Amelia's POV:

"Just because a situation isn't fathomable doesn't mean it's not real," I sigh, studying Jimin's right knee.

The amount of blood still dripping from it is incredibly scary. I'm worried that if I wipe it away, I might be able to see his bone underneath.

"But you saw it didn't you? That wasn't real," Jimin continues to press for answers.

"Jimin," I look back at him, "we hardly know anything about those red eyes zombies. They're practically a new species. How are we supposed to know what they can and can not do?"

"You think?" He stares at me with weary eyes.

"I know. Besides, who knew zombies could actually be real until now. Anything is possible," I tell him, turning my attention back to his wound.

"I guess your right," he replies.

I take a deep breath before wiping away the blood, surprised when he doesn't even flinch. It seems to be hardly bleeding anymore which is strange considering his entire leg is covered in blood.

I continue to wipe away the red substance, furrowing my eyebrows when only a tiny, red scratch is to be found.

"Does this hurt?" I lightly poke it, concluding that it must be an internal injury.

Jimin sits up, "Not really,"

"Are you kidding me? Did you seriously make me drag you all the way here when you're perfectly fine," I whisper shout at him.

"Well... it hurt at the time," He pouts, stretching it out.

"Yah, can you two be any louder?" V glares at us.

I roll my eyes and continue to bandage Jimin's knee despite it being such a minor scratch. He neither flinches nor stops me so I assume that it may have been due to shock.

"How is your arm?" He asks once I finished.

I roll up my sleeve to see a surprisingly clean bandage.

"Seems okay," I shrug, pulling my sleeve back down.

"Your bandage on your head fell off," he points out.

I reach my hand up to touch it, sighing when I can feel the scabbed over scrape on my forehead. My lips purse wondering what I look like right, not that I should even care.

"Let me put a band aid on it," he whispers gently, fiddling with the first aid kit.

I wonder if I should ignore him or not, but can't find a reason to. It wouldn't hurt to keep it protected for the time being.

"You're nicer than I thought," I stare at his face as he carefully removes the adhesive.

"Are you complimenting me?" He smirks.

"I guess," I nod, leaning down to allow him to press the band aid to my forehead.

"The hoard isn't following them anymore," V suddenly turns to us.

"So are they gonna come back...?" Jimin trails off in a hushed whisper.

"They have," V sighs, "but the hoard won't respond to them,"

"That's a load of bull," my eyebrows raise at his reply, "give me the fücking Walkie talkie,"

V reluctantly hands it over and I snatch it out of his hands. Angrily, I crawl quietly over towards the back corner and sit myself against the wall.

"Does someone want to explain to me what 'the zombies won't respond to us' means?" I whisper aggressively into the small device.

"They literally won't. We've driven by them a bunch of times but they keep circling that little shack you guys are in," Jungkook's voice comes through the crackling speaker.

"Then shoot them!" My voice threatens to raise itself above a whisper.

"We have!" Jungkook shouts back and I quickly turn the volume down.

"Let me talk to Yoongi," I hiss, not believing a single word coming out of his mouth.

"What do you want?" his dreadful voice asks.

"Oh, I don't know. To get the hëll out of this fücking shack?"

"Listen. We're still trying to get them to follow the truck but they won't even turn an eye to us," Yoongi sighs unemotionally.

"You three are booking it to North Korea by my yourself aren't you? Do you not care about V and Jimin," I growl.

"Yah! We're going to get you guys out of there. Pull that fücking stick out of your äss and be patient," Yoongi almost chuckles.

"I have no time to wait for your lying, hypocritical, emotionless, self absorbed ässes," I say straight into the speaker, shutting it off and giving it to V.

My eyes go straight towards the vent above the shelves, studying the loses screws at the four corners. A smirk makes its way to my lips as I search for something to stand on.

"What are you doing?" V asks cautiously.

"Helping myself,"

"What does that imply...?"

I point to the vent before bending down to move a few crates underneath it. Slowly, I carefully ascend them, stopping when V grabs my waist.

"Stop it," He practically begs.

"Why?" I furrow my eyebrows at his sudden panic.

"You saw how many there were! Even if you get out you're as good as dead," His hair flops around as he tries to lecture me.

I sigh, "I'm not sitting around in here to slowly starve to death. Dying by them at least will get me out of here quicker,"

"Now you're just be unreasonable," He shakes his head, attempting to pull me off.

"V!" I whisper shout, "let me do this,"

"No. I won't lose you that easily," He tries to get me down again but I shake him off me.

"Aish!" He breaths in quickly, falling on a pile of tin paint cans.

"Shït," Jimin's eyes widen, meeting with my shocked ones.

The three of us remain completely still, waiting for an unpleasant knock to sound at the door but nothing ever comes. Not even a single growl sounds from outside reassuring my plan of escape.

"See," I raise an eyebrow at V who is still trying to get us Shït together.

Carefully, I strategically twist each screw about, each one requiring a certain amount of effort. After successfully getting the front grill removed, I hand it down to V who silently places it on the ground.

"Are you guys following?" I ask, already standing up to get in.

"I guess," Jimin is the first to reply, stepping up onto the crated stairway.

"Yah, let me help you," V quickly cuts in front of him to assist me in getting into the vent.

"Amelia," he refuses to let go of my ankle until I answer.

"What?"

"Promise you'll do whatever it takes to come back if you need to?" He whispers.

"Yah, aren't you coming too?" I chuckle.

"Yeah, but I'm not the first one out there," He replies worriedly.

"Trust me, I'm not dying today," I smile before wiggling my way through the narrow air vent.