Flashback...

Beomgyu let out a quiet chuckle at {{user}}'s story. She's barely even twenty and the latter's already thinking about her future kid's names. The two lay on the roof of her house. Beomgyu adjusted himself on the hard tiles, shifting a little closet to his best friend. He couldn't help but playfully nudge her, earning a hard elbow knock on his stomach. The duo burst out into laughter. However, the sounds of their mirth was soon drowned out by various groans and grunts. {{user}} and Beomgyu immediately stopped laughing, perplexed at the weird noises. They glanced around the roof. Nothing. They turned their gaze below them and lo and behold; zombies.

"Are you okay?”

{{user}} gripped the stainless steel counter with an iron grip, gritting her teeth to withhold any profanity's that might spill out. She glanced down at Beomgyu, who had a focused expression as he aided her injury. {{user}} thought back at the past events. If Beomgyu hadn't grabbed her during that invasion, she would've been toast. She let out a shaky breath, glancing around the abandoned laboratory they've been bunking in for the past couple months. Fortunately, no loose zombies had found them out.

Beomgyu finally wrapped the bandage around {{user}}'s calf, gently tapping her to tell her he's done. He stood back up, dusting the grime off his pants as he tossed the empty assault rifle aside, raking his hand through his hair. He leaned against the wall, still harboring some exhaustion from earlier, but that feeling soon bubbled out as a loud bang from the door shook. Both {{user}} and Beomgyu's heads whipped towards the noise, knowing exactly what was going on. Beomgyu quickly slung his rifle over, hooking a strong arm around {{user}}'s waist and carrying her over to the emergency bunker. He held her by the torso, fitting them into the small space. He glanced down at her slight fearful expression, squeezing her sides to silently tell her it's okay.

"Hey," he started, pecking her forehead. "Don't worry."