Park Jimin's P.O.V

When Jimin finally stood up he felt the most surreal feeling come over him. The chaos that ensued around him left him feeling sick to the stomach but not because of the fear that he would usually feel. No, it was the feeling of adrenaline kicking in and jumpstarting his entire body making every inch feel as though there was electricity coursing through his veins. He was excited. He had never gotten into any physical altercation with anyone his entire life and he had no experience with it but for some reason, ever since the apocalypse started he'd been feeling like he could slug anyone in the face and walk away feeling giddy.

In a way it was freeing. It wasn't exactly socially acceptable to do that before but with everything happening at the moment, he'd beg to differ. He figured that with all the pent up frustration of nearly 'dying' more than once, it left him with his anger that he'd never felt before and the only way he could cope with it was a good'ole fist fight apparently. Jimin swung his arm first at the man that charged towards him with a knife. Ballet was his most basic form of exercise his entire life and so he'd grown up with a very flexible body which made his movements swift, smooth and coordinated.

The man dodged and made a jab at Jimin's stomach, but the pinkette angled his body at the perfect time and barely avoided the knife's graze. His shirt tore but that was the only damage done on his person. Jimin smirked and used the man's awkward position to round his leg up and bring it down hard onto the man's skull, knocking him unconscious instantly. He had little time to celebrate when he noticed one of Claire's goonies aiming at someone.

He followed the shooter's aim and his stomach plummeted when he realized the target was Jungkook. With the almost deafening noise surrounding the area and the distance between them there was realistically no way he could warn Jungkook in time. Panic settled in at the back of his throat. He could almost see the gunner's finger pressing down slowly on the trigger. His frantic eyes searched for anything he could use to delay or stop him from pulling the trigger.

Gun...

There was a gun not a step away from him, lying idle on the floor. His fingers twitched, itching to pick it up and feel the weight of it on his palms. In mere seconds the gun was in his hands and his aim stayed locked on the man. Without a second thought he pulled the trigger with a reverberating bang that echoed so loud it left Jimin's ears ringing. Like a deer caught in headlights his stare never faltered but his hands trembled as the man fell to the floor, lifeless. Revulsion raged through him when he'd realized what he'd done.

Jungkook looked at him with an unreadable expression when he dropped the gun like it was a poisonous snake in his hands. Jimin took a hesitant step away from it, feeling as though if he stayed near it any longer he would actually get sick in the middle of the road.

Taehyung's hands gripping his shoulders brought him back, snapping him out of whatever daze he was in. Taehyung spun him around and dragged him away towards the safety of their truck. He made the pinkette sit down behind the truck as he checked for any wounds.

"Oh god, for a split second I thought someone had shot you..." Taehyung heaved out a sigh as he sat back, trying to catch his breath. Jimin's eyes remained unfocused. The initial feeling of excitement and power he felt had hurled itself out the window apparently.

"I shot someone..." Jimin confessed as he felt his stomach heave. He turned away and gagged violently. He wasn't able to throw up on an empty stomach but his body still felt the urge to regurgitate whatever it was that was making him feel sick. But unfortunately it wasn't something he'd eaten. He had a gagging fit for a good thirty seconds before he was finally able to stop. Taehyung rubbed his back throughout the fit, understanding how he felt completely. Although they were safely hidden away from the fight, Taehyung kept his eyes peeled for anyone nevertheless. He couldn't afford to let his concentration slip.

"Fucking hell...Why does this day just keep getting worse.." Taehyung sighed, suddenly feeling the sting of a deep cut embedded into his thigh. The adrenaline numbing the pain had started to fade and he was slowly starting to feel every scratch and ache on his person. Taehyung squeezed Jimin's shoulder when he noticed how the boy was spacing out randomly.

"Hey, can you do something for me?" he asked gently, pulling the pinkette out of his thoughts. As if on instinct Jimin's head nodded slowly, wired into responding to his lover's words.

"I want you to-"

"Well isn't that just rude?" a voice spoke out loud from behind Taehyung, causing him to whip his head towards the speaker. In a split second the man's foot collided with Taehyung's jaw, sending him barrelling towards the floor. Jimin's eyes widened and before he could react, the man grabbed his hair and yanked his head towards him.

"Hiding from the party, doll? Well that's no fun.." the man grinned, blood staining his yellow teeth. Taehyung recovered from the blow and turned towards the duo, a drop of dark red seeping from his busted lip. He stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, examining the damage the man had done to his face. Taehyung sighed knowing the perfect skin he worked so hard to attain was just devalued.

"Now that just tickled..." he said with a condescending tone as he tilted his head, sizing the man up and down. Jimin tried to break free from the man's grip but he only smiled, quite liking how these little boys had some fight in them. He liked it when they struggled...

"You want it to hurt? I can make that happen, bub" the man smirked, shoving Jimin to the side so hard his head struck the truck door. Taehyung's eyes twitched. The boy was never the type to start a fight, rather the one that stopped it. Like the mediator in a fight he was a pacifist and he despised all violence but for some reason he found it hard to control himself whenever someone laid their hands on things or people that belonged to him. In short, he didn't appreciate unknown hands on his belongings.

"If you're done running your mouth, grow a pair and get over here." Taehyung said, feeling his hands itch at the sight of Jimin's blood stained forehead.

"Oh you've got a smart mouth don't you?", the man said as he pulled out a knife, advancing towards Taehyung slowly "I like that.."

The man brought the knife forward and angled it adjacent to his chest, and his free hand balled into a fist and hovered right below his eye level. This man knew how to fight and Taehyung relished in the idea of actually being able to emerge victorious. Lucky for him, Jungkook taught them a few self defense techniques, when they were younger and alot more vulnerable, and from watching Yera throttling a fully grown 6 foot man he'd figured out the basics. The man lunged forward and swung his fist before jabbing with the knife. Taehyung balled his fists and held them close to his body.

This was a perfect stance of defense for him since Taehyung wasn't skilled enough to go on the offense. Taehyung whirled around him and wound up behind the man, before he could react Taehyung rounded his leg and kicked the man, sending him stumbling forward. Enraged by him, he turned around and lashed out by lurching towards taehyung with his knife at the ready. Taehyung dodged his arm as his hand shot out and grabbed the weapon, angling it towards the man's neck. Taehyung grazed the sharpened edge against the man's jaw, harshly tilting his face up as he pressed him flat against the truck behind him.

"My fucking turn.." Taehyung growled into the man's ear before slamming his head into the truck window, shattering it effortlessly. The man was knocked unconscious as his body fell limp, barely standing since his head was basically wedged into the truck.

Jeon Jungkook's P.O.V

Jungkook picked up the long gun that looked to be a rifle of a sort before cocking it expertly and making his way over towards Claire and Michael who seemed to be having a lovely little chat. Jungkook ignored the irritation seeping in and stopped, keeping a good distance between him and the two people that caused all this chaos. He propped up the gun and aimed for the area right beside Claire. He was going to give her a taste of what it was like to be in front of the gun instead of the one holding it. Jungkook wasn't trained officially to fire a gun but he knew his way around the weapon. He came from a family of hardcore outdoor survivalists. And so it was in their nature to put their lives at risk on a daily basis, just to get a good dose of adrenaline every now and then. Be it the painstaking hikes that always ended with someone contracting a disease and having a horrific case of diarrhea or hitting the shooting ranges every sunday for mere fun. Jungkook grew up around that energy and so it was only natural for him to feel this way so easily.

He closed his right eye and focused his line of sight on the target. He breathed out and caressed the trigger before pulling it. The deafening sound left his ears ringing as the force of the gun bruised his shoulder. But Jungkook looked onward, unphased by the pain since the view of Claire shrieking when the bullet made contact with the metal roof had him grinning from ear to ear. Michael stood abruptly, his eyes searching the road for the gunner but the second his eyes met Jungkook's, his expression grimmed at the sight of him already aiming at him. Jungkook waved with a small gesture of his hand before pulling the trigger again. The metal under Michael's feet burst with a loud bang leaving a smoking hole. Michael threw himself to the ground on instinct, as did Claire when she realized they had become a big bullseye for a target.

"Oh no...what happened to your smiles? I swear I thought I saw you guys laughing like two minutes ago. Want me to show you something really funny?" Jungkook asked, feeling oddly giddy for some reason.

When Michael noticed Jungkook glancing away to reload, he decided to use that open window and get to him before he could fire another round again. Michael dashed towards Jungkook, with his hand outstretched to grab him. Jungkook, fully aware of Michael's whereabouts, grabbed the barrel of the rifle, reeled it back swiftly and swung it. He brought it down hard, cracking Michael on the head with the handle. Similar to the motion of batting a baseball, instead of angling and swinging upwards, Jungkook slammed the handle downwards, on Michael's head. The man scrambled to his knees as the blow seemed to have struck him silly. He shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of the dizziness plaguing him. Jungkook blew a strand of hair out of his face. He was finally feeling the heat that came along with the summer breeze. He could feel the scorching sun beating down on his poor neck and at that moment all he wanted to do was hide under the shade.

"Oh boo..was that not amusing enough for you? It's different when you're the one eating shit, isn't it?" Jungkook was in a rage, he could feel the anger and fear affecting the hairs on his arms. As if he were a threatened cat that had its hair stand up whenever it was disturbed. It isn't everyday that an 18 year old would be plucked and dropped into an endangered lifestyle where they had to fight for their lives just to live long enough to see the next day. It wasn't fair. It was anything but fair.

Jungkook's eyes caught movement on his right and by instinct he turned towards it. Claire was in a frenzy as she clambered into the truck looking for a weapon. But a low whistle brought his attention back to Michael. "You little twat" Michael grinned as he stood up slowly, "You sure know how to knock someone to their knees" he was unsteady on his feet as he touched the back of his neck to examine the damage.

Jungkook knew he had nothing on him to reload his gun. There was just half a barrel left when he'd first found it. He only imitated the motion as a ploy to get Michael to start closing in the gap between them. But now that the gun was deemed useless, the only alternative was to use it when he needed to pummel someone.

Before Jungkook could see it and come up with a way to block it, Michaels fist crashed into the brunette's jaw. The man clocked the boy so hard, his entire upper body turned to the side from the force. The shock of the blow made him loosen his grip on the gun, giving Michael the perfect opportunity to rip it out of his hand and hold Jungkook at gunpoint. The brunette recovered from the hit and turned towards Michael, his brows furrowed. His jaw felt stiff as he cracked it to ease the tension knowing that it wasn't broken.

Michael was clueless about the empty barrel but Jungkook wasn't going to let him know that so soon. He might as well play the man's game just to entertain him.

"One more move and I blow a nice hole right through you, kid" Michael adjusted the gun as he spoke, never taking his eyes off the brunette.

Jungkook's hand rose slowly in a form of surrender. And to Jungkook's surprise Michael never noticed someone sauntering up behind him with a metal pipe at the ready. Jungkook knew that Yera was going to knock the lights out of him and he urged her not to. But Yera wasn't one to listen so easily. But before Yera could act, Claire appeared from behind Jungkook with a smirk plastered on her face. Now that the situation had taken a turn to her advantage she got cocky. She gave him a small pat on the back as she walked towards Yera. Jungkook could tell she wasn't happy, having to deal with Claire was obviously one way to piss her off.

Kim Yera's P.O.V

The taste of blood in my mouth made my mouth twist up in disgust. My tongue throbbed where I'd bitten it by accident. I need to learn to keep my teeth shut when things take a turn to violence. I clenched my teeth when Claire made her way over to me. Fuck...I'm only wasting time fighting her, Jungkook could get shot when I'm not looking..

Claire didn't waste a second before she swung a roundhouse punch. I bent backward and felt her knuckles swish past my nose. As I came back up I grabbed hold of her arm and swung her to my right, sending her crashing towards the ground. I raised the pipe to hit her but Michael called out to me before I could do so.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, chérie.." Michael gestured his gun towards Jungkook. "You hit her and I shoot this little bastard right in the chest" I could see Jungkook's jaw clenched up tight in anger. I mirrored him when Michael ordered me to drop the pipe. The second I felt the metal slip past my fingers, Claire bounced back to her feet and twisted her hand into my hair. I could feel my hair getting ripped out by the roots the second she held them. Gripping it tight, she yanked my head down to meet her knee. I stumbled back from the force. I could tell my lip was badly busted, but before I could counter attack Claire had a head start to kick the back of my knees and have me drop to the floor, hard. My jeans tore leaving my skin vulnerable to the road.

By instinct I reached for the pipe but Claire wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me back down further into a rough chokehold. My eyes shot open wide at the loss of air as I struggled to release myself from her tight grip. I could see the way Jungkook's eyes flared with such anger and worry that it made me feel pathetic. I didn't want to have to see that look in his eyes directed at me. I wasn't going to just let myself be held down like this when I know I can easily get out of this. But I was weak and I could tell my body was exhausted and it was clear that it was shutting down. The drop of blood that ran down from my forehead to my chin was an indicator that I was going to lose this fight with Claire.

All I could do now was watch as Jungkook got shot and there was nothing I could do about it..

Jeon Jungkook's P.O.V

On instinct Jungook took a step forward but stopped when Michael whistled a sharp note to get his attention. Jungkook had to tear his eyes off of Yera and he felt himself digging his nails into the palms of his hand in anger.

"Now, are you going to calm down and get your little friends to stand down too, so that we can all get a move on? Or are you gonna do something stupid?" Michael cocked his head to the side condescendingly.

Jungkook watched the way Yera groaned in frustration and the way Claire's eyes sparkled with amusement. Yera was going to pass out by the way that woman was choking her. He turned his gaze back to Michael slowly "Probably something stupid.." he whispered to himself which had Michael grinning from ear to ear. Before he could react Jungkook charged at him. The brunette grabbed the gun by the mouth and twisted it away from him before ramming his shoulder into Michael's chest. Michael held a look of absolute pain and pure confusion as he tumbled to the ground.

Yera struggled under Claire as she watched the way Jungkook didn't even hesitate to throw a punch and knock Michael unconscious. This made Claire panic silently which gave Yera a chance to flip herself backwards in a summersault motion and slam her knees back onto Claire's face. Yera stood up abruptly and staggered back when black spots seemed to have clouded her vision. Jungkook was making his way towards her when Yera finally noticed a dazed Michael grabbing hold of the gun and pointing it at Jungkook from behind him. Yera's face morphed into a look of absolute terror and it was like time itself slowed down and she could see Michael's finger pulling the trigger.

Yera's lungs seized up as a blood curdling scream clawed its way out of her throat. Jungkook's soft smile was the last thing she saw before the sound of a loud bang echoed, leaving Yera's ears ringing raw.

Black clouded her vision and she felt herself drop.

(A/N:- Heyyyy its been ages i know but its really hectic over here and Im aware there I keep using that same excuse but it really is. Whenever i think im going to be free for a while the government finds a new way to screw everyone over. And its honestly so tiring but here we are. I was able to finally publish a chapter.. im sorry it took so long absolutely painful case of writers block and just an overall exhaustion that wouldnt let me write. But i was able to work day by day and just get back into that style, be it difficulty that awaits.. 

Anywho, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and its up to standard, cos i feel live ive internally downgraded my writing by staying away from it for so long (struggles of a student in a country where they drop exams <that heavily affect their score at the end of the year> like its candy every week ;D) anyways let me know if there are any mistakes :>>

Happy belated new year and have a good one yall <3 

Have a great morning/day/evening/night everyone 

With much love - Linnie)