As Seulong opened his eyes, he heard screaming. He saw his lap, but everything was blurry. Something tight was around his wrists and ankles, and his head was hanging low.

He slowly looked up, his body filled with exhaustion and pain. Everything hurt, like he had been beaten up. The first thing he saw,

Blood.

Everywhere.

At first he thought zombies were attacking, but he then saw a person punch someone to the ground.

Taehyung.

Taehyung's body went lifeless as it hit the hard concrete, blood dripping out of his nose and mouth. His arms were cut and bruised, and his clothes were ripped.

"F*cker."

The same person who had knocked him out picked him up, and threw him onto a chair. He tied his hands behind the chair with a scratched rope, and his ankles to the chair legs.

Maybe that was what was around Seulong's wrists and ankles.

Seulong looked around, and noticed everyone was positioned in the same way on a chair, their heads hung low with blood dripping down their chin and onto their shirts.

Directly in front of Seulong, were three chairs. They were empty.

No one else was conscious, so the person who knocked out Taehyung left the room. Seulong continued to look around, and noticed they were in a garage-like box. Four walls and a flat roof.

A f*cking box.

Nothing else was in the room, except for the three chairs, Kwon and Changmin, and the five remaining members of BTS.

What were the empty chairs for?

Seulong turned his head when he heard a low groan, and saw Hoseok open his eyes. "Sh*t..." He cursed, breathing heavy when he saw all of the blood on him.

"Hyung!" Hoseok looked to Seulong, fear covering his eyes. "Hoseok, what happened?! Do you remember what happened?" Seulong asked him, glad he wasn't the only one awake. Jimin was next to Seulong, then Changmin and then Hoseok. Next to Hoseok was Taehyung, Yoongi, Kwon, then Namjoon to Seulong's right.

"N-no...I...I think we were attacked by a group..." Hoseok coughed out blood onto his shirt and lap. "Sh*t." He whispered.

"Hyung..."

Seulong looked over when he heard a broken voice, and saw that Yoongi was now awake. The first thing he did, before he even lifted his head up to see where he was, he cried.

Hoseok looked left and felt bad, he knew Yoongi was in a lot of pain- more than everyone else. He probably broke a rib when he was pushed out of the tree back in the woods; he was really high up. The people who attacked them probably beat them up, since everyone was bleeding profusely yet there weren't any zombie bites on anyone.

"Yoongi? Are you okay?" Seulong knew it was a stupid question to ask, of course he wasn't okay. Yoongi finally looked up and around, not knowing others were awake. "Hm?" He looked over to Seulong, breathing through his mouth since it felt easier. "Are you okay?" Seulong repeated.

"F*cking hurts everywhere." Yoongi sighed, squirming to try and escape the rope. "Where the hell are we?" He asked, looking to Hoseok and around the gray room. "No clue...we just woke up a minute or two ago." Hoseok told him, looking to Seulong.

"Well, I'm getting the f*ck out of this chair." Yoongi grunted as he tried to yank his arms free, but ended up yelping as the rope dug into his cuts that were barely healed. "Yoongi?" Hoseok asked quickly, seeing tears swell up in the elder's eyes. "I'm fine." Yoongi quickly lied, staying completely still so it wouldn't happen again.

After a while, each member started waking up.

Namjoon, Changmin, Kwon, then Jimin.

Except for Taehyung; he wasn't waking up.

Yoongi and Hoseok were worried, Taehyung was between them. He looked the second worst out of everybody, Yoongi being the first. If Taehyung died...

"We have to get out of here." Namjoon looked around for an escape route; which was easy, since they were in an empty room. "I don't-"

"Hello, strangers!"

Everyone jumped and turned when a male's voice echoed in the room, seven people following behind him.

"LET US GO!" Yoongi screamed at them, yanking his arms to try and escape, even if it hurt like sh*t and he promised to not try again. He needed to get out of this f*cking chair.

"Now now, let's all take a breath." The middle man smiled, but it wasn't of happiness. It was more of a devilish smirk.

"First off, I'm Johnny. And these are my band members, we were in a band before the world went to sh*t." The male in the middle stated, going over to Namjoon

"And I know that you, are the leader of BTS. But I don't care about that now."

"Where's my hyung?" Namjoon asked in a threatening tone, staring Johnny back in his eyes with a murderous look. "Oh, you must mean the dead one, Seokjin." Johnny looked to his men and motioned for them to bring something in.

Yoongi's eyes swelled with tears at the sight of two men carrying Jin's body, his clothes practically red from all the blood on him. His face was hardly noticable anymore.

"We took him, because we knew you would come looking for him. Now, when we took him, he seemed a little sick." Johnny watched as his two men placed Jin's body on one of the chairs, the farthest to the left of the three. "We tried to keep him alive so you could see him get shot in the head when you arrived, but fortunately he just wasn't strong enough." Johnny motioned for them to bring in something else.

"After Jin died, we knew we needed someone else."

"JUNGKOOK!"

Jungkook barely lifted his head as he was dragged into the gray concrete room, his body limp from all the pain and smacks it had consumed. A huge brown bruise over his eye showed some of the pain, his left palm was cut and still bleeding, and of course, a trail of dried blood down his chin from his mouth.

They must have Dahee too...