Minho stood, testing his leg. As he walked around, he still felt a sharp pain with each step but thankfully the bleeding seemed to have stopped.

He walked across the room to the ammunition closet, pulling out a series of weapons, tying them to his waist.

"Minho, what are you doing?" Seungmin asked cautiously, walking towards him.

"He's out there. He's alive. We can save him."

Seungmin had expected that answer.

"Then we should make a plan first."

"There's no time. He's not going to stay put. He doesn't know we've found him."

"I know but we can't rush into this or more of us are going to get killed," Seungmin said firmly.

He knew it sounded harsh but it was true.

He couldn't lose anyone else.

They'd already been through so much.

"And how did the last plan turn out? We lost five people just getting here!" Minho yelled, startling Seungmin.

He took a step back.

He was right.

Their plan had hardly saved anyone.

"You can't fucking plan in a zombie apocalypse," Minho scoffed, grabbing his final weapon and shutting the closet. "Besides, we have better protection. So our odds are higher now."

Everything he was saying was true.

But no one wanted to risk it.

They had risked enough.

"There's no point in going after him unless we have a plan to get out of this place, once and for all," Seonghwa said, causing both of them to turn.

Seungmin joined in.

"He's right. We need to worry about getting out first. None of us have eaten in at least 24 hours and we haven't had much water either. We're only going to feel worse from here on out so it's better to figure out our escape while we're still sane."

Minho looked at the gun in his hand.

"I know...I know that makes sense. I just...now that I know he's out there, I can't just leave him to die."

Jeongin stood.

"And how do you think you'll be able to help him all by yourself?"

Minho looked away.

"Minho, just help us come up with a plan, then we'll all go after Jisung together. I promise," Seonghwa said softly.

Minho looked up at him, his eyes filled with tears.

"He's risking his life to find me. He ran off, all on his own just because he felt guilty. But I'm the one who should feel guilty. I'm the one who ruined everything, the one who hurt him first. So how is it fair that he's alone, searching for me and I'm safe?"

Seungmin approached him, easing him into a hug.

"Hey, I'm sure he knows you didn't mean it. He wouldn't be looking for you otherwise. And once we figure out how to get out of here, we're all going after him together. So help us," Seungmin whispered.

Minho nodded, setting the weapons down.

"Okay."

Everyone relaxed just a bit, knowing he wasn't going to run off on his own.

Seonghwa walked around the room, searching for a phone they could use.

Minho moved over to the comm system, contacting the other room.

"Hey, do you guys have a phone over there?" he asked, waiting for a response.

Seonghwa came back, shaking his head.

"The only landline here must have been broken when the guards turned."

Minho nodded, turning back to the comm system.

"Yes! It's practically the only electronic still standing," came Yeosang's voice and Jeongin cheered, gathering behind the older members. Seungmin walked over, leaning over the microphone.

"What—who should we call?" San asked, feeling a bit ashamed.

But it was a fair question.

Who could really help them?

The police could supply a fighting force but what else would they be able to do?

EMT's could assist the injured members but they wouldn't be able to get in without a good offense.

Who would be able to do both?

Just then, they heard yelling on the other end and everyone stood on edge, waiting for an answer.

"What's happening? Someone talk to me!" Seonghwa called, his anxiety rising.

After a long pause, the line clicked on again.

"Help is on the way," Jongho said calmly.

"What!? Who did you call?" Minho asked, still quite confused.

"Actually...they called us."

Everyone was silent. Who would have called the south control phone out of the blue? Who even knew there would be people to answer?

Just how far had the outbreak spread?

"Well who the hell was it?" Minho asked.

"I don't know, they said they work for...Team Wang?" Yeosang said and they could hear Changbin groan as he approached the comm system.

"It was Jackson Wang's company. Apparently someone contacted one of the members of GOT7 and it got back to him. He's been trying to help out as many people as possible so his team members reached out. Apparently they're sending a jet to pick up any survivors on the roof. They're coming at midnight."

Seonghwa knit his eyebrows in confusion, not quite sure he trusted the information.

"But...how would anyone here have gotten in contact with a member of GOT7? I mean, I know you had the same company but...we haven't even been around a phone since the day before the concert. All of our devices were locked away in storage for safety. And even if we had access to them, do any of you even have a way of contacting them?"

Changbin answered.

"Yeah...Chan."

Seonghwa turned to the other Stray Kids members in surprise.

"He's right. Chan and BamBam trained together for years. They're pretty close friends. I once heard Chan calling him the night before a show because he was nervous."

"So, maybe Chan found a phone somewhere along his trip back to the dressing room," Seungmin suggested.

"But why the hell would he call BamBam?" Minho asked.

Everyone was silent.

It didn't really make sense.

"Maybe he was just scared...he just typed in the first number that came to his head?" Jeongin suggested.

"I think we have to consider the possibility that it wasn't really Team Wang on the phone," Seonghwa whispered.

"Well how are we supposed to know?? What if they are?! If there's a chance someone's going to do something, isn't that better than sitting and waiting for nothing?" Wooyoung asked.

"Agreed. It's not like we can just ask Jackson himself. Our best bet is to find as many survivors as possible and make our way up there. What's the worst that could happen? We at least know they're still human," Changbin agreed.

"The worst thing that can happen is much worse than dying," Jongho said quietly and everyone stopped arguing.

"What could be worse than dying?" Jeongin asked hesitantly.

"False hope. Especially if we give false hope to all of the other survivors. The more people we let down, the more dangerous they become. There's nothing worse than thinking you're saved, just to find out that you're right back where you started."

Seonghwa nodded.

"Exactly. I know it sounds promising but we have to accept that it might not be true. We can't have people risking their lives to meet up on the roof if we don't even know there will really be a helicopter waiting for us."

"A private jet," Wooyoung corrected.

"That just further proves my point," Jongho said. "I know Jackson is rich but how many private planes can he be sending around Korea during a zombie apocalypse?"

"I hate to say it but we're more important than a lot of other people. Not because of our fame—that shit doesn't matter anymore. It's because BamBam knows Chan. They all know Chan at least a little. They're going to inherently be more motivated to come to our aid. It seems pretty reasonable that they would send as much help as possible, even if it's the only private jet he owns," Changbin argued.

"I just don't get why he'd call BamBam," Minho said, shaking his head.

"Maybe it was a staff member?" Yeosang suggested.

"It had to have been Chan," Seungmin said quietly.

"It just doesn't make sense," Seonghwa said, holding his head in frustration.

"I know it doesn't make any sense, but why would anyone try to pretend to send help during a zombie apocalypse?" San asked, causing everyone to think for a moment. "I mean, wouldn't it be easier to just ignore us? If he went through the effort of giving us a call, it has to be real."

Everyone finally started to come to an agreement. Whether or not the situation made any semblance of sense, there was no reason someone would offer help without a plan to put it into action.

Help was on its way. And they needed to get as many people out of here as they could.