Amelia's POV:

"Yah! Yah! Yah! Where are you going little missy?"

I roll my eyes, turning around to a guy seated arrogantly in a chair. He looks at me expectantly, as if he deserves all of my attention. Slowly, I approach him, eyeing the girls.

Their eyes have nothing to them. I can't even find one personable thing about them. They are almost similar to those of a zombie, completely lifeless.

"Who are you," He smirks lustfully. His hands reach out for my arms to pull me into his lap.

"Amelia," I whisper, tucking my knife into the back of my pants. I plaster an innocent smile on my face, trying to hide the fact that I can feel the blade digging into my skin.

"Mmm," he breaths out, pulling my face closer to his, "That's unique,"

I allow my eyes to meet his, acknowledging that he is quite attractive. Although, that could just be the drugs running through my system.

I press my lips against his to avoid any more questions. His tongue entering my mouth repulses me, but I allow it's entry to distract him from what I'm about to do.  My right hand grabs my knife by the handle, bringing it foreword.

He removes his lips from mine, allowing me to leave short kisses along his jaw line. Eventually I arrive at his ear, mumbling "I hope you regret ever meeting me,"

Before he can retaliate I run my knife along his throat, deciding that this is the safest and quietest way to rid myself of these obstacles. He struggles in the same way that Pollick did, but I quickly put my knife through his temple to rid himself of misery, and from becoming a zombie.

I sigh, looking down at my skin drenched in blood. There's no point in going under cover now. I quickly remove his jacket and pull my arms through the sleeves. The girls around me don't even seem to have noticed what just happened.

I wish there was something I could do to save them, but they're already long gone.

"Time to find Keegan," I breath out, ignoring the tears building up in my eyes.

Killing other people isn't something I'm fond of. I don't like feeling like a murderer, but if I'm revoked enough I'll do anything to survive.

My feet carry me along the winding hallways while my want for survival drives me past my drugged state. If I stop for a minute, I may become too dizzy to continue my escape.

Finally, I spot Hoseok in a chair. His eyes widen when he sees me, but he quickly covers it up by lowering his head. What is going on here?

"This is your last chance," Keegan appears with his back facing me.

I don't wait another for another second to pass by. Instead, I find myself sprinting towards him, jumping onto his back. My hands clumsily drop my knife to the floor, and I curse myself for not thinking of the gun I just stole from Pollick.

"Fück!" Keegan grunts, attempting to throw me off his back.

"Mel!" Hoseok shouts. At that moment, I realize that he's been tied to his chair.

I desperately cling to Keegan, trying to get enough grip to reach for my gun. However, he continues to grip at my arms to throw me off leaving me to fend him off. I'm fearful that if I let go, he'll merely beat me to death. He's big enough to do so.

"Little bïtch," he curses, slamming his back against the wall.

I yelp, still refusing to let go. My eyes find their way to his throat, more specifically, his major artery. If this man was really thinking of hurting Hoseok, I'm willing to do whatever I can to get rid of him.

Plus, I need that stupid medallion.

I close my eyes, biting down as hard as I can and ripping his skin away. He immediately falls to the ground, screaming in pain. I throw myself away from him before he can grab me, coughing and gagging to get the taste of his blood out of my mouth.

"Holy Shït," Hoseok says, eyes wide as he watching Keegan eventually bleed out.

I slowly walk over to Keegan's body, taking the medallion off his neck and putting it in my coat pocket.

"We're getting out of here," I pant heavily, "now,"

"What happened to you?" Hoseok asks me while I cut away the ropes holding him to the chair.

"You don't want to know," I whisper.

Hoseok looks pained at my answer, but doesn't ask any further questions. Instead he grabs a gun stashed in the corner of the room. One of which I'm sure was Keegan's. Good thing that he didn't have a hold of that when I attacked him.

"Do you know how to get back to Jimin?" I ask.

Hoseok nods, leading the way. At first we walk slowly and quietly to avoid any confrontation from unwanted attention. However, after hearing some shouts from behind, we decide that running is our best option.

"I think we've been found out," Hoseok tells me.

"No shït," I reply, running faster when we reach the hallway of cells.

The two of us quickly run towards Jimin's, prodding at the lock. I allow Hoseok to take over, looking up at Jimin who is calmly sitting in the back corner.

"Yah, do you have anything to pick a lock?" I ask frantically.

He shakes his head.

"Hoseok, move," I order, taking out my gun and shooting the lock.

"Fück!" I curse loudly when my second option fails for a third time.

"Leave," Jimin speaks up.

Hoseok and I look to him as if he's gone crazy.

"I'm okay," he tells us with a smile.

"Jimin!" Hoseok pleads, becoming more nervous as the shouts behind us increase.

"Hyung, just give me a gun," Jimin says.

"What?!" I practically scream, "No! We're all getting out of here!"

"Amelia," Jimin turns to me, "it's okay. None of this is real anyway,"

"Jimin!" I gasp, grabbing him by his shirt through the bars, "Get ahold of yourself!"

"Seriously, I'm okay," he gives me a melancholy expression.

A gunshot from behind me causes me to jump. I quickly spin around, seeing that Hoseok just shot a guy looking for us. He runs over to him, stealing his gun and hands it to Jimin.

"What are you doing?!" I scream.

"Jimin-ah, you know I love you," Hoseok looks to his younger brother.

"Hyung, you know I love you too. I am finally getting out of this mess. It's okay. I'll see you soon," Jimin smiles with such sincerity that it makes my stomach fall. Why is he giving up so easily?

Why am I giving up so easily?

"Hoseok, Jimin, move! I'll try again!" I cry, pointing my gun at the lock.

"Mel, we have to go," Hoseok grabs my wrist before I can do anything.

"NO!" I scream, pushing him away. I fire a shot, the same dämn lock staring back at me.

"What the hëll?!" I grib at the stupid piece of metal, shaking the door frantically.

"Amelia," Jimin puts his hands over mine, "please just go. It's just goodbye for a little while,"

"What?" I breath out. Before I know it Hoseok is dragging me away from him. I struggle against him, screaming at the top of my lungs in rejection.

"Amelia!" Hoseok spins me to look at him, "If we don't leave now we all die!"

My lip quivers, hot tears washing away the blood on my cheeks. Why did this have to end this way? I allow Hoseok to drag me away from Jimin, the sound of a gunshot sensing chills up my spine.

He's really gone.