I was suddenly reminded of this song when writing this. Gosh, I used to love it so much, lol.

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This is based on the prompt: chased by Zombies of the Halloween Vault 2 contest on Fanfic profile.

"Don't move, breathe or peek. Act dead. Because if you don't, you will end up dead for real."

That was the last thing Jimin said before both huddled close, a dark narrow alley their safe haven for the time being. The lightbulb flickered, tauntingly. Shreds of torn garments swayed to the soft melody of a chilly breeze.

Shuddering bodies, chattering teeth and wild thudding hearts as both clung to each other. The silence went for too long, it was maddening. Yet, Taehyung knew better than to open his mouth no matter how annoying the urge to speak grew.

Jimin's hands rubbed up and down his arms, a hesitant comforting movement. However, clumsy feet shuffled at the entry of their hiding spot, stilling lungs and any voluntary or involuntary movement. The warning from earlier resonated within their minds, prompting them to completely freeze.

It felt like forever before the predators moved away. Yet, bodies too rigid, they couldn't relax.

"We need to move. It won't be long before they find us, Tae." Taehyung nodded at the rushed whispers, dread soaking him. Both refused to believe the possibility of turning into mindless, man-eating and ugly creatures.

The rest of the group got separated when the virus spread and people started attacking each other during their latest concert. It started with one blood-curdling scream piercing through the chants of the crowd then another burst the confusion floating around before grunts and shrieks filled the entire stadium.

What started like another magical and fun night ended in a blood bath, the massacred fans rising and the security that was supposed to be there for protection started chasing everyone that didn't get bitten before sinking their teeth in unwilling necks.

They always knew the fans were capable of many things but that didn't prepare them for the mass climbing atop and racing each other to get an actual chunk of their favorite celebrities.

All Taehyung could remember was Jimin pulling and pushing his numb body toward one of the exits, encouraging him to move forward, faster, father. It didn't take long before his body responded and their shoes slapped harder on the recently polished floors, asphalt and pools of drying blood.

The streets were in a frenzy of utter chaos and terror. The virus was spreading faster than anyone would've liked. The government was trying her best to come up with solutions to contain the situation.

Yet, you can't kill the dead.

Jimin could remember his eyes connecting with his fellow bandmate. The zombies had chased them to different exits. So, he was relieved his friend made it out alive. However, before he could dash to Jungkook, shouts chilled their bones and a tsunami of blood covered, tilted necks, unhuman wide eyes and jerky uncoordinated yet fast bodies burst out from the tall buildings, separating and preventing the much needed meeting of terrified friends.

Taehyung had to pull hard on his best friend's limp arms, urging him to keep up with his pace, pleading him to keep moving. Later on when they grew too tired to keep moving, knees gave up and bodies slammed hard against cold soiled walls, the moon hiding as if to protect itself as well from the onslaught and the ugly sights.

"I'm here, Minnie. I'm here and we will try our best to find them." That night, Taehyung had to hug his friend so tight, as sobs raked his quivering limbs before they fell into disturbed slumber.

The two of them have been on the run for days, pessimism seeping into their souls. Yet, they promised each other not to stop fighting, trying, moving forward. No matter what it took.

The military troops joined the enemy not so long after they entered the death field, turning from protectors to predators. It was a relief that zombies were unable of figuring out how to use weapons. Yet, no one dwelled on that for too long, thinking that if they didn't think about it then so wouldn't they.

The shops were abandoned and the two friends reluctantly covered their bodies with stolen garments, to shield them from merciless coldness and offer more layers against nasty unwelcomed teeth. Just in case.

"Just remember," Jimin started, eyes cold, gaze hard and jaw tense. "You can't kill the dead. But, you can slow them." He tossed the bat to his friend who caught it with trembling hands. "Swing as much as you can. I'll always be there for you, Tae. But, when I'm not, survive."

This is a late weird gift to my best friend for her birthday.
Love you, baka. ❤️

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Word count: 750.

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