Blood, Sweat & Tears // BTS Zombie Apocalypse AU

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"I'll just have to do it myself." He mused aloud, voice a mere murmur.

Exhaling warily, he cocked the weapon in the direction of the east side of the building.

As the anticipated group of five came shuffling over, feet fast and growls animalistic, Namjoon tugged at the safety.

"Joon," he heard Yoongi's strained voice pipe. "don't add insult to injury."

"What else am I supposed to do?" Namjoon defended before a lopsided grin unveiled his dimples. "Besides, I don't want to hear that from you, hyung."

He waited patiently, heartbeat skyrocketing, as Jungkook tugged miserably at the handle.

"It's locked." He grumbled, rattling it in desperation as if it would miraculously open. Scrunching up his nose, he slammed his shoulder into the old wooden door repeatedly.

"Kick it down!" Namjoon roared, beads of sweat rolling in thin rivulets down his temple.

Gnashing teeth, bloodthirsty eyes.

They were coming closer and he was losing his composure.

"I'm trying!" The youngest hissed, jamming his foot into the door and throwing his whole weight onto it.

"It won't budge!" Hoseok cried, itching to help but the oldest mint-haired man slumped against his form prevented him from doing so.

Closer.

"Oh, fuck it!" Namjoon hissed, turning and popping off a scarily accurate round at the handle, successfully busting the lock.

Twelve.

He whipped back around, barrel digging unexpectedly into the cold undead temple of the zombie who had appeared so abruptly before him.

Close.

"It's open! Hyung!"

Too close.

Startled and without even thinking, he pulled the trigger, a splatter of infected amaranth splattering across his face as the unholy creature hit the ground.

Eleven.

Slamming his foot into the second one that threw itself at him, he ducked an incoming snap of jaws and sprayed three bullets at the third's head.

Eight.

Three zombies left.

Namjoon's head span with both adrenaline and ultimate panic, the feeling only intensifying when his shoe caught under a corpse, pulling him to the ground.

His heart skipped a beat.

As he himself hit the concrete, head ricocheting painfully against the floor, everything became hazy.

The panicked yells of his friends faded out into a distorted static, blind eyes rolling in his head.

Everything was bright and foggy for a few seconds.