A K-pop Idol's Guide to Surviving a Zombie Apocalypse

"Block it! Block it!" I screamed, leaning on my door as I searched for something to barricade it with. Those things hadn't actually shown sign of wanting to kill us (yet) but nah-uh. Not taking any chances.

Yoongi yelled back a few seconds later. "Got it!"

Then a minute after: "What the actual ... HOLY SHIT WE'RE GONNA DIE!"

Taehyung ran to a window (it was too smal for anything to get through, thank god) and peered out. "There -" he whimpered, crumpling onto the carpet. "The people are -"

Faintly, I heard the familar tune of a door being unlocked across the corridor. I tried to scream in warning - but it was too late.

I could only turn away as a sudden scream - a woman - sounded, before cutting off abruptly as a growl was emitted, followed by a wet crunch.

Shit.

My grip on the door weakened as I started to shake. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.

"We have to get out of here!" hissed Namjoon, still straining on the door. "We have no chance if we're trapped. Get what you need - now. Jungkook, Yoongi, and I will stay by the doors. Go!" Even Taehyung scrambled to his feet and ran off, probably glad to have something tto concentrate on. I heard small things. Clinks - probably knives -, small thuds. Whatever they're getting, it better be useful and good. I swore to god that if any one of them brought something else ...

The tug on the door snapped my attention back as I squeaked, pulling on the door handle again.

"We're done!" whispered Yoongi a while later, and tossed my backpack to me, which I quickly shouldered, keeping my hand on the door. I looked around - everyone had their backpacks on. Taehyung shuffled up to me and handed me a large hockey stick that I'd seen several times in his room. The weight of the wood was oddly comforting, and I gave him a smile - or what I tried to nake a smile. With all the increasing screaming and yelling and moans, it probably looked more like a grimance.

"Can we go out the fire escape?" asked Jimin, glancing over to the stairs. Once again, I thanked my lucky stars that we lived on the first floor. If needed, we could jump from a window without too much damage.

"Yeah. Follow me, make as little noise as possible, and don't be afraid tto use your .. whatever you've got," he added. "And if we get overrun, run like hell and don't look back. I think."

"Helpful," Jin snorted, shifting his grip on the two large kitchen knives in his hand. (Once again, I would have laughed if I wasn't about to die.)

Notes

Like I said, I update in chunks right after the other. Hehe ^^ what did I do to our Jungkookie? Uh-oh~~ anyway, don't forget to comment! ^^