It's the peace and quiet I thought I had been searching for... Aside from the occasional aches and pains. I could sit here in this small studio working on my next track.

Only problem is, I don't know if anyone will be left to hear it. Six months into this pandemic hundreds of thousands of people have died. Too many from a vaccine that was supposed to help.

I am the last person who remains alive that was a volunteer. I still couldn't tell you why I did it. Perhaps I could.

I did it for Army. They love us, want to see us well. That's all I ever wanted for them. I love them all

Tap... Tap... Tap...

"Hey man, you hungry?"

The door wasn't very thick and it probably didn't keep them safe from the virus. But I refused to come out or let them get close to me. They would stop by with food or random plushies that were still being shipped in for our new merchandise. Other than that they would just message me from their phones. Honestly I really didn't mind the solitude. However, I wish it was an option... not mandatory.

"No." My voice was low. I'm not sure if they heard me. They must have because they didn't hover at the door, nor did food get pushed through the square hole at the bottom. Truth was I wasn't hungry. My whole body hurt, not like the usual soreness after a concert or rehearsal. But like arthritis had consumed every joint making me feel every little move I made. I'm still going to though. I have to get this song out of my head. The beat is just drumming along in me. Just waiting to play back upon expectant ears.

"Ugh..." I rubbed my tired eyes, staring at the audio on the screen. If I could just get this one part right. I could release it with permission of course.

Tap... Tap... Tap...

"Hey, we are going live soon. Anything you want to say to Army?"

I'm sorry...

"No..." I mumbled. I had so much to say, but I wanted to be the one to say it. I just couldn't go live this way. It would scare them.

There's already an uproar amongst them all about my no show to lives, or picture updates on all social media.

My heart hurts. I feel like such a disappointment and yet I'm doing something that could potentially save us all. Or at least I hoped. Maybe they will forgive me.

Do you think they would forget about me? I'm not important. All lives are important.

I stretched out on the leather couch in the corner of the room. The cushions cool against my skin comforted my ache body as I stared up at the fluorescent lights above.

Surely Namjoon would give Army a good explanation for my absence. He was always so good with words.

I think I will sleep now...

—-

Alarms sounded all over the apartment. A lot of commotion was going on from outside my door. What could possibly be happening?

"Where is he?" An angry voice shouted from down the hall. There was a struggle and some grunting noises. Then what sounded like a gun going off. My heart sunk. What if they shot one of the guys? I crept towards the door. Slowly opening it to see what was going on.

A dark figure stood heavily breathing over a body and what looked to be blood pooling around it. The gun fell from their hand and what sounded like a cry escaped them.

I know that cry.

I didn't think he could hurt a fly... let alone kill someone.

"Jimin?" I called him. I could see his shoulders tense before he turned towards me.

"He-he was trying to get to you..." he said almost inaudible. A chill ran down my spine. Jimin had killed someone who was looking for me. Were they trying to kill me? What was really going on?

"Are you okay?" I asked, already knowing Jimin was breaking down on the inside. I wanted to go to him and hug him. Let him know that it was okay, that he did the right thing. But I couldn't risk it.

Jimin scurried off down the hall in search of the other members, I'm sure. While I stood staring at the dead man who had come for me.