Amelia's POV:

The two of us run up the stairs and onto the roof in a matter of seconds. Within that time, looking down over the ground below us we can already see the hoard almost reaching the one story building where the rest of the boys are.

"No, no, no," Hoseok repeats to himself, watching the zombies bang on the door to where his friends are.

"Where are the car keys?" I ask him.

He doesn't seem to hear me as he simply just falls into a state of panic. His behavior reminds me of someone I used to know. My best friends younger brother was just like him, but I looked at that boy as if he were related to me.

"Hoseok-ah, get your act together. If you don't want to be a burden to them, help me," I grab his arm to make him listen.

"What can I do?" He frowns, lightly shaking.

"First, tell me where the car keys are," I reply.

"Jin Hyung has them," He answers.

Great, I was hoping Hoseok would have them.

I breath out, grabbing a wooden slab off the roof and making it into a bridge between the two buildings. It slightly tilts downwards in an incline, making crossing it a lot harder.

"Hold this here," I instruct Hoseok.

"W-what?" He stutters.

I nod my head in the direction of the board, him reluctantly holding it in place. Carefully, I place my foot into the center of the wood, my hands raising out for balance.

My eyes stay trained ahead, not wanting to look down at the hungry hands reaching for my feet. Their growls are a constant reminder that if I fall, it will be a whole of a a lot painful.

"Emmie, I don't think this a good idea," Hoseok whines behind me.

"Oh shut up," I grit my teeth, considering I'm already almost halfway across. It's far too late to turn back now.

"Okay, your turn," I breath out in relief when I make it to the other side. I bend down, holding the wooden slab in place.

"W-what? I-i can't," His voice stammers while his face is completely terrified.

"Yes you can," I state, motioning with my hand to get him to come to me.

"I really can't," He says again, backing up.

Just as he does so, I notice the hand of a zombie reaching up from where we entered the roof. I'm no longer on that roof top with him, and if I shoot my gun I'll only alert more zombies.

"Hoseok, cross the dämn plank right now," My eyebrows furrow out of frustration but mostly worry.

His head shakes back and forth, taking a few steps backwards as he does so. I watch in fear as the zombies fingers curl around the edge of the roof, it's face coming into the light for me to see it's gaze fixed on Hoseok.

"You can do it. Trust me," I try, not wanting to panic him more, "Just think of it as a weird stage trick. Surely you have to have some type of balancing skills as an idol?"

This time he nods his head, but there isn't that much confidence around it. Nevertheless, his feet carry him towards the plank and he places one food on the wood carefully.

"Okay, good," I encourage him the best I can, eyeing the zombie that is currently crawling towards him, "Hurry,"

He puts both of his feet on, taking two steps only to look down and stop. His eyes squeeze together as a whimper escapes his mouth. Clearly this is beyond his capabilities at the moment and I can't do anything to give him courage.

I almost choke when the zombie on the other roof top comes within inches of him. Without giving it another thought I step on the plank, feeling it wobble recklessly before grabbing his hand before the zombie can.

The two of us thankfully end up falling safely on the other side, my breathing heavy as ever. I roll over onto my side and quickly kick the plank, sending it into the pit of zombies in order to keep us safe.

"Are you okay?" I ask, placing my hand gently on his shoulder.

He trembles beneath my touch, cowering his head to his knees. I've possibly asked too much of him. I shouldn't have sat in the car with him in the first place, then I wouldn't care for him.

"Just stay put," I whisper, crawling over to a skylight.

I take my gun in my hand and smash the glass. The shattering is much louder than I hoped for causing the zombies angered roars to worsen.

"Shït!" I hear someone shout from below.

"Miss me?" I smile down at V who only glares.

"Why'd you come back?" He practically growls.

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. The whole 5 months that I've known him I've never seen him this way. He's always so giggly, smiley, and insistant on keeping me in check.

Right now it just looks like he wants nothing to do with me.

"Thought I had to repay you for saving me," I explain, "but if you don't want my help I'll just leave,"

"We have it under control," he tells me, only seconds later a scream coming from inside.

"THE GLASS IS CRACKING!"

"What's your plan?" V turns back to me with a change of pace.

Shït... I don't have a plan. I search my brain for any idea at all. It's not a secret that zombies are distracted by fire, so maybe I can set fire to something.

My eyes roam about the area while looking for a target. I spot the car, deciding that it's the only thing within reach that will easily go up in flames.

"Permission to blow up your car?" I ask, V scoffing immediately.

"Permission fücking denied," Yoongi suddenly shows up with a sword in his hand.

Seriously? Where did he even find a sword?

"It's not gonna hold much longer!" Another voice shouts from below.

"Blow it up!" V's eyes widen when they meet mine.

For a split second I can't help but get lost in his terrified gaze. Just like I've never seen him angry, I've never seen him like this either. He looks hopeless which makes me feel sad. I hardly ever feel that way towards others anymore.

"You got it," I click my tongue, waltzing to the edge of the roof.

I hold my gun out, aiming directly at the gas gage. My gun fires within seconds, the deadly fuel spilling out of the tar. I then take a match from my bag and light it, sending it flying into the air.

The instant it comes in contact with the fuel, the car bursts in to flames. I proudly watch most of the hoard turn their attention the burning light as if they're flies.

I mean, what more do you expect from brainless things?

The boys startle me slightly when they swing the building door open, sprinting for their lives down the street. It would probably be smart if I ran as well huh...

"Hoseok! We need to go!" I kneel beside him, helping him up.

He's in a state of shock and doesn't look to be responding any time soon.

"Aish!" I whisper panicky, attempting to get him on my back. Just as I expected I'm much too scrawny to carry a grown man down a one story building and then run for a few minutes.

"YAH!" I scream in his face, "GET UP AND FÜCKING RUN!"

His eyes widen before he pops up from the ground.

Finally.

"Follow me," I instruct, I eye the ground below, looking for the safest and smartest way out.

I scoot myself off the edge, landing gracefully to knife some stupid walkers in the face. Luckily Hoseok is right behind me to push me along or else I'd probably get carried away.

Once we almost make it to where the boys have run off to Hoseok collapses onto the ground. A gasp escapes my lips and I quickly drag him the best I can towards the building, leaning him up against a wall.

I slam the door shut behind me to secure us before properly checking on the boy.

"I'm fine," Hoseok breaths out, "I just need a second,"

"Are you sure?" I ask. I can't help but see the similarities to the boy I once knew and the boy sitting in front of me.

I know he's not the same, but somehow I don't at the same time. Usually I wouldn't go out of my way to help another person, but now that I think of that it like that it makes me an awful person.

I guess he made me realize that...

"Thank you," I sigh, Hoseok furrowing His eyebrows at me, "ehem. I mean, we should probably catch up to the other boys soon,"

"Could you go get them?" He asks, still completely out of breath.

"I can't leave you here alone," I shake my head.

"They're just in the building beside us. Just be quick about it," He tells me.

"Okay," I reply, having no choice but to listen to him. This is the first time he's been sure about something, so I need to be sure about it to.

"Don't move a muscle unless you absolutely have to!" I tell him, making sure to secure the door tightly shut.

I quickly and carefully make my way over to the next building, making sure that no zombies followed us down this way. Surprisingly enough, none have. In this instance we just got lucky.

"Yah! Hose-" I start once I enter the room of Boys.

"YOU FÜCKING KILLED HIM!"

My eyes widen when I pressed against the wall, Yoongi's hands at my throat. I attempt to cough out words but can't get any past his tight grip around my neck.

"Where's Hoseok?" One of the taller ones looks around worriedly.

"She killed him," Yoongi frits his teeth, "he was in the car!"

"N-o, I—," I gasp for air, already feeling faint.

"Let her go!" V exclaims, forcefully tugging Yoongi off me.

I fall to the ground in a heap of coughs. My hand flies to my throat which is currently engulfed in pain from almost being crushed.

"Hobie was in the car still. She blew him up," Yoongi points his finger at me, suddenly yelling at V, "Why are you stopping me?!"

"He's really dead?" Jimin's bottom lip trembles.

"No," I finally say after catching my breath.

"What do you mean no?" The tall one towers over me.

"He's in the building next door?" I point to it weakly, fully collapsing in the cold tile.

They all sprint out of the room as soon as the words leave my mouth. I roll over on my back, hiccuping in pain and resentment.

This is why I don't help other people, because they always stab me in the back.