The Shelter in Sight
The skyline of Busan shimmered faintly in the distance, its walls rising like a promise against the dying light. The group had been walking for hours, their bodies trembling with exhaustion, but the sight of the shelter filled them with fragile energy.
Namjoon pointed, his voice hoarse but steady. "There. We're close. Just a few more miles."
Jin adjusted his pack, his eyes narrowing. "Don't let your guard down. The closer we get, the more dangerous it becomes."
Y/N felt her chest tighten. The shelter was real — she could see it. Lights flickered faintly along the walls, figures moved in the distance. Salvation was within reach.
Her brother squeezed her hand. "We're almost there."
But the world had a way of reminding them that hope was never free.
The Ambush
The road narrowed as they approached a stretch of broken buildings. Cars lay overturned, their metal frames twisted, their windows shattered. The air was heavy with silence, the kind that pressed against the skin.
Soobin's voice was sharp. "Stay alert. This place feels wrong."
Jungkook moved beside Y/N, his bat resting against his shoulder. "Stay close."
They stepped into the street, their footsteps echoing against the cracked pavement.
Then it happened.
From the shadows of the buildings, the infected surged forward. Dozens of them, their bodies twisted, their mouths open in guttural screams. The air filled with chaos — moans, footsteps, the metallic clang of weapons.
Namjoon shouted, his voice cutting through the noise. "Formation! Fight!"
The group erupted into motion, weapons swinging, voices shouting.
The Battle
Jungkook swung his bat, the crack of bone echoing. Beomgyu stabbed with precision, his knife flashing in the dim light. Kai fought fiercely, his movements sharp and desperate. Taehyun's blade cut through the air, his voice steady.
Y/N fought beside her brother, adrenaline surging, her knife slicing through flesh.
But the swarm was overwhelming.
Jin fired his gun, the shot ringing out, dropping one of the attackers. Jimin screamed as a figure lunged, but Taehyung pulled him back, his blade slicing deep.
The fight was chaos — bodies colliding, weapons clashing, blood spilling.
The Fall of Kai
Kai fought at the front, his movements fierce. But in the chaos, one of the infected lunged, its teeth sinking into his neck.
His scream tore through the air, sharp and agonizing.
Y/N turned, her heart stopping. Blood poured from the wound, the infected tearing away a chunk of flesh.
Kai collapsed, his body trembling, his eyes wide with shock.
Namjoon shouted, his voice desperate. "Kai!"
But it was too late. The wound was fatal, the bite too deep. Y/N's immunity couldn't save him — not when the neck had been torn apart.
Kai's body stilled, his eyes closing, his breath fading.
The group froze, horror pressing against their chests.
The Fall of Taehyun
Taehyun fought beside Beomgyu, his blade flashing. But another infected lunged, its teeth sinking into his throat.
His scream was sharp, his body jerking as blood poured from the wound.
Beomgyu shouted, his voice breaking. "Taehyun!"
Y/N's heart shattered. She moved forward, desperate, but the wound was too severe. The infected had torn away a chunk of his neck, blood spilling in torrents.
Taehyun's eyes met hers, filled with pain but steady. "Keep… going," he whispered, his voice fading.
Then his body stilled, his breath gone.
The Fall of Beomgyu
Beomgyu fought with desperation, his knife flashing. But in the chaos, another infected lunged, its teeth sinking into his neck.
His scream was raw, filled with agony. Blood poured from the wound, his body trembling.
Y/N moved forward, her heart breaking. "Beomgyu!"
But the wound was fatal. The infected had torn away a chunk of his neck also, leaving him gasping, his breath fading.
His eyes met hers, filled with pain and sorrow. "Don't… stop," he whispered, his voice trembling.
Then his body stilled, his eyes closing, his breath gone.
The Aftermath
The battle raged on, but the loss of Kai, Taehyun, and Beomgyu pressed against the group like a weight.
Jungkook fought harder, his bat swinging with fury. Namjoon's voice was sharp, desperate. "Keep moving! Don't stop!"
Y/N's heart shattered, her breath ragged. She had seen death before, but this was different. These were her friends, her family. And they were gone.
Her brother's voice was steady, grounding her. "We can't stop. We have to keep moving."
She nodded, forcing herself forward, her chest heavy with grief.
The Collapse
Finally, the swarm thinned, the infected scattering among the wreckage. The group stumbled forward, their bodies trembling, their breaths ragged.
They collapsed in a heap, their weapons slick with blood, their hearts heavy with loss.
Jin's voice was hoarse. "We lost them."
Namjoon's eyes were heavy, his voice breaking. "Kai. Taehyun. Beomgyu."
The names hung in the air, sharp and bitter.
Jimin's voice trembled. "They were… they were family."
Taehyung's absence pressed against them, his laughter gone, his strength lost.
Soobin's eyes were filled with tears. "We were so close. And we lost them."
The Grief
Y/N sat on the ground, her chest heaving, her eyes filled with tears. She had seen death before, but this was different. These were her friends, her family. And they were gone.
Jungkook sat beside her, his hand brushing hers. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice trembling.
Her brother's hand rested on her shoulder, grounding her. "We have to keep moving. For them."
She nodded, her throat tight. "For them."
The Whisper of Busan
The shelter loomed in the distance, its walls rising against the horizon. Salvation was within reach, but the cost had been heavy.
Namjoon's voice was steady, though his eyes were filled with grief. "We keep moving. For Kai. For Taehyun. For Beomgyu."
Jin nodded, his voice firm. "We don't stop. Not now."
The group rose, their bodies trembling, their hearts heavy.
Y/N closed her eyes, whispering to herself. "Please let Busan be real."
Her brother heard, his hand brushing hers. "It will be."
Jungkook's voice was steady, fierce. "And if it's not, we'll make it real."
The group moved forward, their footsteps echoing against the earth, carrying them toward Busan — carrying the weight of loss, the whisper of hope.