi repeats the answer they have been giving me all along.

"No. It's a dead end," I shake my head, "they'll kill us once we get there. Who on their right mind would let a bunch of potentially infected people into a healthy nation?"

"Who said we are walking straight up to the gate? We'll sneak in obviously,"  Jimin tilts his head to the side, again looking amused at my troubled behavior.

"Sneaking in?! People had a hard time getting in and out of there even before the
apocalypse started!" I exclaim.

"No one said we needed your approval. Leave if you don't like it," Namjoon scoffs.

I roll my eyes, knowing that I've clearly been defeated. Of course I would leave them if I could. If I had it my why I would go back to the way things were before when I didn't care about anybody but myself.

But now with everything changing, I think  I'd die on my own.

We all start off down the road, being careful not to let our guard down. I notice that Hoseok is looking strangely confident which makes me feel a bit more at ease.

"Is anyone going to talk about that storm and those red eyes?" Namjoon finally breaks the silence.

Even though I'm happy with the change of pace, I still get anxiety from not remaining silent.

"They're probably evolving," Yoongi replies, "it's been a long time, you know. That's just how things work,"

"And the storm?" Namjoon continues.

"I though that was weird too. Like how can one nation control the weather? That's just crazy," Jimin adds, looking back at the literal line between normal weather an chaotic weather.

"A virus bomb is also crazy, but here we are," Hoseok looks at them.

"But what if Jin Hyung was right?"

We all come to a stop, staring at Namjoon. It seems as if whenever someone can't find an answer to an event, they conclude that it all boils down to a simulation.

"Ridiculous," I laugh airily, shaking my head as I walk off.

"I'm not kidding! How on earth is that possible in the real world," Namjoon points to the storm behind us.

"Anything is possible, Hyung," Jimin trues. I can't tell if he's supporting his case or attempting to deny it.

"Think about it. What if this all isn't real. What if when we die, we return to how things used to be. Like as if this is all a stupid dream," The way Namjoon smiles at his words creeps me out.

"That's a risk to take," Yoongi smirks, clearly not buying it.

"Namjoon, wishful thinking won't get you anywhere in this life," I sigh.

"Hyung, like Milly said, even if this is a simulation it is still our realit," V says.

"But Jin Hyung could be waiting for us on the other side," Namjoon replies with a frown.

"The key words of that sentence were 'could be'. You don't know that for sure," Yoongi turns serious, "stop fantasizing of ways to bring back what you lost. Live in the now,"

Namjoon nods in defeat, still not looking too convinced. Nevertheless we continue down the road, the building becoming taller and taller as we go. I wonder what city we are entering.

"I think we should find a place to get some rest," V says, most likely noticing my sloppy steps.

"Fine," Yoongi sighs, leading us into a building.

We all carefully look around, concluding that it is safe after a few minutes.

"Who's the lookout?" Namjoon asks.

"Not it!" Jungkook exclaims, getting all comfy against the wall.

When no one else volunteers, Namjoon agrees to be the watch man. I carefully lay down my backpack, getting out my blanket and laying down. Although my pack is not a good pillow out all, I could sleep for years right now.

"Share with me," V smiles mischievously at me, laying down right in front of my face.

"Think again," I glare at him, rolling over.

It can't have been more than an hour when I'm awaken by voices. Trying not to startle, I keep my eyes closed, pretending to still be asleep.

"Yah, you didn't have to kill him," one of them whispers angrily.

"Come on, it will be fun. He might kill one of his friends that way," another answers with a silent laugh.

At their conversation my heart drops. I immediately want to get up and beat the shït out of them, but I don't think they are here to kill us.

"Hyung," take that bag over there and let's get out of here before he turns,"

"Ooo look. A girl," I hear one of their voices come closer to me.

"You act as if you've never seen a girl in your life," the other chuckles.

"Not in awhile. We should come back for her," He replies, shivers running down my spine.

"Alright let's go,"

I listen carefully to their footsteps leaving, waiting until there is absolutely no sign left of them. Slowly, I sit up, noticing that it is dark outside before standing up.

Clearly Namjoon can't do his job right if he's slumped over like that. I walk closer to him and slap him on the back, gasping when he falls straight to the ground.

Blood spills out from his neck as I back away in panic, tripping over V's sleeping body.

"Yah," V groans, "what are you doing,"

As soon as he looks into my eyes he knows something is wrong. With a shaky finger I point to Namjoon's lifeless body.

"Hyung!" V shouts, crawling over to him and flipping him on his back.

"What's going on?" Jimin now awakes, watching me sob into my hands.

I should've got up and killed those idiots when I had the chance. Or maybe I should have been the one to keep watch.

"What's wrong?" Jimin scoots closer to me.

"Hyung, please!" V cries out, backing away from Namjoon.

He collapses next to Jimin and I, draping himself over me to cry. I can't even put my emotions into words, staring at Namjoons lifeless body on the ground.

"S-someone needs to stab his brain," Jimin stutters, sniffling.

"I'll do it," A low voice speaks up, walking over to Namjoon.

I watch Yoongi kneel next to his body, looking as if he's completely fine. Perhaps he no longer cares about death, it's simply another step in his life to get over.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, plunging the knife into his temple.