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"If a turtle loses its shell, did it lose its house or its protection?"

I laugh at my dongsaeng's thought.

"Both." I respond, continuing to walk down the sidewalk.

"Well, because-"

I pull my maknae into a random store when I see someone turn a corner.

They have black hair, and their black jeans fit him nicely. He must think his leather jacket makes him look cool, but it does match his black mountain boots.

"What is it?" My dongsaeng asks. "A zombie?"

"No...a person." I tell him, just barely looking around the corner. He's gone.

"Stay here." I tell my dongsaeng, taking out my hand gun and walking close to the stores. I still can't see him.

I hear a clank from inside the store next to us, so I sneak in quietly.

Suddenly there's hands over my mouth and another one around my neck, holding me in a choke hold.

I step on the person's foot which makes them take their hands away, and I tackle him to the floor. I'm on top, so I take his wrists and bend them behind his back so he can't hurt me.

"Get the f*ck off of me!" He yells, trying to kick me. "Shut up, the zombies might come!" I whisper yell to him, sitting on his lower stomach. "Get off of me- let me go!" He yells, so I let go of his wrists and stand up quickly, holding my gun out to tell him I would shoot.

I won't hesitate.

He rubs his inner arms where I was holding them together, and I can see he's in pain.

But that means he's weak. I didn't hold my strong grip on him, he's pathetic.

"What are you doing out here alone?" I ask him firmly, and my dongsaeng comes around the corner, standing in the doorway of the store. "I'm looking for my friend- and some Pepto for my other friend." He says, staring into my eyes.

"Where's your weapon, are you stupid?" I ask, not seeing a gun on him. "Maybe I don't need to defend myself." He looks down at his arm, and I see a knife in his side pocket. "What is that supposed to mean?" I ask, my gun still pointed at his head just in case.

"You fight to survive. Maybe I don't want to fight." He shrugs his shoulders. "Look, I just need to find some Pepto, man." He looks back up at me.

He looks a little older than me, slightly familiar...

Have I seen him before?

"Don't have medical supplies." I tell him, when my dongsaeng tackles him from behind. The male with black hair hits the floor and I step back.

"Get off!" He screams, but it's out of irritation. "You have people. Are they watching us?" My dongsaeng asks.

Smart question.

"No, they're back at our base. I'm alone, I said! Get off." The black haired male tells him. "And we're supposed to believe you?" I ask him, crouching down as my dongsaeng grabs his wrists and pins them together, the stranger now on his stomach

"Please don't grab my wrists..."

His tone seems softer this time, his voice quiet. What's his problem?

He must be acting.

"Why not? You too weak to fight him off?" I ask the guy, holding my gun to his head. "Because it hurts, b*tch! Get the hell off of me!" He yells, almost kicking me in the ankle. "If I were you, I would stop squirming." I tell him seriously. "Get, off!" He tries to escape, but I taught my dongsaeng well.

"Get off of him."

I hear a click behind me, and my dongsaeng freezes. I stay still.

Someone must be behind me.

"Get off of him, right now. Or I'm pulling this trigger." Someone from behind me says.

I suddenly turn around and pull him down, quickly disarming him and throwing the gun across the room.

But then he pulls out a knife and cuts my arm.

"F*CK!" I yell, jumping back as blood gushed from my arm.

The other random guy grabs his gun, and points it to my dongsaeng's head.

No.

"Don't hurt him!" I yell, dropping my gun. "Get off of him."

My dongsaeng gets off of the man with black hair, and he stands up.

"We'll be on our way." The older guy says, the one with black hair rubbing his arms.

He's weak.

"Stay safe."

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"Who were they?" Changmin asked Yoongi, who was looking down at his arms. "I don't know..." Yoongi responded.

The two stayed quiet, Yoongi's thoughts overwhelming his head.

"AGH!"

"CHANGMIN HYUNG!"

Yoongi screamed as Changmin fell to the ground, a zombie on top of him. Yoongi grabbed his knife and killed the zombie quickly, saving Changmin from getting bit.

"Yoongi, I told you to watch out!" Changmin yelled, pushing the zombie off of him and standing up. "I didn't hear you...hyung..." Yoongi mumbled, taking deep breaths.

"How did you not here me?! I was yelling!" Changmin ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "I'm sorry- I zoned out." Yoongi shook his head.

"It would be nice if you could be nice, for once. You're disrespecting Kwon hyung, and it's not very kind- now you're ignoring me, I could've gotten hurt or died, Yoongi." Changmin explained, continuing to walk down the street.

Sooner or later their house came into view, the windows blocked with cardboard and electric fence up and running.

They went inside, and Yoongi darted for Jin's room, Pepto in hand.

Jin was still throwing up?

He ran into the bathroom when he heard choking sounds, which Hoseok's soft tone followed.

"Hobi, what's going on?" Yoongi asked in a panic. "What does it look like?" Hoseok looked up to him with an annoyed expression. "Sorry- Changmin and I found some medicine." Yoongi sat down next to Hoseok.

"This is bad, how long has be been getting sick for?" Yoongi questioned when Jin stopped, opening the pink-colored medicine. "He was fine a few minutes after you left, he got maybe fiveteen minutes of sleep before he got sick again; a minute or two ago." Hoseok explained, trying his hardest to comfort Jin.

"That's good he got sleep." Yoongi looked to Jin. "Hyung, I found some medicine for you." He told him, using the cap as a measuring cup.

"Hobi..." Jin croaked out, trying to hold onto Hoseok's shirt. "Don't worry hyung, we'll take care of you." Hoseok told him in a softer tone, running his hand through his hair carefully.

"Can you take this for me, hyungie?" Yoongi asked, holding up the medicine. Jin turned his head away, panting for air out of exhaustion.

"It'll make you feel better hyungie, I promise." Yoongi told him, looking at Hoseok then back to Jin.

Hoseok helped Jin sit up after receiving a nod, and Yoongi gave it to him. Jin couldn't really taste it, and it's not like he had enough energy to say no and walk away.

"It's okay, Jin hyung..."