Sounds of sirens and ablazing fear resonated in the surrounding area. collapsed and so did people's dreams. Shattered among the fragments of their own destitute, humans ran around to find shelter and save themselves. Was it easy though? No, it wasn't. The end was near or perhaps it had already started. All that was to be said is; "I wanna live!" Survival is quite a ceramic ornament, a treasured jewel which urges humans to keep going despite the never ending hardships that came along their way. What actually had happened for them to come in this phase of their lives?

-TWO DAYS AGO-

"You are watching SBS news, as per our reports an unimaginable virus has been confirmed to be infecting people near the Gangwon province. Our fellow reporters who were present at the laboratory have firmly affirmed to us that the cure to this virus isn't something to be treated. For now scientists have claimed it to be the Z virus. Kindly do stay in your houses and be safe. Curfew might be imposed for a few days throughout the nation to ensure the safety of our citizens. Kindly do cooperate with the government for a better future."

Throwing the remote on the wooden table he sighed, his legs were hanging off the couch. Dressed in a simple tank top and shorts he was chuckling humorously to himself. "Z virus what is that? A Zombie virus? These media folks would never stop coming up with bullshit just to increase their TRP." Scoffing at the news that still played on his television. He laid flat on his stomach. Ther door abruptly burst open and a man rushed in.

"Fucking get up asshole we've got to escape from here." Frowning at the male who just ingressed and began cursing at him he stared at him questioningly. "They are here!" Raising his brow he sits up straight with messy hair. "Who?" Scurrying into his room he ignored the former's retort, fumbling with his cupboard to dump clothes in a bag. "Kim Namjoon the Z virus victims have been found in our building. And they are coming to hunt us next."

Namjoon rolled his eyes, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hyung there's no such thing as the Z virus that exists. Maybe you've mistaken Aunt Oh from the floor above us as a victim. Her anger really is that of a serious ailed person." Sitting on the bed he dangled his legs huffing at the male shoveling so hastily.

"You should stop doing that." Pointing at the bag he was arranging, Namjoon said. The sound of a loud hammering had him jump out of fright, the very next second. "Fuck they are here." Cursing under his breath he hushed Namjoon.

"Pack your necessities." Thinking of a way to get out of that place he whispers to him. From the banging and force enunciation they knew the door would be broken down anytime soon. Sweat perspired on the younger male's forehead. Now, he was definitely impulsive for his life. His brain had stopped functioning. Although a few minutes ago he felt all this was unreal when the situation had finally knocked at this doorstep, scratch that enforced itself in his personage. He couldn't help but pray all of this to be a lie and his brother was pranking him.

"Yoongi Hyung," he gazed at him clueless about everything. Yoongi sighed, already knowing of his condition. Quickly packing his bag he hands him a pair of clothes demanding that he change himself. Removing a black shiny metal from his bag he hands one to him. "A gun?" Namjoon's breath was shaky with his fingers shivering in fear.

What actually did Yoongi do for a living to possess a gun with him? The last time he checked he hailed from a middle class family and could barely afford three meals the same as him. Both of them were striving to survive and make it till the end of the day without actually the thought of cursing at their ill fates. For not being born in a rich household.

"Do not ask me where I got this from. All you gotta do is know this is important for you to cope up with in this phase we are stuck in." Namjoon gulped the lump forming in his throat which didn't go unnoticed by him. "Now I want you to be brave and jump out of that window. I'll follow closely behind you." Frantically shaking his head he denied the idea of capering from the 5th floor. Though he didn't have any height phobia trait this whole change in his life had him wondering if was ready to flee or not?

"Quit being a coward Joon and hurry up, those fuckers would definitely break in any second." Clink of the door hinges cracking made him curse once again. "Hurry up, trust me." Pushing the male out of the window he jumped the very next second. Landing on a soft surface Namjoon didn't expect to breathe after being shoved off from such a distinctive height. Yoongi quickly got off from the truck running to the driver's seat, with a speechless Namjoon being pulled along with him.

Harks and ugly yells echoed in their ears as the invaders watched them drive away. Running down to catch up with them. Hitting the pedestal he speeds off on the busy highway. The uneven pounding of their hearts definitely did not help any of them either. "We are safe and secure. Everything is under control." Realization hit him, glaring at Yoongi. On hearing his assurance.

"How the fuck are we fine? When we just ran off from our own house from who exactly? And I find out you own a gun and this huge ass truck. Who exactly are you Hyung?" His voice definitely wasn't calm nor silent. Namjoon was yelling at him, expressing his frustration.

Inhaling in, Yoongi concentrated on the road avoiding any plea of help to people passing by sent to him. He knew better than anyone to keep himself and his brother safe then accept someone and risk Namjoon's life. "To answer you, I don't exactly have the right words. As for this truck, it doesn't belong to me. I stole it. The gun it's not mine, I hired someone to get it for me. I didn't actually have the money to pay for it. So I punched the delivery guy and snatched it from him. We can't go back to that apartment, it isn't safe anymore. Those people are actually zombies." Explaining himself he goes quiet. Allowing Namjoon to digest all the revelations.

"Since when did you turn into a local burglar? And no zombies don't exist. This must be a misunderstanding. Maybe it's some common virus that you've misinterpreted. Drive around, I wanna go home." Yoongi avoids his beseeching by switching on the radio.

"I won't let you be fed into death Joon." Muttering to himself, he chose the hard way to persevere and endure his new found afflictions. It was a do or die situation. He chose to be a bad guy. In the end each and every individual strives to be happy, Happiness is far from their dictionary. Safety surely could be obtained through.

Being tired of Yoongi's ignorance Namjoon sits numb. Listening to yet another fake news or he was trying to believe it was framed. Yoongi's behavior said the exact opposite. To sum up everything he had to canter from his home. Nothing made sense to him. If zombies really did dwell, why run away from them? Wasn't it the 22nd century? Science had upgraded and developed to such an extent you could fight and win against any odds. He would have put up a strong battle against those creatures.

"Is Mrs Oh a zombie too?" Moments of silence passed when this thought rummaged through his brain. He wanted to ask this question to Yoongi. The eerie air surrounding them didn't permit him to do so. "Where are we heading off to? They might announce a national lockdown soon." Namjoon panicked, reminiscing about the news.

"It's a safe hideout. We'll reach there in a few hours, stop stressing over stuff that ain't relevant and eat this." Handing him a granola bar, Yoongi smiled at him. Despite his tone being icy cold he never failed to take care of the younger male. "Stay alive for me Kim Namjoon." Yoongi voiced out. Catching Namjoon off-guard.