The Apocalypse

Chapter 33

The noise is much louder this time, my ears rung as I doubled over on the floor, coughing and gasping. Reverse smurfs arms fell away like nothing.

(Y/n) rushed over to me at once, patting my back and helping me back onto my feet.

Her eyes searched mine, not even a trace of her previous frigid demeanour lingered. She's back to her usual self, asking if I'm okay.

Once I nodded, she gave me a quick side-hug and grabbed our bag.

Was that really her?

"We should go before they fi-"

"Found you," a deeper, more masculine called out from behind us.

Your POV:

"Found you," a new voice broke through the tense atmosphere "I must say, we underestimated you. Two kills within seconds,"

I spun behind, gun in my hands and pointed at the man.

The first face that comes into view is JIN! His cheek now red, purple in some areas thanks to the punch, hands binded together by a scarf .... a gun against his temple.

I focus on the face behind him, he looked to be in his late twenties, a long scar along his cheek, skin tanned by the sun and a ginger ponytail.

This is the horse shit that punched Jin.

"Make one wrong move and he dies," he threatens.

His eyes narrowed on me, a satisfied little grin on his face that I wanted to smack off appeared.

"If you listen to me, no one gets hurt, now put the gun down and push it here,"

My gaze wavered to Taehyung, he's frozen in fear... guess I'm going to need to save us both here.

"Now." His voice boomed, he pushed Jins head with the gun.

Reluctantly, I put the gun down and slid it across the floor to them.

"Hands above your head,"

I followed his intructions, he kept a hand on Jins shoulder while his foot pulled the gun to him. He eyed Taehyung before pushing my gun behind his feet.

"You better tell your brown-headed boyfriend to stay still or I'll shoot,"

"Taehyung, umjik-i-jima,"
(Don't move)

"Nuh-uh, only English so that I know you aren't trying to pull something," he turns his menacing glare onto Taehyung "Stand a few feet behind her and drop to your knees, if you don't want to die,"

Taehyungs eyebrow shoots up as he looks between me and the man that towered over us. He pushed Jin down onto his knees and pointed the gun at Taehyung

"He can't understand," I yelled, fear slowly settling in me.

He lowered the gun back onto Jin.

"Make him understand,"

"Tae, you need to go behind me," I gestured to the space behind with my head "go here, hurry," I urged.

He follow and stands right behind me.

"Too close. Away, further away,"

His eyes were alarmed but he complied, slowly backtracking.

"Stop. Good job Tae now sit like Jin,"

He stops but shoots me a quizzical look.

"Copy Jin. Knees on floor. Down, down,"