Amelia's POV:

"Aish" I grunt, David putting an excessive amount of pressure on my back.

I blink my eyes a few times, wondering why my vision is becoming so blurry when I was just fine before now.

"What do you want?" V asks angrily.

David and his friend look at each other with a smirk, "her,"

V erupts into laughter, my eyebrows furrowing. This isn't a funny matter.

"You want her? Let's see... her zombie slaying skills are mediocre, she causes a lot of trouble, argues with anything and everything you say, eats all the food, and doesn't laugh at jokes," V stands with his hands in his hips.

"Then I'll take it as you don't want her," David's eyebrows raise.

"Wrong," V's voice goes back to his deep growl, knocking out David's friend and practically karate kicking David's gun out of his hand, "want to rethink your plan?"

"Get your hands off me," David shakes himself away from V.

I quickly swing my feet around and take David to the ground, putting s knife to his throat. My quick actions make me feel even more dizzy, but I ignore it in the heat of the moment.

"You killed Namjoon," I say between gritted teeth, making a small cut across his skin.

"What?" V's voice raises.

"They have Jungkooks backpack," I reply.

I can see the fear in David's eyes which makes me go soft. Although I have a good reason to kill him, I can't do it this time. Maybe if he looked at me with a cold stare I would.

"Get lost," I breath out, backing away.

"Get your friend and never show up in front of me again," V follows up, confirming that he is on the same page as me.

David scrambles to get his friend, roughly getting him to come to, and clumsily running away. V solemnly walks over to pick up Jungkook's backpack as I'm finally able to take a deep breath.

"I better not regret letting them go," V says.

Leaning against a brick wall, I try to focus my attention on V. I train my eyes to his hands which holds the strap of Jungkooks backpack over his shoulder, along with his own. Considering I've never really taken the time to look at him in such detail, his hands are really pretty.

"Milly? Yah! Amelia!"

I'm drawn out of my daze to V shouting my name. I can't help but pant, attempting to support my own weight but failing.

"What did he do to you?" V asks after catching me.

"N-nothing," I stutter, "I think I'm just shocked,"

"Yah. You look like a ghost right now," I can sense the worry in V's voice.

"I thought I looked like a zombie," I chuckle lightly.

"Maybe you're dehydrated," V breathes out, more to himself than anyone else.

He sits me up against the wall, searching through his backpack for some water. His fingers gingerly unscrew the cap, helping me to take a sip out of it.

"When is the last time you ate?" He asks me.

"Those gummies. V, I'm fine. I just need a minute," I brush him off.

"Are you sure?" He looks into my eyes warily and I nod.

"Just help me up,"

He obeys, helping me to my feet and also helping me to walk towards our destination. We don't necessarily need to look for new supplies after discovering Jungkook's backpack, but we might as well since we're already split up.

"Are you made at me?" V suddenly speaks up.

"For what?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"For coming too late, and for insulting you. I was only trying to convince them to give up," He explains.

I laugh, "V, I'm not mad. Besides, you didn't come to late. I'm alive, aren't I?"

"Yeah but you look terrible," he frowns.

"If you keep talking I may get mad at you for real," I sigh.

Suddenly I feel a strange feeling crawl to my throat. You know, the one where you know you're about to throw up. I quickly B-line it around the corner, mostly just water splashing onto the ground.

I cough a few times, wiping my mouth while not enjoying the disgusting after taste. Without knowing it I collapse into the ground, luckily falling backwards instead of into my out vomit.

"Yah" V shouts, running over to me.

I try to focus on his face, but my eyes keep rolling upwards and going cross eyed. My body feels as if it's on fire yet cool at the same time, and my thoughts are going on all different directions.

Suddenly I'm really scared.

"V," I whimper.

He puts my head in his lap, brushing my hair out of my face. The palm of his hand checks my temperature revealing that I most definitely have a fever.

"Shït, you need medicine," he breaths out, "can you get on my back?"

I nod my head, pushing myself off the ground while he lifts me from under my armpits. V supports me until I'm able to get on his back and starts to move foreword.

"Don't worry, I'm really good at finding things," V reassures me while entering a building that used to be a pharmacy.

Leaning my head on V's shoulder I can already tell that it's heavily looted. I very much doubt that there will be any sort of medicine left, but I can at least hope.

"You better not throw up on me," V says worriedly after I let out a few coughs.

"I won't," I sigh breathily, feeling like my limbs weigh a ton.

"I'm going to sit you down," V tells me before setting me onto a chair.

"Stay here,"

"Wait," I whisper, Holding onto his wrist, "don't leave,"

"I'm just going over there for some medicine," His expression remains gentle. I decide to let him go, although I'm pretty sure if any danger comes my way I'll be dead.

How come this all came on so quick? I remember feeling slightly light headed when I ran into David but that's about it. It wasn't until he grabbed my arm that...

As soon as the thought crosses my mind I check my arm, my eyes widening at the soaked bandage. Red and yellow stains cover they fabric, despite the fact that I just changed it this morning. That bästard just had to reopen the wound.

I quickly unravel the bandage, my eyes widening at the sight. The skin surrounding the cut is bright red while various yellow scabs are scattered around it. It seems to be seeping puss which is never a good sign.

My eyebrows furrow, noticing a single, purple vain bulging out through my skin. I've only seen this a few times before, and all of them were from people who were turning.

My heart just about drops to the floor.

"I found some medicine! There's actually a lot left," V returns smiling.

I slowly look up at him with watery eyes.

"V, you have to kill me," I whisper.