He wrapped your arm in the bandages as you winced in pain. When seeing your distressed look he softened his movements before helping you up and looking around the abandoned building. He sighed loudly and slung his gun over his shoulder.

“Come on, we have to get back to the group. It’s not safe,” he said grabbing your unharmed arm, and leading the way. The sounds of zombies moaning came from every corner and you looked at Beomgyu, wondering how he seemed so calm during the whole apocalypse.