Jimin was siting on his grey couch, facing the two men who sat opposite him. He was now wearing black jeans, navy blue boots with the only top he could find in his wardrobe, which just so happened to be his police uniform.

"That thing we killed was not a human being. It was an undead creature who feasts on living flesh." Jin leans forward in his seat, resting his forearms on his thighs.

"Undead?" Jimin cocks his head, looking between them confused.

"We called them biters. Some people call them rotters, feasters, munchers. But they're all the same, undead people who roam around eating anything with a pulse." Yoongi had a blade in his hand, peeling a green apple.

"You can't be serious. Dead people walking around is impossible. How did this even happen?" Jimin runs his fingers through his hair.

"I've never been more serious in my life. This is the world now, killing to stay alive." Yoongi points the knife to Jimin before returning back to his apple.

"No one knows how this happened, it all started with the odd attack. People being assaulted on the streets, in their homes. The hospitals were being overrun with injured people. Then suddenly the military turned up, started quarantining whole streets, neighbourhoods. Began removing people from their homes who had been sick or bitten. They kept assuring us that nothing was wrong, all we needed was a vacation then we would be fine." Yoongi places a slice of apple in his mouth, laughing to himself.

"It didn't work, the vacation was bullshit. They were simply trying to cover their ass's, hoping to keep us from knowing the truth. But they could no longer hide it from us after what happened in Florida hospital. That's when everything turned to shit, rampaging through the streets, people fleeing their homes, even people killing each other. Within three months we lost power, electricity, phones stopped working. The worlds been this way for almost a year." Yoongi cuts another slice of apple.

"I've been asleep for a year! This can't be fucking happening. What happened at Florida hospital?" Jimin cocks his head, struggling to take everything in.

"Someone who was attacked made it to our hospital, the person was sick. They died on the table, no one knew what caused it. Their injuring wasn't surgery During the autopsy he started moving, attacked the pathologist. It took several other doctors to pry him off, he was killed by a security guard by being shot in the head. But not before he bite, scratched at the doctors. At first it started out as a cold, but then the sweats started, shivers, then the violence. The doctors who were sick suddenly attacked our patients, taring them apart. Everyone began running for their lives, the ones who were injured started attacking as well. I was lucky to escape with my life, I watched my friend get eaten alive, ripped apart. I gathered everything I could possibly take in my car, and just drove away. I meet Yoongi at a refugee camp, it was good for awhile, but then the biters came. Overrun the place, killed almost everyone there. Luckily if you could put it that way, Yoongi and I were on a supply run while it happened. By the time we got back it was to late, we grabbed anything we could before we got the fuck out of there. Since then we've been driving, trying to get to San Francisco where we've heard there's a sanctuary, safe place free from biters." Jin points to the map laid out of the coffee table, showing Jimin where they were heading.

"Why are you here then? In Phoenix?" Jimin looks at the map, seeing they were probably only a few days drive away.

"Well at first it was because our car broke down, we spent hours trying to fix it but nothing worked. Then it became night, and you never want to be out when it's dark. That's when they have an advantage, able to freely move even without seeing. So, we found this house, it was the only one that hadn't been raided or destroyed during the beginning of all this. Still had food, beds, secure locks. We decided that we would leave in the morning and that was three months ago. But we will leave, we've fixed the car, scavenged everything we could from this town. Took enough fuel to last us for awhile, as well as collected  months worth of food for the trip. You know you're one lucky son of a bitch Jimin, if you had woken up a few days later we'd of been gone. God knows how you would've even survived, you were literally a sitting duck waiting to be slaughtered." Jin laughs, shaking his head.

"I think me being alive had something to do with the bed that was blocking my door. Locking me in the room, no one could have got in unless they were able to move it. I struggled to push the door open myself, trying to get out." Jimin looks down, lost in deep thought.

"Did you live here with anyone? Do you have a kid?" Jin looks at him, eyes gazing over his features.

"I lived with my brother and boyfriend. Why do you ask if I have a kid?" Jimin lifts his head up, eyes scanning between them.

"Well its just that when we looked through the rooms we noticed one of them had a cot. We thought maybe the people who lived here were a family, we hoped they had survived but." Yoongi smacks Jin's thigh, glaring at him.

"But what? What did you find?" Jimin's eyes grow alert, realising he hadn't asked them anything about if they knew what happened to the people who lived here.

"We- we found a pool of blood in the kitchen, not enough for the person to of died but enough for them to of been significantly injured. The house was empty when we found it, the blood looked like it was fresh, probably been there a few days by the time we came. I'm sorry, not sure if that's good news or not. It could mean it may not of been them if it was fresh, could've been someone just passing through." Jin gives him a small smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

Jimin grasps the side of his head, letting his head fall down as he struggles to hold in his emotions. His head was throbbing, finding it difficult to comprehend everything that has happened while he was asleep. How could the world of gone to shit in the months he was gone, how was this possible. And what happened to his family, where are they, are they safe. Jimin didn't know what to do, how was he supposed to find them.

Jimin's brought back to reality when he hears the revolting noise that will now forever haunt him coming from outside. Jimin looks up, glancing over to the door, then back at Yoongi and Jin. Both of them look unbothered, unfazed by the inhuman sounds resonating from outside. Jin quietly gets up, heading over to the door. He looks through the peephole, seeing several biters wondering the streets, one standing by the gate looking down at the dead biter he killed earlier. Jin checks the various looks on the door, making sure they are secure. All the windows, doors were boarded up, preventing any biter to be able to see inside. He looks back at Yoongi, carefully walking over.

"There's a few out there, I think it's time to call it a night. Let them pass, by morning they should be gone.  If there's any left, we'll deal with them." Jin grabs his gun which was leaning on his chair, turning around to walk to the downstairs bedroom.

"Come on Jimin, we've got some food you can eat in the bedroom. Just make sure to stay quite, only speak if it's necessary." Yoongi stands up, placing the knife back in his holster on his side, grabbing his gun from the table.

Jimin carefully stands up, slowly following Yoongi to the bedroom. Jimin stops at the door, not recognising the room that once used to be his brothers. Mattresses were laid across the floor, windows boarded up, piles of canned food, water, supplies lined the wall.

"It's better to keep everything in one place, that way if you need to make a run for it, you don't need to stress about having to find everything. Also, it's safer to stay on the ground floor, that way you can't get trapped upstairs with no way out. Remember that Jimin if you're ever in a situation where you need to run for your life. Never go up the stairs, you'll only be killing yourself, forcing yourself into a corner with no escape." Yoongi takes a can of what looked to be syrup soaked peaches, opening it with the knife he has.

Jimin goes over, sitting down on the mattress laying on the floor. Jin shuts the door, locking it with the wood board he made.

"You've seemed to of made some changes to my house, don't remember having this many security measures." Jimin thanks Yoongi as he passes him the now opened can of peaches.

"Only way to live now, you can never be to careful. One mistake could mean life or death, I'm not taking the chance of letting one of those things attack us. I would rather die before I become one of them." Jin sits down beside Yoongi, taking a can of beans.

The sounds outside grow louder, Jimin flinches at the noise. His body shaking slightly at the memory of the one he meet in the hospital, the way it was so disfigured, rotting to the point you could no longer call it a person. Jimin begins to eat the peaches, trying to rid his mind of those disgusting thoughts. The rest of the night was filled with silent other than the grotesque moans coming from the biters. Jimin now laid in what was supposed to be a bed, staring up at the dark ceiling above him. He couldn't sleep, not knowing where his family was or if they were even still alive was killing him. He needed to know if they were safe, if they had made it. He didn't know what would happen if they hadn't, how could he go on without his family. He just prayed he would find them, hoped they may of left him some clue as to where they had gone.

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