•=|Chase Me|=|YoonMin|=•
•=|Zombie|=•

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It had been a while since the virus had exploded. Towns and villages were filled with the undead.

Most of them were braindead. Most of them, but not all of them.

For this Stalker things were different.

Jimin had been a survivor up until a few years ago. He had made a dumb mistake not to hide his trail and was followed by Runners.

But Jimin is a Stalker. A higher ranked undead. Just like most animals, zombies also had a peck order.

The lowest rank were regular undead, zombies, walkers. They were nearly all braindead, but smart enough to know if something was interesting. They would chase most scents, no matter if it's edible or not. They're slow and usually stumble in a light jog. They travel in big hordes and groups, unlike Jimin.

Runners were zombies who, as the name says, run. They're dumber than normal zombies, but have greater hunger and run towards anything they think they can attack. They like to challenge other zombies, but losing once sets them in their place.

Jimin is a Stalker. A Stalker is a zombie that likes to stay in the shadows and come out at night, hunting for prey. They're intelligent and fast, but only if they're interested. They also have greater hunger and any bright light hurts their eyes.

Then there is the highest rank. The Rippers. They're the most intelligent and have the worst hunger. They don't like to run or move, but if they do, they can keep it up for hours. They usually rip the head off first, therefore the name, so they can't accidentally turn the human.

The ranking was also set on what zombie was rarest. Out of three thousand zombies, maybe three were Runners, and out of five thousand, one Stalker, and out of nearly ten thousand could be a Ripper.

It doesn't have to happen every number, but that's how rare they could be.

Jimin had only met one Ripper before and one Stalker. He steered away from Runners to avoid being challenged and regular zombies didn't bother him.

Currently Jimin was observing from the forest. His slight red hint in sight helped him identify what things were. Red eyes were always brighter in vision to let him know something was there.

From the forest, Jimin stumbles forward, staring at the abandoned market. Stalls and tiny boxes of storage were broken down and sacked in after years of abandonment.

The foods were eaten or taken or splashed on the ground. Things like meat were either rotting or ripped by zombies.

The shops were all boarded or broken down. Some seemed to still be full of left clothes.

Jimin always refused to turn when he was human, and he would hold onto his humanity for as long as he could, and currently he is still holding on to as much as he can.

He isn't fully braindead like the rest of them. The only thing that actually helps him remind of his humanity is his craving for human food.

He needs blood and flesh too, but he refuses to eat it from a human. It has become harder over the years to control the urges when he smells a bleeding human near.

Jimin looks the road for a Runner, then goes over when he doesn't see any.

He looks through all the food that's left and curiously pokes a melon, whining at the soft and squishiness of it.

He continues over to the stores, looking inside to find at least a shirt he can wear instead of this old stained hoodie.

The weather was getting warmer, and even though he can't get sunburned or tanned, he still wants to prepare for the heat.

He pounds the glass, eventually grabbing a bit of the standing stall and pulling the metal pole out, using it to break the window as the stall falls down.

He grabs a few of the shirts, not even paying attention to the size and walks back out, stuffing them into his backpack.

He always tries to look like a survivor in case a human comes by and shoots him, but also walk zombie-ish in case a zombie doesn't get his scent and sees him for a human.

A simple growl will usually do.

He goes over to the next store and finds nothing, searching the town for food.

Anything is good as long as it isn't spoiled. Canned fruits and bowled noodles will do.

As Jimin grabs what he needs, his sensitive ears pick up a loud screech. A car break.

He rushes to grab his things and goes to hide in a nearby house. His red eyes quickly scan the living room for anything useful but decides to head upstairs to watch from a distance.

He leans out the window, careful to not be seen.

He frowns.

Two vans rush into the streets after their breaks hit the pavement. These things were zombie-proof.

Barred off with metal and tiny holes for guns to fire through with code locks, chains, and tiny flashlights hanging from the top.

Jimin squints his eyes with a deep growl, his eyes hurting at just the bit of light.

One of the door slams open, starting the person who is pushed out.

It's a man. He looks frightened although armed to the max, guns and knives and even a crowbar.

His face is covered with a mask and a beanie, mostly wearing black and extra clothes and a waist pouch.

He mans up and clenches on his machine gun, looking around before calling to the others and banging on the second van in a certain code.

Out jump four more men.

A tall one with a sniper rifle hanging from his back with a guitar strap and a belt filled with tiny pouches full of bullets and tiny glass bottles of bleach.

A slightly shorter one, who elbows the taller at arrival, coming from the other van. He wears a pair of glasses, gloves, and holds a walkie talkie, talking things Jimin can't pick up through the static, his hand resting on his bloodied spiked bat.

The third one cracks his neck and knuckles, rubbing over his spiked gloves. He doesn't look like much all covered up, but Jimin can smell the cologne right off him.

The last man coming out is hesitant as well, holding out an axe-bat and a handful of throwing knives which he messily tries to put on his belt.

The first guy takes the bat from him so he can do what he needs to, even though his almond eyes grow wider in fear and disgust at the musky smell of death all around.

It's good Jimin took what he had to before these came.

Usually humans come to raid, then look for bunkers, camps, or strongholds.

He's safe in the house. Humans don't raid homes in case of zombies.

There is one tiny problem though. Human scent.

Stalkers were better. Better hearing, tasting, sight, and smell. Even strength and intuition.

But when he held onto his humanity, so many humans could tempt him. He's never eaten a human before, but he wants to every time one is near.

He refuses, but his mouth is salivating, his throat aching and his fingers twitching to jump down. His instincts are killing him, wanting him to attack and feast.

But he knows better.

They are heavily armed and clearly well prepared for a bite. To kill them would mean to bite for the neck, which would be terrifying to go to as it is the most protected.

Jimin watches them slowly move into the grocery store. He huffs and glares at his filled backpack, smirking at the fact that those guys could starve.

He may have his humanity, but he still is a zombie. He will never be fully human and he still wishes death to all humans in any way possible.

"I think we have enough, should we go back?"

"Come on. One more round of the town."

"J-Jin hyung! Wait up!"

"He never thinks, does he..."

"Be reasonable."

Jimin watches them with a cold scowl when he sees them move towards the houses.

Why? Why would you risk your life for raiding houses?

Forget about it. Jimin's in trouble.

Jimin grabs his backpack and hurries into the bathroom and locks the door, trying the window.

It's jammed.

Of course.

He flinches when he hears footsteps on the stairs, clinging and something shattering.

"Come on! There is nothing here!"

"Surely there is something valuable."

"Seokjin, leave this. We have better things to attend to."

Jimin listens closely, hearing a sigh.

"Fine. But lets at least take some bandages and first aid."

"Where do we find that?"

"The bathroom, dummy."

Jimin growls quietly, immediately regretting it.

"Did you hear that?"

"Of course. There's one in the bathroom."

Jimin slowly starts to panic, holding back his urge to burst down the door and attack them.

They're so close...

Jimin's breathing hitches, his stomach cramping up as it growls in hunger for human flesh.

He can feel his saliva stringing at his teeth and his eyes snapping to the door as it gets shot at.

Missing nearly everything, Jimin closes his eyes and breaks through the door, running past the humans.

He nearly lets out a growl when he's near them, but manages to stumble down the stairs and outside.

"Wait! It's a survivor!"

"Hey! Come back!"

"... Pretty boy."

"We don't wanna hurt you!"

That's what they all say. Jimin manages to get out narrowly, escaping into the forest.

With his instincts like that he can't keep it long. He has to hunt.

He finally releases his held back growls and groans, letting his nose do its job to scout out his food.

It isn't long before he notices the scent of a faint deer. He prepares to start running, when he flinches again at the humans' yelling.

They're still following him?!

Jimin tries to hold back, but letting go means to let go.

He growls and turns, noticing those dim eyes. They're looking for him.

As Jimin slowly lurks around them, he follows their scents. His red eyes blaze with hunger, his humanity slowly slipping away.

His fingers twitch and spread into a claw, ready to jump at them.

"Forget it. He's gone."

"Too bad. He would've been a good add."

"Let's just go back. Hyung's got news."

"News?"

"Yeah. About some sort of member."

Jimin lifts his head, interested in this small little bit of information.

The men get back into their vehicles as Jimin releases a growl, slowly coming closer until the cars start driving.

Because of the boarding they can't see from the back or behind.

Jimin runs up to the cars, easily holding speed as he grabs onto the back and holds onto the chains.

He licks his dry lips and growls as the car lifts him away, his sanity slowly dripping down into nothing.

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It hurts.

That's all he feels. Pain.

Slowly and hesitantly opening his eyes, Jimin immediately gets up when he's surrounded by humans.

He reaches for his throat, feeling the hunger. Thankfully he still feels his own humanity.

He looks around, panicking at the amount.

He looks up, whining at the bright lights hurting his eyes.

Yep. He's in a stronghold.

"You awake?"

Jimin flinches at a nearby voice. He looks up and stumbles on his feet.

In front of him stands a human not much taller than him, holding a machine gun and a sniper on his back.

Just like the other men he saw, he's armed and well-protected.

"Don't panic. You're safe." The human grins. "My men found you passed out in the chains of the cars. How did you get there?"

Jimin doesn't trust his voice to speak. From the human's tone, he's certain that they believe he's human.

Jimin never changed a lot when he was bitten. Because he held onto his humanity he would still look mostly human, but had no sick skin like the others but a bit of pale pigments.

The only thing really telling them he was a zombie was his red eyes and his growls and grunts.

"Not willing to talk, huh." The man scoffs. "Did you get bitten?"

Instinctively, Jimin shakes his head. His bitemark wouldn't be seen as long as he kept his shirt on.

"Good. Come on."

Jimin squeaks when then machine gun is thrown towards him, not even on lock and fully loaded.

"Come on. Those hordes aren't gonna hold forever."

Jimin frowns, quickly standing straight and following behind. This human must be their leader.

He looks around, noticing a familiar pair of clothing.

"Him... who is he?" Jimin manages to say softly, nudging his head.

The human turns, grinning at the sound of his voice. "Oh, that's Hoseok. He's a coward but smart. He's also the one making this bunker an actual joy to be around."

Jimin nods.

"The guys who saved you really wanted you. Said you were well-prepared."

Jimin's eyes snap wide. "Do you have my backpack?!"

"We do."

"Give it! Give it back!"

"Relax, little boy." The human snarls, taking his sniper with a simple smooth swing and tapping the barrel at Jimin's chest, forcing him to stay distanced.

Jimin scowls at him as the human smirks.

"Your rabbits are safe."

"My rabbits are not my pets. They're food."

"Food?"

Jimin rolls his eyes. "I still need the proteins from meat, but I don't dare take the meats from the store, so I hunt them."

The human looks at him. "Clever."

Jimin returns the human his own smirk, huffing in annoyance at the arrogant stare he receives.

"Why are your eyes that bright?"

"Birth accident."

"Why are you so pale?"

"Why are you?"

"Why didn't you carry a weapon?"

"I had a crowbar."

"Then where is it now?"

Jimin rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. "Somewhere you won't have use of it."

"How so?" The human smirks. "Got it broken?"

"Zombie snatched it from me. It now belongs to that Ripper."

The human's eyes widen. "A Ripper?! You survived one?"

Jimin shrugs. Technically he didn't. He never even survived the first wave.

The human reaches out his hand. "The name's Yoongi. I'm the leader of this small pack of survivors."

Jimin doesn't take his hand. He just glares at it. Not because he doesn't want to shake it, but more because he's already hungry, and can't afford to lose it in a place with armed humans.

The thing is, zombies can't really be killed by gunshot. Their nerves are all bundled up in their throats, causing the strange sounds and non-existent pain.

It's like rotting, it shrinks and bundles up.

Jimin has it too, but not as much.

The rarer the zombie, the more humane too, he guessed.

Normal zombies could barely talk, Runners spoke little words, Stalkers could speak but only do when needed. Rippers could fully communicate with humans, but refused to do so as they wouldn't be able to gold back their cravings.

"Rude, aren't you."

"No, I just don't like touching people."

"Then just say that." Yoongi grumbles. "Don't be rude about it."

Jimin shrugs, following the human as continues to walk.

"The team saving you is on break. They were in charge of breaking and plunder. They were surprised to see you back there."

"I was tired."

"Yeah. A horde followed you."

Jimin scoffs. That horde wasn't after him, but saving him. Zombies help each other. That's why they travel in groups.

"Why is that so funny?" Yoongi scowls. "You trying to die?"

"I won't die even if I get bitten." Jimin grumbles. "It'll depend on where they bite me and how long it takes for the virus to get to the brain. The earlier your scent dies, the earlier your body is saved."

Yoongi frowns. "Interesting. What did you do before the apocalypse?"

Jimin turns his head. "I was a teacher. Linguistics."

Yoongi tilts his head. "Oh? I expected biology or something."

Jimin shakes his head. "I'm experienced and helped the school prepare for the outbreak, but I was hit with the radioactive gasses before I could help."

"You were hit?"

Jimin nods. "It messed up my body and my nerves. I don't feel pain anymore like humans do and every now and then I have this ring in my ear when things get too loud."

Yoongi frowns and pulls him aside, drawing a squeal out of Jimin as he's pulled into a separate room.

The door gets locked and immediately Yoongi draws his sniper at him, of which Jimin returns the aim of the machine gun he was given.

"You said human. Radiation. No one can survive that at broad. You aren't human."

Jimin scowls. "Clever. I expected all of you to be dumb."

"Some of us know what we want to survive." Yoongi snarls, pressing the barrel onto Jimin's forehead. "Show me the bite."

"What if I am patient zero?"

"Are you?"

"Of course not. I was in the radiation." Jimin growls, releasing his built up frustration with the human.

Yoongi narrows his eyes at the sound. "The bite. How are you keeping me alive. Why are you keeping me alive."

Jimin sighs deeply. "I'm holding onto my humanity." He mumbles, pulling down the edge of his shirt to show the edge of a nasty venomous bite on his shoulder.

Yoongi lowers his gun. "If you attack me, I will kill you."

"You think I don't know that?" Jimin scoffs, tapping the sniper barrel with his gun. "I know what you humans are like, but the longer I stay like this the more I lose of my former self." He growls.

Yoongi cocks his head. "Elaborate."

"When I was just turned I could feel myself as human. I craved no flesh or blood as long as I knew that I used to be human. But as time went on, my need for human flesh got worse. I didn't give in, but it now has come to a point where I occasionally lose all my control and turn into the Stalker I'm meant to be..."

"Have you ever killed a human?"

"Never." Jimin shakes his head. "I'm not planning to until I lose it."

Yoongi sighs deeply. "I can't believe I actually thought you were human. You acted so... normal? Even with my hand."

"Contact with a human is scent release. It's like a tracker. As soon as I touch a human I can track their scent like a dog for a bone. I can completely lose it and stalk the last scent I found attractive."

Yoongi bites his lip. "Does every human have a different scent?"

Jimin nods eagerly. "Most of them are good. Sweet and some bitter, but some are also salty. Those I don't like. But the sweet and bitter scented are the ones most likely to drain my humanity."

Yoongi looks at him. Now knowing he's alone in a room with an undead, he barely dares to ask, knowing how they work now because of this one humanity-holding zombie.

"What kind are you?"

"I'm a Stalker."

"That explains the scent..."

Jimin tilts his head. He lifts his hand and hesitantly lays it onto Yoongi's, a slight growl escaping him.

"Your scent is good." He says softly. "A good mixture between bitter and sweet. Like spice... It's tempting for someone like me, but I won't hurt you or any of your friends. As long as you release me into the wild."

"You make yourself sound like an animal, touching me to gain my scent."

Jimin smirks. "Aren't we? We existed from monkeys. Or maybe we were created by God. Even so, I'm doomed. I'm no longer alive nor dead. But I prey upon the species I crave for. Your flesh and blood can soothe me. Like predators. I am an animal. I do not make myself sound like one. I am one."

Yoongi looks at him and carefully removes his hand, not wanting those nails to sink into his skin.

"What about if one of us gets bitten? How can we know what rank and how do we escape?"

Jimin leans back against the wall and sighs. "It depends. Some show later than others. Normal zombies have to die before getting turned, so if you see them dead before coming alive it's usually that. Runners are created by desire. If you knew the person well for fighting lust and determination, they'll most likely turn into a Runner. Stalkers... are created by thought. The zombie decides whether or not he wants to kill the human or not, and the human decides whether or not they want to live on. If they want to live, a Stalker is created. A Ripper is simply revengeful. They're made by precise and careful instincts. They must be bitten by a Stalker and they must have killed the Stalker just as the bite starts infecting. The plasma from our brains splatters when we die and leaks from our open holes possible. If it ends up in the bite, a Ripper is made."

Yoongi listens carefully, keeping it in mind. "But what if the human just dies?"

"The brain is where the infection spreads." Jimin says, tapping his head. "Eat the brain or shoot it dead and you'll kill a turning human. You cannot prevent an infection. You either kill it, or let it live."

Yoongi sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"When will you let me go?" Jimin whimpers. "I... I don't want to hurt you..."

"No. We can't." Yoongi snarls in thought. "We need you here. To help us defend and fight against those monsters! You know! You can tell us! We'll fix you whatever you need, just stay!"

"I can't!" Jimin growls. "My desire and cravings will not stop growing. I'll become a Stalker!"

"You are a Stalker!" Yoongi yells. "But mine now. You'll help me. I'll feed you in return."

Jimin looks up at him with wide eyes, shaking his head. "No, you don't get it! I'll rip myself free! I'll bite all of you! I'll let the others in! None of you will be safe!"

"I'll lock you up." Yoongi sneers. "Where you can hurt no one."

"No! Please--"

Yoongi roughly grabs onto Jimin's arm, starting to pull him with. The Stalker screams in fear, instinctively snapping his jaw into the nearest thing.

Both of them freeze. The crunch of bone and the pain courses through the human's veins.

Jimin had bitten him. Instinctively. Accidentally. But painfully.

"Let go." Yoongi whimpers, regretting his choice of pulling a zombie. "J-Jimin, let go of me!"

The eyes that snap up to look at him are no human eyes. Nothing humane.

From the bite in his flesh, Jimin growls at him, sinking deeper as Yoongi holds back a scream at the pain of his bone being nearly crushed.

"Please! Let go!"

Yoongi tries to pull and push Jimin away, but the Stalker remains in his place. Even with the threat of the gun pointed at him, the human doesn't dare to shoot.

Jimin had his first taste of human blood and flesh. His first thought of Stalkerism. His first desire to let go of his humanity that he obliged.

Yoongi was in pain. Heavy pain. With merely the single bite Yoongi can feel his body shaking as he can see his veins visibly darken in his skin.

From the bite up his arm, he can feel his veins pressing against his skin, his heart pulses and clenches, his throat tightening.

When Jimin finally lets go out of himself, he quickly catches Yoongi's falling and shaking body, gently laying him down against the wall.

Jimin tilts his head a few ways, moving Yoongi's black hair from his face, smirking when the virus has nearly reached the source.

Yoongi's upper lip twitches as he grabs onto Jimin's hair, tightly pulling at it in anger.

"I hate you..." He whimpers. "I want to kill you..."

"Likewise." Jimin growls, smirking at him.

Even in his red sight, he can see the virus spreading. A lone bite on his wrist tainting his porcelain skin, the brain infecting with a terrible yearning.

Yoongi screams out in pain, curling up as he pulls Jimin closer. He growls loudly, eyes wide open as he whimpers.

His body twitches as his senses increase, his nose quickly catches onto what Jimin had explained.

The bitter, sweet, salty scents of human flesh and blood.

He releases a loud growl, clawing at Jimin's skin as his heart clenches and his throat dries out.

He's hungry.

"Am I still your Stalker, now that you are also cursed like me?" Jimin smirks, snapping his jaw mockingly.

Yoongi growls at the blood on his arm and Jimin's teeth.

It takes him a slight while to find his voice, even so it sounds nothing like him anymore. It's raspy and deep, broken down into what can only be described as a heavy cold.

"I hate you..." He growls again. "I hate you... I hate you... Why didn't you kill me..."

Jimin pouts. "The decision was not mine. I wanted you to live. My humanity spoke for me and you. But you in the end decided whether you wanted to live on or die."

As he speaks, Jimin sets his hand on Yoongi's chest.

"My first victim..." He giggles. "To think I was hiding from people like you... You shouldn't have grabbed me."

Yoongi growls at him, snapping his head at the door when he hears footsteps.

Not soon after he hears a knock.

"Hyung? Are you okay? I heard screaming..."

Yoongi immediately gets up to lunge for the human but Jimin pulls him back down.

"Tell him you're fine."

Yoongi growls at him. "My voice..."

"Just say you hit your head."

Yoongi growls again but sighs. He coughs a little, trying to get his best voice that sounds most like what he used to be.

"I'm fine." He croaks. "Hit my head is all."

"Oh, okay!"

Yoongi growls loudly when the human is gone, his hunger gnawing at his throat.

"Hush, hush." Jimin chuckles. "My humanity is gone. I can't feel it. Yours is long gone. Your hunger says it all."

"I wanted to rip him apart." Yoongi snarls. "His scent... His voice... My hunger..."

"I wanted him too." Jimin growls. "But we can't get out alive this way. We need to invite him inside. How many people are in here."

"About thirty or so."

"Than we only need ten people turned. Including you and me. Eight victims."

Yoongi looks at him. "Hey! Jungkook! You think you can come help me with this?"

His yell hurts his voice, but it's worth it when he gets up to unlock the door and hears a "coming!".

He grins at Jimin. "Seven."

Jimin growls happily at him, his Stalker instincts taking over him as the scent of the approaching human gets closer.

Yoongi growls deeply, licking his dry lips as soon as the human enters the office. He slams the door shut and locks it.

"Hyung! What the--!! AAH!!"

Immediately the younger spots the bite and grabs his gun, but he drops it as soon as he feels teeth in his neck.

He reaches for his back, pulling at the tangled mess of hair.

Jimin growls as he's pulled away, but Yoongi quickly latches his teeth into the exposed part of Jungkook's ankle, moaning at the taste of the sweet blood leaking out.

He sinks deeper, hearing a familiar crunch as flesh starts peeling into his mouth.

"H-hyung!" Jungkook screams out in pain, too weak from the first bite to do anything.

The infection is spreading in his body. He can feel it.

Unlike Yoongi's arm bite, this one on the neck is closer to the brain.

Jungkook will be done much quicker.

Jimin pats Yoongi's shoulder. "Come on. We have a few others to call in."

Yoongi pulls away, covered in blood. He growls and slowly gets up. Jimin smirks, pointing at his own lip.

"You got messy."

Yoongi freezes as soon as Jimin's tongue drips onto his lips, cleaning off the messy blood before pressing a humane kiss on his lips, hungrily growling after as Jungkook is tugging at both their arms.

Yoongi doesn't say anything. He just awkwardly stands there and growls softly. His sickly pale skin slowly turns pink, continuing to call in his team mates.

•=|THE END|=•

Questions of the Chapter:

How does Jimin know so much about the virus?

Why did Jimin hold onto his humanity?

Why did Jimin lose it for a second during the van chase?

Why would the humans go through the houses?

Why would Yoongi, knowingly, go to a private room with a zombie?

Why did Yoongi not kill Jimin as he had the chance during the bite?

In what order would the teammates would have been called/turned and in what rank would they be?

What caused Jimin to lose his humanity?

Why did Yoongi become a Stalker?

Why did Jimin pretend to be human?