Jungkook and Y/N stared in shock as the shadowy figure stepped into the light. It was Taehyung, a friend they thought they had lost during the initial outbreak. His clothes were tattered, and he looked haggard, but he was alive.

"Taehyung?" Jungkook whispered, disbelief and relief flooding his voice.

Taehyung nodded, a weary smile on his face. "It's me. I can't believe I found you."

They rushed forward, pulling him into a tight embrace. "We thought you were dead," Y/N said, her voice cracking.

"I nearly was," Taehyung replied, his tone somber. "But I managed to survive. We need to find the others. It's not safe here."

"Do you know where they are?" Jungkook asked, urgency in his voice.

"I saw them enter the building next door," Taehyung said. "But there were too many zombies for me to get close."

"We have to get back to them," Y/N said, determination filling her eyes. "Lead the way, Taehyung."

They moved cautiously through the alleyways, keeping an eye out for any signs of danger. The city was eerily silent, the occasional distant scream the only reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. As they approached the building, they heard the sounds of a struggle coming from inside.

"Stay alert," Y/N whispered, gripping her baton tightly.

They entered the building through a side entrance, moving stealthily through the darkened hallways. The sounds of fighting grew louder, and they soon found themselves in a large, open room. The scene before them was one of chaos and violence.

The rest of BTS, along with Park Bo-Gum and Minji, were engaged in a brutal battle with a group of armed men. Blood splattered the walls, and the air was filled with the sounds of gunfire and screams. Y/N and Jungkook joined the fray, their arrival turning the tide of the battle.

With a fierce determination, they fought off the attackers, using every ounce of strength and skill they had. Y/N's baton cracked against skulls, Jungkook's fists landed heavy blows, and Taehyung's knife found its mark time and again. The battle was intense, but they were driven by the need to protect their friends and survive.

Finally, the last of the armed men fell, and a tense silence filled the room. They were battered and bruised, but they had survived.

"Is everyone okay?" Y/N asked, her voice hoarse.

"We're alive," RM replied, his breathing heavy. "Thanks to you."

They took a moment to catch their breath and tend to their wounds. Y/N's eyes met Jungkook's, and she saw a mix of relief and exhaustion in his gaze.

"We can't stay here," Park Bo-Gum said, his voice urgent. "We need to find a more secure location."

"I know a place," Taehyung said. "There's an old underground bunker not far from here. It should be safe."

With no better options, they followed Taehyung through the city's labyrinthine streets. The journey was perilous, with zombies lurking around every corner and the constant threat of more armed men. They moved quickly and silently, their senses on high alert.

As they approached the bunker, Taehyung signaled for them to stop. "It's just up ahead. Stay close and be ready for anything."

They moved cautiously towards the entrance, finding it partially hidden by debris. Taehyung pushed the debris aside, revealing a heavy metal door. He pulled it open, and they quickly slipped inside, closing it behind them.

The bunker was dark and musty, but it was secure. They found a generator and managed to get it working, filling the space with a dim, flickering light. The relief was palpable as they settled in, finally feeling a sense of safety.

"We'll be safe here for now," Taehyung said, his voice tired but hopeful.

"Thank you," Y/N said, her voice filled with gratitude. "We wouldn't have made it without you."

As they sat down to rest, the reality of their situation began to sink in. They were alive, but their ordeal was far from over. They knew they had to stay vigilant and prepare for whatever came next.

 Just as they began to relax, a loud banging echoed through the bunker, followed by the sound of metal scraping against metal. Something—or someone—was trying to get in.

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