Amelia's POV:

"Here," V whispers, clearly out of breath from all our sprinting.

I sit down, taking his rag from his hands. My hand shakily pulls the sleeve of my sweatshirt past my elbow, revealing an impressive gash up the side of my arm.

"Oh shït," V gasps with his eyes wide.

I ignore his worried expression, sparing some water to wash off the wound. As soon as I wipe the darkened blood away, some new, bright red blood appears.

"Well," I sigh, applying some pressure to my wound, "that was fun,"

"I'm so sorry," V apologizes.

I laugh, "I wasn't being sarcastic,"

"But... your arm..." he trails off, helping me to tie the rag around it as a temporary bandage.

"It happens," I shrug.

"Yah! Gucci gang, are you done playing?"

Our heads turn to Namjoon who is staring impatiently at us. V quickly helps me to my feet, guiding me over to where the others are waiting.

"Amelia look," Hobie smiles widely at me, "I found you some new jellies and- oh my god your arm,"

His hand seems to shake with fear as it points to the spreading blood stain on the sleeve of my sweatshirt.

"We hit a bit of a set back," I chuckle nervously, attempting to hide the stain with my arm.

"What a shame," Yoongi circles around me, "I don't think blood will come out of that Gucci hoodie,"

"Hyung," V rolls his eyes, clearly not too fond of him teasing me.

"Let's take a look at it," Jimin offers.

"No it's okay," I raise my hands in the air, slightly wincing, "I got a bandage on it already,"

The boys look at me in a way that feels like they aren't convinced. Even so, we continue on our way. I still, however, have no idea where we're going.

"Want to try the jellies?" Hobie asks me hopefully. I can tell that he's trying to break the suffocating silence.

"Why not," I hold my hand out for him to plop some in.

"Can I have some?" Jimin asks.

"No. They are Hobie and I's only," I smirk, popping one into my mouth.

"Hyung," Jimin whines.

"Mel makes the rules, not me," his eyebrows raise.

Mel. I haven't heard that nickname in awhile. My parents used to call me that when I was younger, but as I grew older "Amelia" became the norm.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see V glaring deeply into our souls. For someone who basically begged me to meet his friends, he sure doesn't want me getting close to them.

"Idol boy, do you want some?" I decide to include him.

I hear a scoff from up front, "how arrogant,"

"What?" I say back.

"How can you call him just 'idol boy'?" Yoongi stops in his tracks, staring back at me, "He's older than you, and has probably accomplished way more than you ever will,"

"Well considering there is an apocalypse going on now, your probably right," I smile sarcastically.

"Even if there wasn't you would probably be good for nothing," He turns even more angry at me reply.

"You wanna know something 'Yoongi'. I grew up in America where honorifics are practically nonexistent. So I'm sorry if I refuse to call V "oppa" due to the stigma that lies around that word,"

A slap across my face shuts me up.

"You wanna know something 'dongsang'? It doesn't matter if there is a weird stigma around that word. It's out culture and you should respect it," Yoongi looks down at me as if I am the devil himself.

"Hyung!" V shouts, pushing him away from me, "give her a break,"

"If she doesn't want to respect us she should just leave," Jin sighs. It seems like I have not done a very good job at getting the older boys to like me.

I bite my lip angrily.

"V..." Hobie trails off.

"Korean isn't even her first language. I don't care what she calls me," V starts to explain to them.

"Guys.." Hobie says.

I decide to turn my attention to him, fear radiating off of him. My eyes have to blink a few times to the hoard walking towards us. They almost don't seem real, stumbling along as if they are glitching.

"What the fück?" Jungkook gasps.

"They weren't there a second ago!" Namjoon exclaims.

"Simulation," Jin repeats.

"Hyung. Just shut up," Yoongi growls, "just keep going forward-"

We all stop, staring at the other hoard heading in our direction.

"Simulation," Jin nods, sweat beading at the top of his forehead.

"Shut the hëll up!" Yoongi screams, ushering is all to the nearest building.

We climb 8 stories until we finally reach the roof. It seems getting trapped on roof will become a trend of mine at this rate. That and coming into contact with hoards that appear out of nowhere.

"They came because they heard us shouting," Jimin concludes, preparing his bow.

"Or someone dropped them here," Jin continues with his theory.

"I'm ignoring you now," Yoongi grunts, taking his swords out of their sheathes.

I remove some of my throwing knifes, also preparing my gun. If all goes well, hopefully they will give up on trying to get us up here.

"What's going to happen to us?" Hobie looks to everyone, clearly terrified.

"Nothing. We'll be fine," Jimin replies.

I hand him a jelly with a smile.

"It's best to stay calm in these types of situations," I tell him.

"Why are you only nice to him," Yoongi looks at me angrily.

I roll my eyes, continuing to eat my jellies. While doing so I notice Jungkook licking his lips, staring at the bag next to my feet.

"Are you going to steal them again?" I laugh, his gaze quickly snapping away.

"Here," I toss some in his direction, a smile forming on his usually stoic face.

Jellies really bring people together. Who knew?

"They aren't going to leave?" Him whispers.

We all look at the crazy man, giving him our full attention.

"They won't leave until one of us jumps off. I saw this in a dream before," He whispers, standing up and walking towards the edge.

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