Amelia's POV

A slight draft running over my face pulls me awake, my dreary eyes unable to focus on the tiny blobs moving above. I sluggishly attempt to blink them away, wondering why everything seems so far from me.

"Milly? Are you awake?"

V's voice dances through my ears, a ringing headache responding causing me to wince. I slowly open my eyes again to see V staring down at me along with Jimin who's looking off elsewhere.

"Where are we?" I ask breathily, my own voice sounding as if it's underwater.

"Don't worry about it, just rest," V smiles, his hair blowing ever so slightly to the right.

My eyebrows furrow, realizing that it isn't just a mere draft. In fact, it's more of a strong wind more than anything. Ignoring V's advice, I struggle to sit up, a gust of wind engulfing me.

"What the-" I mutter, watching the yellow lines between the road continuously disappearing behind us.

That small action of sitting up makes me dizzy. I start to fall back but luckily V is there to catch me, carefully placing my head back down on a pillow.

"Why are we in the back of a truck?" I ask.

"How else are we going to get anywhere?" Jimin chuckles, looking down at me.

I don't know, maybe our two feet, I think to myself.

"Why did we get stuck in the back?" I try to turn my head to V but end up wincing in the process.

I bring my hands to my face, clutching at the enormous headache constantly throbbing throughout my head.

"Calm down. It's better back here anyway," V coos.

I let out a short breath, the sharp pain near my forehead not becoming any more pleasant.

"Here, you should probably take more medicine," V tells me, removing one of my hands.

As he does so, I realize there is a a bandage across my forehead, possibly explaining my dreadful headache. I rack my brain for reasons as to why I would have hit my head but can't come up with any.

"Take this," V says, handing me two pills and some water. I gratefully swallow them, even the slightest movement causing me to wither in pain.

"What happened to me?" I breath out, surprisingly wanting nothing more than to start sobbing.

"Don't you remember?" V looks even more worried.

"No,"

"You hit your head on the pavement, because of David and whoever else he was with. Oh, and your cut on your arm is infected... but don't worry! I'll take good care of you," V smiles warmly at me after explaining my circumstance.

I sigh, remembering our little mishap with the scavengers. I attempt to gather any information based off my infected wound but can only find a few blurry memories.

"You should just sleep," V places his hand on my shoulder.

"Actually she shouldn't," Jimin calls out, "she probably has a concussion, which means she should be careful about sleeping so soon,"

V's eyes widen, recognition filling his features before turning to Jimin, "why didn't you say that earlier?"

Jimin shrugs, "she was already asleep,"

"What if something bad had happened to her!?" V raises his voice angrily.

Jimin puts his hands up as if to surrender, "she isn't my problem,"

"Says the one who told me to stay," I sigh, although I'm positive the two couldn't hear me.

Suddenly, the truck starts to slow, eventually coming to a complete stop. Jimin and V both stand to look ahead of us, not knowing why Yoongi has decided to stop driving.

"That doesn't look like a good idea," Jimin mutters.

A few echoed growls from walkers makes my curiosity grow. Despite my constant pain, I force myself to stand, V allowing me to lean into him for support.

"No way," I scoff silently, looking at the entrance to a dark tunnel. My eyes squint, searching for any sort of light at the end but fail to find anything.

"It's the only way to the other side of the mountain," Yoongi's voice becomes clear once he rolls down his window.

"Couldn't we just drive around the mountain?" V asks hopefully.

"Is that even a question?" Yoongi laughs.

"Yoongi Hyung thinks it will be a waste of our time to trek all the way around," Jungkook pipes in.

I wish I could see Yoongi's face right now so that I could slap him.

"Well we sure as hëll aren't staying back here," Jimin replies, shifting from one leg to another out of pure nervousness.

Something about this just doesn't seem right. It clearly is not logical for us to go through there, even if salvation may be on the other side. At this point we should be taking more precaution if we want to get there alive.

"I don't want to go," I start to step back, wanting nothing more than to get the fück off this stupid truck.

I didn't fight all this way to practically commit suicide.

"Let's just get inside the stupid truck," Jimin sighs, putting his foot on the side in order to jump off.

"GRAAHHGG!"

"SHÏT!" Jimin shouts, bringing his foot down in the head of a zombie.

I gasp out of surprise, turning around to feast my eyes upon a sea of red eyes. For a second I can't believe it, just a moment ago there was absolutely no sign whatsoever of the dämn things.

How could they just sneak up on us like that?

"DRIVE!" V shouts, Yoongi instantly stepping in the gas.

Jimin, V, and I all tumble backwards into the floor of the truck bed, scrambling to hold onto something to secure ourselves. I stab one of my knives into the side of the truck, crying out after pain shoots up through my arm.

"Fück," V grunts, pushing his body up against my while holding onto the knife I just put through the wall. One of his arms grips its hand firmly while the other one holds me to his chest.

I wrap my arms around him, nervously watching as the light from outside disappears, a blanket of darkness covering us.

"How is that possible?!" Jimin shouts at the top of his lungs.

I can't even muster up enough breath to answer him, instead hugging V tighter. The odds of us getting through this tunnel unscathed at zero to none. A zombie could easily fly over the hood of the truck and straight onto us.

My eyes blink, even though we are already in pure darkness I can feel myself going in and out of consciousness. Now is definitely not the time for this! Why isn't my adrenaline helping me at all?

"Milly, come on. Stay awake," V shakes me slightly, clearly able to sense my limp ness.

"Please," he continues, this time I notice how out of breath he is.

I quickly come to my senses, sticking another knife into the wall for me to hold on to. My fingers lock around it, V still making an effort to hold me in place.

The truck shakes, Yoongi clearly having a difficult time dodging all of the obstacles. My nose is filled with the smell of burnt tire, but I can only wish that he can get us out of this situation faster.

"Yah! Jimin!" V shouts. A few tiring seconds pass without an answer.

"Park Jimin!" V screams even louder.

Still no answer.

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