Amelia's POV:

"Remind me again why you're so fücking rude," Yoongi turns to me while we all sit around in an old workshop.

We finally made it far enough away from the center of Busan in order to stretch our legs. Honestly, I haven't been in a car in ages so this was quite the experience for me. It almost makes me miss how things used to be even more.

"My mom taught me not to talk to strangers," I mock a child, not even daring to waste energy on making eye contact with him.

"Oh really? I'm guessing she's dead now considering you're alone," He chuckles lightly, kicking a stone my way before storming out of the room.

I draw my bottom lip between my teeth, trying not to let his comment get to me. It's not his fault, I provoked him, but the idea of him even mentioning my mom pushes my buttons.

At the time of the bomb drop I was living with my parents in Seoul. I had just left for school when it hit, and unfortunately neither of my parents survived. That left me to fend for myself.

The once naive girl who had never touched a gun in her life quickly turned into a thick skinned bïtch who can shoot a zombie from a mile away.

It's crazy what life throws at you sometimes. You turn into a catcher, having to stop anything and everything coming your way. At times it's scary, but you have to learn to deal with it.

Eventually you'll end up like me.

"Don't worry about him, he's hard to please," V crouches at my side, most likely noticing my troubled expression.

"V, you do realize that I'm at fault here, right?" I glance at him.

"Of course I do," his expression suddenly changes as he roughly pokes my forehead sending me onto the ground from my crouched position.

I watch him walk away angrily, leaving me alone. Well, maybe he shouldn't have offered to take me in the first place. Then he wouldn't have to deal with all of my bull shït.

"Wow,"

I look over my shoulder to see Jimin propped up on a mound of wooden boxes. He seems to be oddly amused by this whole situation, which is quite surprising to me.

"What?" I shrug my shoulders at him.

He looks down at me with a slight smirk, "Nothing. It's just really hard to make Taehyung mad,"

"Who?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"Taehyung,"

"Yeah, who's that?" I airily laugh.

"Seriously? Why does he call you his friend when you don't even know his name?" Jimin shakes his head out of surprise.

"He said his name was V," I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, that's his nickname. His real name is Taehyung. Jeez, you really aren't here to be nice to us," Jimin purses his lips.

"You know what? I've had enough of this. Tell V, or Taehyung, Whatever, thanks for giving me a lift," I sigh, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

"You're leaving?" Jimin asks curiously.

"Yup," I pop the ending and start for the door.

"That's just going to make him more angry," Jimin calls after me.

"What? Are you trying to stop me?" I turn around, walking backwards.

Jimin shrugs, "No, I just think you're ungrateful, that's all,"

I frown, unable to combat his statement because I know it's true. It's just so hard to trust these boys in this certain scenario that everything I say comes out bitter.

The only reason why V and I became friends was because he met me before I put a wall up around me. Lately I've been pushing him away, and I think he's finally catching on. We used to spend entire days together just fooling around.

However, things started to become more serious when the government pulled out. More deaths resulted in this fact bringing more and more zombies into the equation. It became more likely to die than to live, which prompted me to learn how to survive.

This involved many mistakes from trusting other survivors until finally I came to the conclusion that everyone is out here for themselves. Which also means V.

"All's I can say is thank you. I wish you the best," I reply to Jimin, watching his face slightly soften. It's strange, some people accept my kind gestures while others brush it off as fake.

I think Jimin may have a good sense of what's genuine and what's not.

As the cool night air meets my face, I notice the car light is still on. If these boys were any smart they'd make sure to keep the car hidden. People would literally kill to have some wheels now a days.

With that in mind, I slowly walk towards the car, curiously stopping when I notice someone is still inside. I watch the boy inside hug his knees to his chest like a pure coward, almost scoffing at the sight.

"Yah," I say, instantly startling him when I open the door.

My eyes almost become wide, his hand flying up while shakily holding a gun in his hand. I keep my facial expression composed, strangely fascinated with how much I can learn about him just by looking into his eyes.

"It's just me. I'm not going to hurt you," I laugh awkwardly.

"I-I barely know you," he stutters.

"Well, for starters, my name is Amelia. Most of my friends called me Emmie though," I introduce myself, helping to put his nerves at ease.

"You're Tae's friend?" He slowly replies, looking for confirmation before he lets his guard completely down.

"Yeah. Or at least, kind of," I shrug, "it seems we aren't that close,"

"He talks about you a lot though, but he never called you Amelia. Just Zombie Girl," He explains.

"I never tell people my name. Now you're the only one thats knows," I offer him a small smile.

I feel a little happy when he shows one back to me. It's incredibly bright, especially against my dark reality. His smile draws me in, and I find myself sitting inside the car with him.

"You never told me your name," I say.

"Jung Hoseok," He starts, "but I usually go by Hobie,"

"Why Hobie?" I tilt my head to the side.

"Because when I was an idol, I went by J-Hope," he explains.

"Wahh," I gasp, "so all of you really are Idol Boys' group,"

Suddenly, a small bug flies past Hoseok's face causing him to become completely startled. He lets out a shriek, swatting the air like crazy before hiding his face in his hands.

"Yah," I laugh, slapping the bug.

Hoseok silently peers through his fingers, lightly trembling. I force my face into it's normal stoic state, feeling oddly reminded by someone I used to know by him.

"I'm surprised you've survived this long," my eyebrows raise, once again my words coming out bitter. Honestly, I don't mean for it to sound that way but somehow I always manage to.

"Fortunately I have my hyungs to protect me..." He trails off, lowering his hands, "Unfortunately I've become a burden,"

This time I actually frown, "They wouldn't protect you if that thought you were one. Besides, I'm jealous of you,"

"Jealous of me?" His eyebrows knit together out of confusion.

"You're still pure. In fact, I bet you're the only pure person there is left. Before all of this I was a lot like you, but now I've turned into who I am now. I liked me a lot better back then," I breath out the last sentence, looking away.

"That's funny," his smile is small and sad, "because I want to be more like you,"

I clear my throat, unable to handle his compliment, "So, why were you sitting in here all alone?"

"Because it's almost a matter of time before we have to move again. I'd rather be ready than risking my life out there," He explains.

"Uh..." I trail off, eyeing him carefully, "you do realize that it's probably way more dangerous to stay in here, right?"

"W-why?" His voice trembles.

"You could easily get trapped in here. Plus, with the light on you'll easily attract some walkers or even other survivors," I tell him.

"I didn't think of that..." He replies.

"So you should stay close to your friends. Never leave their side, help them when they need help, help yourself when you need help. The only person you can completely rely on is you. If you want to conquer your fear you can't just sit here and think about it. You have to actually do something about it," I nod, approving of my own advice.

He continues to stare at me, giving me his undivided attention to the point where it makes me uncomfortable. This boy is so incredibly pure that it puzzles me.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Hoseok," I wave, sliding out of the car.

Soon enough I hear the door shut, Hoseok holding eye contact with me from the other side of the car. Perhaps my advice may have worked too well.

"Emmie-ah, how old are you?" He cocks his head.

"Doesn't matter," I sigh, "you'll never see me again anyway,"

"What? Why?!" He exclaims, following me down the road a little ways.

"I'm not one to take handouts from strangers," I say without turning around to look at him.

"But we aren't strangers! You know Tae!" He calls after me.

"Tae doesn't even know my name," I purse my lips.

"But I do,"

My feet slowest slide against the concrete, pulling me to a stop in order to look at Hoseok. His eyes sparkle, even without the moonlight to help them. It's almost as if he's an angel, sent to me in order to bring me back to Earth.

Why do I feel the need to protect such a person?

"Hoseok, How old are you?" I throw his question back at him out of pure curiosity.

"I'm 24," He replies.

That's strange. He seems so much younger than me that I would've have never thought he would be 24.

that probably means that the rest of the boys are around the same age... making me most likely the youngest.

Aish, I hate having to deal with all that age crap. That's why I never bother with honorifics. I simply disagree with them.

"U-ah-uh," Hoseok starts stuttering badly, my eyes following his pointed finger.

I look behind me, noticing a hoard of zombies coming down the street. Strangely enough, I couldn't hear their roars until now. Usually I'm pretty good with that stuff.

"Stop!" I shout at Hoseok who almost turns around to run, "it's too late,"