Apocalypse

Chapter Five

Run | Jimin
December 20th | 8 pm

"No we need to go now," I say standing up as everyone rushes out the cafe. I look out the huge windows to see a car crash into another and a fire erupt.

"It's dangerous out there, Jimin!" Kai says grabbing onto my wrist. I twist on the ball of my foot and look him straight in the eyes.

"If we don't get out now, to an open area, we will die." I say leaving a short pause between the last three words.

He sighs, looks around, then leads me out of the cafe. I look around and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. Kai starts down the road as he speed walks, dragging me along.

"Help! Please!" I hear an older voice say. I turn to look but Kai jerks me closer, shaking his head at me. I hear someone scream and I wince.

Suddenly the warmth from his hand is gone from my wrist causing my eyes to shoot open. I quickly look everywhere, looking for him.

"Go! Run!" Kai yells trying to fight off a unnatural looking thing. Tears start to form in my eyes as I stand there frozen.

"I can't just l-leave you h-here!" I stutter but he screams and it shocks me. Shocks me enough to start running away. I turn to look over my shoulder, and see the worst thing I think my eyes will ever witness.

I turn back around and keep running as tears stain my face. I sob as I keep running, I can't stop, not in this situation. I pull my phone out and turn my flashlight on. I shine it as I stop to catch my breath. It was staring to get dark, so I could barely see, even with my phone light.

I need to find somewhere safe, even if it's just for a couple hours. Or at least someone.

Once I've catched my breath I start jogging, looking for anywhere safe. I run into a little shack and quickly run over to it. Realizing the door was unlocked, I slowly walk in, alert and ready for anything. As soon as I have searched the whole place, I decided it's safe.

Shutting the door I lock it and flip the light switch.

Oh wow, the power still works, how lovely.

I then search the house for a backpack, food, water, anything. I find a water and some flood. I search all the cabinets and find a small handgun. Smiling, I grab the extra ammo that was hidden and stuff it into a very tiny backpack I have found.

I eat a tiny bit of food and search for anything else I could possibly find useful. Sighing in defeat, I lay down on the little couch that seems slightly comfortable. Lying there for maybe 5 minutes, I came to the realization, that I was alone.

Alone, terrified, disappointed maybe. For gods sake my boyfriend just died. I mean we were pretty close, we made it official like 2 weeks ago but still. Sighing I sit up and stare at the wall. I walk around and find a bookshelf. I finally decide on a book and sit back down on the couch.

Opening it, I start to read it, I have nothing better to do.

Maybe someone will come knocking on the door, looking for shelter, or someone to tag along with.

Hopefully.

I could've done more. I shouldn't have just ran. How fucked up am I?

Really fucked up.

I say to myself answering my own question.

There has to be someone, some people alive in L.A. still.

I throw the book and pull my knees up to my chest and sob. I have many reasons why I'm crying.

1. My boyfriend just died

2. I'm completely alone

3. I have no idea how I'm going to survive

4. I don't know what's going on

5. I'm lost, and have no idea if my friends and family are alright.

Sooner or later, I run out of tears and I lay down on the couch, just staring at the wall.

My mind racing and my body getting more tired by the minute.

What am I going to do?

Mars :)