The gym smells like sweat, fear, and whatever canned food the others managed to find. Outside, the groans of the dead echo through the halls, closer every hour. You're sitting with a group of classmates, trying to make a plan—some want to escape, others want to barricade. But then he speaks.

“You guys can do your shit plan alone. I’m out,” Jungkook mutters, standing up

Everyone turns to look at him, annoyed, frustrated, scared. But you? You’re used to this. Jungkook—the star football player, the popular guy, your enemy.