Amelia's POV:

Looking at Yoongi now, I can't tell if I envy or pity him.

I mean, how can a person be so unaffected by the death of their best friend? Practically family.

Despite not knowing Jin or Namjoon well, I still feel the pain of the others. Even though they all hold themselves together pretty well, Yoongi still shows zero signs of loss or grieving.

He simply moves us along, as if nothing ever changed.

Perhaps I should be looking deeper in to his behavior and search for something good. This might just be the way he grieves, it's how I believed I would be. However, no matter how I think about it, it still seems so cold to me.

"Who did that to him?" Hoseok asks, his words shaking as they fall from his mouth.

This entire morning not one person has asked this question. Similar to Jin, the boys seem to want to keep up this façade that it's more important to be happy than to cry over the loss of a friend.

"Scavengers," V answers in a low voice.

For a moment I ponder whether or not I should tell them what I heard. The reason I'm keeping quiet is because I'm afraid they'll blame me.

I'm not sure why I think this way, it may be because I keep beating myself up over the 'What ifs'.

What if I woke sooner?

What if I took them on then?

What if I got revenge on them?

Killing them wouldn't make a difference, and I'd rather not end up like the monsters that they are.

"Two people need to be on watch from now on," Yoongi tells us.

I guess he's assuming the leadership role. From what I understand, Namjoon was always the brains behind the operation. Yoongi is also the oldest out of all of them, now that Jin is gone.

"I knew I should have stayed awake with him..." Jimin trails off.

"Yah. Remember?" V looks up solemnly, Jimin nodding at their silent code of honor. Maybe I'd understand better if I had close friends such as them, or if my family was still alive.

Doesn't that make it harder though?

While silently contemplating my thoughts I notice Jungkook staring down at the road. He walks with this sort of hiccup in his step which draws my attention to him.

I remember his words from last night, how he so effortlessly turned down being the lookout. I hope he isn't beating himself up over that.

"They stole some of our food and water so we need to stock up on that. Let's split up. Jimin, you come with me. Jungkook and Hoseok go over there, and V and... whatever your name is, there," Yoongi instructs.

I roll my eyes, still following his directions. I've come to accept the fact that I'll never prove myself to him. My existence is the last of his worries if he can be so composed after losing his two best friends.

"What's his deal?" I ask while walking along V.

"Yoongi Hyung? He just isn't a people person," V replies. Just looking at how down V is makes me want to crumble.

"Yah, rule," I hit him on the side. He smiles at me, a genuine one.

Looking at it now, I think I understand the concept of remaining happy. If all you do is sulk and cry, you will bring down the people who are still with you. You must enjoy every moment you have in this life because it may be gone in an instant.

"You know, Idol boy, we should be really good at this," I say.

"What? Because we used to look for your stupid instant ramen when you couldn't even eat it," V laughs.

"I would've found a way," I smile, "there's always a way,"

"OH!" He suddenly gasps, pointing behind me.

I quickly turn around, knife in hand, ready to kill a bïtch.

"Gullible," V starts to giggle.

"It's an apocalypse. obviously I'm going to take everything seriously!" I snap at him, pouting.

"Zombie girl, I think just your face would scare away any zombie," he teases.

"You little-" I start to chase after him but he quickly runs away.

I start to follow him until two familiar voices catch my attention. Staring down an alleyway I see two boys with Jungkook's backpack on one of their shoulders.

I quickly jump behind a dumpster before they can see me and attempt to listen in on their conversation. My eyebrows furrow when I can't hear anything, and for a moment I believe I've gone crazy.

"You look familiar,"

My head snaps up, eyes widening when they meet those of Namjoon's killer. I swiftly take a throwing knife from my belt and chuck it upwards, he dodging it as if it was child's play.

I take no time in getting to my feet to run, only to be stopped by the second guy.

"Have we met?" He cocks his head to the side, "I'm David,"

I start to back away from him, putting a bunch of thoughts together in my mind like why they are so obsessed with me and why does this Korean man have an English name.

Both of those don't really matter in this situation.

Before I can get any words out I feel a cool object on my throat along with a hand gripped tightly on my left upper arm.

"Shocked?" The man whispers in my ear.

"Oh get lost," I grunt, not wanting to give them any satisfaction.

Where the heck is V?

"Sorry about your friend," David apologizes, "he would've gave us a hard time,"

"Maybe you should stop stealing from others and take care of yourselves for a change," I growl, feeling the metal poke into my skin.

"Stealing in this world is surviving," The man holding a blade to my neck says.

"What have I even done to you? Leave me alone," I sigh, trying to keep fear from creeping up to my face.

"We have no business with you, we just are curious," David shrugs.

So they don't plan to kill.

"Fine. Let's talk," I breath out, feeling light headed all the sudden.

"Who are the boys you are with?" The man behind me asks.

"Does it matter? I could ask you who you are and it wouldn't change anything,"

"True," I can feel him nod.

But seriously, where the fück is V?!

Fine, guess I'll have to figure a way out of this myself.

In the blink of an eye I twist his arm away from my neck, kicking him in the bälls and running. I have a better chance of winning a 1 on 2 fight if I'm in the open with both of them in front of me.

"Stop," David grabs my bad arm and squeezes it, the pain forcing me to the ground.

"Seriously? Are you fücking teleporters or what?!" I shout, with the obvious intentions of alerting one of the boys.

"Aren't you even a little curious to ask who we are or what we want?" David who is now pinning me to the ground asks.

"Your a pain in my äss is what you are," I mutter, shutting up when he uses his gun to press my face into the pavement.

Um ouch?

"Get your dïrty fücking hands off of her," a deep voice growls.

"It's about time!" I sigh, feeling relieved to hear V's voice.

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I'm on a roll with this book hehehe I have good ideas planned.