Amelia's POV:

"Get up,"

The sudden noise causes my eyebrows to furrow as I angrily burry my head into my pillow. Now is not the time to face reality.

"Yah," the voice becomes more annoyed, "get her up now or we're leaving without you,"

I recognize their sour tone, putting the voice to Yoongi who is almost always scowling at me. I can't imagine ever being liked by him, even if we weren't in the midst of an apocalypse.

"Milly," A different voice whispers.

Milly? No one has ever called me that in my life.

"We have to go," the voice continues, this time very sweet and soothing.

"No," I mutter.

"Come on," they try, a hand brushing my hair out of my face.

My eyes snap open, realizing all at once that my pillow is indeed V's chest. I roll my eyes, not even bothering to ask how I ended up practically cuddling with him and instead pull myself to my feet.

"How's your arm?" He asks, also rising from the ground.

I move my fingers around a bit, examining the wound.

"Feels fine," I lie, ignoring the soreness resonating up my arm.

My gaze shifts to the rest of the boys who are already up and ready to go. Hesitantly, I follow them down the stairs, my gut feeling all too uneasy.

After what happened last night, they are all doing pretty well. It's almost as if nothing has changed, but I'm too scared to ask any of them if they are okay.

Perhaps this is their way of coping with the loss of their best friend. To just forget about it and move on. I know that feeling all to well.

"It's our rule," V whispers to me.

"What?" I look at him, the two of us trailing slightly behind the rest of them.

"If we lose one of us. We have to keep going and stay happy," He tells me, my eyebrows raising. Did he just read my mind?

"So you aren't aloud to be sad?" I ask carefully.

"No," he replies, sadness still evident in his expression.

I purse my lips, noticing that the others are mingling amongst each other as if nothing ever happened. None of them dare mention Jin which almost makes me feel more depressed.

"So are you denying his existence?" I look at V, not meaning to, but sounding quite angry.

I can sense the amount of effort he is putting into not crying.

"No. We just agreed all together that we want each other to remain as happy as possible. If you aren't happy, living isn't really living," he says.

"I guess there is some sense in that," I nod my head, unable to shake the anxiety rising in my stomach.

My eyes still feel strange from all the crying last night. I've seen a lot of death in my life, but it never gets any better for me. No matter who it is I always find myself falling into a pit of depression, a life is a life.

Although I can constantly tell myself that it's bound to happen, especially in today's world, it doesn't change the fact that you will never be able to look that person in the eye, hear their voice, or touch them ever again.

Death is complete bull shït.

"We need to find a car," Namjoon tells all of us.

Without welcome, and image of Jin driving the van I met the boys in pops into my mind. I can still see the expression in V's face of how excited he was to finally have me in his grasp.

Even if Jin sometimes gave me a hard time for being with them, he definitely wasn't as mean as the others. While looking down at his face last night I realized the size of his big heart.

I just don't know if the same can be said for his brain. Simulation? I just can't bring myself to understand that nonsense.

"OOO OOO OOOOOO"

I snap myself out of my thoughts to say Hoseok running for the hills. A single zombies holds its hungry hands out while attempting to shimmy across the ground with its intestines trailing behind it. Gross.

"Aish," Yoongi sighs, gracefully cutting its head in two.

"Hyung," Jungkook laughs, mimicking Hoseoks behavior a moment earlier.

The others all laugh, but I can't seem to find the means to.

"Yah. Why laugh at your friend? He was scared," I mutter, walking past all of them.

"Yah?" Yoongi grunts, "You're more disrespectful than us,"

"Inferiority complex much?" I scoff, not even bothering to look back. That man gets on my nerves.

"She right! You shouldn't make me feel bad for being..." Hoseok trails off.

"A püssy?" Jungkook finishes his sentence, getting slapped by Jimin on the arm a few seconds later.

A small smirk makes its way to my face. The fact that all of them are quite different yet the same makes me realize how close they are. It almost stirs up some jealousy within me, but I know it's not worth getting sad over.

"You don't need to risk getting slapped by Yoongi Hyung just to stick up for me," Hoseok giggles, serving at my side.

I smile at him, "Don't worry I live for trouble,"

He laughs.

"You know, you should just dance out of the way of zombies," I look at him, watching a confused smile spring to his face.

"What?"

"V told me you were the best dancer in your idol group," I reply.

"Ah.. not really," He brushes it off but I can tell he's pleased with my compliment.

"Does anyone else hear that?" Jimin stops us all.

"What?" V asks.

"Shh" Jimin holds his finger up to his lips.

I stare at him for a moment, nothing but silence filling my ears. However, soon enough I can hear the sound of car sliding across pavement coming towards us.

"Hide," Namjoon tells us all sternly.

Somehow we all end up running in different directions, I running towards an ally way filled with looted dumpsters. Across the way I can see Yoongi and Namjoon crouching down in a similar place, my eyes widening at Jimin who has just helped Jungkook into a better hiding spot leaving himself in the open.

"Idiot," I whisper, thinking that he'll still have time to join Jungkook in his hiding spot.

He jumps up successfully, my lungs exhaling, but somehow loses his footing. The sounds of the tires ring in my ears and my conscious won't allow myself to stay put.

"Yah!" I call out, Jimin looking over to me.

He abandons Jungkooks hand who is attempting to help him up and starts sprinting towards me. The sound of the cars are so loud in my ears that my anxiety is drowned out.

Somehow, the idiot loses his footing again and falls flat on the pavement, right in the middle of the road.

"Aish!" I grunt, sprinting over to help him up.

"What are you doing?" He angrily glares at me.

"Hurry up," I whine, dragging him by his arm only to be yanked back.

"Too late," Jimin sighs, loading his bow in arrow.

I stare at the road in front of us, 3 running cars meeting my gaze. Sometimes I wish I could go back to thinking only about myself, but I also wish Jimin wasn't such an idiot.

"Thanks a lot," I mumble to him, taking two of my knives in my hands.

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