chapter 17

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A/N: WHY DOES THIS HAVE ALMOST 100K?! THIS BOOK IS SO BAD AND IM HORRIBLE AT UPDATING 😭😭

this chapter is only 700 words, i always like to make them 1k or more but i just couldn't write anymore:(( but i wanted to update and this is what i got, thank you to everyone for sticking with me even though i rarely update :D you're the best

tw: death, sorry :( but it's probably not who you're thinking

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namra told us that while gwinam was here,she could hear a announcement, telling any survivers to hide and stay clear from the areas they were going to bomb

"there's no way for us to leave without alerting the zombies or breaking our legs" jimin argued

"i will distract the zombies" sunhae said, but i started to argue "uh no! no one is dying! we're so close to safety!" right then we could hear a panicked voice

"baby?!" heesu said, with all her time of being a mother being inside a zombie apocalypse, she had not yet named her baby

we all took a closer look at what happened, heesu was shaking her baby slightly, tears streaming down

"what happened?!" hari asked from beside her "what's going on?!"

"she's not breathing!"

gasps were heard from everyone

"we- we never found her food! we couldn't get milk and i couldn't- couldn't provide it!" her sobs grew louder and louder, unable to take the death of her baby

no one could do anything, we stood there and watched as a mother's heart broke

hari was the first to move, wrapping her arms around the younger girl

tears fell from my eyes as i watched her breathing become harsher and harsher under the hold of hari

i didn't notice joonyeong come up from behind me, he pulled me into a hug and i shoved my face into his neck, it wasn't my baby, but i still felt horrible, how could someone not?

minutes went by and no one said a thing, until heesu spoke up

"we... we have to leave" she said shakily "we can't stay here anymore, the explosions..." she trailed off

"she's right, onjo? where'd you get that screw from?" sunhae asked onjo, who still had her weapon in her hand, she pointed towards where she got it from, and there were more

"everyone grab one, we're leaving, attack the zombies only if needed, i hope you all have enough stamina to run"

we all grabbed one, heesu opened her backpack and placed her baby's corpse in it, I didn't question her despite wanting to

daesu handed me a bottle of juice from the bag he was carrying, we still had enough food for the rest of today, and probably tomorrow

namra opened the curtains and we all got out, trying to walk as quiet as possible to the first floor, we made it thankfully and sunhae instructed us to start running

we ran and at this point i could feel my head starting to hurt again, but as i looked over to namra who had her hand practicing glued onto her ear, i thought maybe i have it better

we made out into the mountains, panting and some of us holding our pained legs, when there wad a sudden loud boom, we looked behind us and there was a huge explosion, suhyeok threw himself on top of me to shield me from any debris

we all fell due to the impact of the bombing,it stopped only for a second, and hit us harder than the last, pieces of wood and metal being chucked at every character

hours passed as we hiked through the mountains, some had became injured, and required assistance as we moved, but at some point in the darkness,we grew tired, and decided to sleep, we needed energy to continue, but it is was running thin, only one more day, and we'd be free

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A/N: haha... sorry about that...i honestly don't know why i killed off the baby, i thought something dramatic should happen but i might've went too far

...but on another note, the next chapter will be the qna, thank u all for ur questions<3

and i know ive started a max story already, but how would yall feel about a robin one? but based off the plot of young royals, and absolutely nothing to do with stranger things except the characters? lmk cause i have some ANGSTY ideas (and if you don't like it im probably gonna write it anyways so 🤠)

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