7:30 PM

The busy streets of Gangnam were now filled with screams, chaos, and blood. The news kept talking about the sudden outbreak — a zombie attack that had started earlier that day, around 9 AM, at a school. The entire city was plunging into anarchy, and survival was the only thing that mattered.

Jungkook was running desperately down an empty street, his breath heavy as a group of zombies followed him closely. His heart was pounding in his chest, a mix of adrenaline and frustration taking over him. When he thought he had a chance to escape, he collided with someone and fell hard to the ground.

His first instinct was to curse whoever it was, but the urgency of the situation brought him back to reality. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the zombies closing in. He turned to the person and, with his sharp gaze, looked for bite marks — none. Without hesitation, he got up, grabbed their wrist, and pulled them into a narrow alley.

“Next time, watch where you're going. If there is a next time.He growled, his voice cold and filled with disdain, his piercing eyes meeting theirs for a moment before he turned to check if the area was safe.