"I'm sorry about Taehyung's rough introduction from earlier." Namjoon said, leaning back against the wall.

We were all sat on the floor, old clothes serving as pillows while Seokjin distributed rice into small plastic plates.

"We just have a little problem with our neighbors - thanks babe." Namjoon took a spoonful of his rice while Taehyung snickered next to him.

"Problem is one way to put. Also, neighbors sounds a little too nice." The sand haired barked out a bitter laugh, before shoveling rice into his mouth.

"Neighbors?" I echoed, "You mean the prowlers?"

"Prowlers?" Four people parroted in unison.

"That's what she named these ugly monsters." Jungkook provided uninterested, making Yeji look at him shocked, because this was the first time she heard him speak.

"Prowl- BAHAHAHAHAH." Taehyung wheezed, because apparently everyone feels the need to make fun of the name.

"Why? Gotta problem with that?" I glared at him, making him shut up - or try to do so anyways.

"No, no." Namjoon said diplomatically, "I mean- it is fitting."

"Exactly." I grumbled crossing my arms.

"So tell us about your troublesome neighbors." Jungkook picked up the topic again, surprisingly invested.

"Well," Namjoon started, "There are other survivors. Three of them. Initially, we wanted to work together with them but we had to learn the hard way that not all survivors are good people."

"Tell me about it." I muttered under my breath, making them look at me curiously. "Cannibals." I said, as if this would explain everything.

This seemed to throw Namjoon off a bit, but he caught himself quickly, "Uh- well, they didn't want to share Yongsan, so they started to fight for it and-" He waved towards Taehyung who lifted his shirt slightly, exposing a huge, nasty scar going over his right ribs up to his chest, "We ended up almost loosing one of us."

"They've been coming back to try and take us ever since." Taehyung said darkly, dropping his shirt back down.

"They managed to hurt you like that?" Jungkook blurted, as if he was convinced that this was a huge deal.

"Well, yeah." Taehyung seemed kinda pissed, as if he was embarrassed that they got him like that, "It wasn't my day, okay?"

Jungkook gave me a look and I cocked a brow surprised, understanding the intention behind his eyes, "You sure?"

My companion shrugged, then nodded curtly.

"Alright, it's your choice then." I looked back at Namjoon, "We'll help you if these guys come back. Whatsoever Jungkook's planning."

His eyes had said I can take care of it and I have no clue what he meant by it.

It was silent for a moment, everyone having dropped their rice spoons, until Taehyung snorted, "Sure Jungkook. You saw what they did to me, right?"

Latter scoffed, "You and I are hardly comparable."

I mean, he was probably right, but did he have to be such an asshole about it? Geez he's really bad with first impression and whatever.

"Jungkook's the reason we survived that long all alone." I said leveled, trying to back him up a bit.

"That's just not true, Chickie." Jungkook denied, ruffling my hair from the side, "I'm a dumbass who'd be lost without you."

"At least you're self-aware about that." I said between two mouthful of rice, "Speaking of which- are those elementary school books?" I pointed at a stack of colorful books scattered in a corner of the room. I knew them, because mom used to use the same for her students.

"Uh, yes," Taehyung smiled sheepishly, "Namjoon's teaching me."

"I see." I stored the info in the back of my head, taking another spoon of rice.

"He's a great teacher." The sand-haired beamed.

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I jumped onto the stone wall, balancing over the thin railing til I let myself drop onto the other side with a loud thump. The backyard was filled with stinky trash cans that would've needed to be taken out looooong ago.

"What do you think about them?" I asked, walking over to the green painted backdoor of the restaurant.

Jungkook's scythe whirred through the air, making an ugly splashing sound where it cut into the prowler's rib, "I don't know yet." He answered curtly, jerking the hilt of his scythe backwards, where it smashed into a crawling prowler's head, leaving it motionless on the ground.

"But you agreed to help them?" I rattled on the door a few times, groaning frustrated. Of course it was locked, "I mean- what business do you have with their disagreement with other survivors?"

Jungkook smiled knowingly, while wiping the remaining liquid off his blade, "I wanna see if they are trustworthy. Cuz' it looks like we're gonna be stuck with 'em for some while."

He walked past me, rattling on the locked door a little, before pushing me out of the way and stepping back, rolling his shoulders.

"How're you gonna do that?"

The man stepped forward, foot lunging up against the door, making it fling out of it's hinges with a violent crash. It tumbled onto the ground, clouds of dust flying around where it landed.

"Leave it to me, Chickie." He mused mysteriously, entering the restaurant. I followed quickly.

"Aww man, this is so gross." Jungkook exclaimed suddenly. I immediately covered my nose, tears shooting up into my eyes at the unbearable stench that invaded my senses.

"You should've known that it's gonna be like that." I scolded, "It's a restaurant after all."

My companion glared at me, hand also pressed against nose and mouth, "Why would that tell me anything?"

"Well, I don't think the owners had time to throw out the food before they transformed." I answered, nudging his side with my free arm once, before striding past him.

The place had been more of a fast food restaurant for families and kids' birthdays and stuff. Rotten food was covering the tables and an unimaginable stench came from what I assumed was the kitchen. 

Jungkook and I had proposed to go for a supply run after having eaten the other's food, not wanting to live off their resources and it had seemed like a good idea to look into this restaurant - in retrospect, maybe not my wisest decision.

There were some prowlers scooped up in the corners and under the tables, nothing big though. Jungkook had quickly disposed of them.

"Well, Chibi," He said while letting his weapon slam down onto the last prowler, "Everything's jus' fucking rotten and moldy. Doesn't look like we're gonna find shit."

"Ehhh-" I threw an apologizing look in direction of the kitchen, having Jungkook grimace.

"You aren't gonna make me go in there, are you?" He stared at me incredulous.

I nodded, lips pressed together in a thin line. I wasn't so happy about this myself, okay?

Jungkook sighed, "I hate this."

At least there weren't any prowlers in here anymore, I decided, while rummaging through the cupboard, trying to breathe as little as humanly possible.

There were quite some things we could use - cans, noddles and rice, that didn't expire. The kitchen was dark and we had to be careful not to suddenly grab into some moldy piece of meat.

"I like Seokjin and Namjoon." I admitted, breaking the comfortable silence we'd been searching in.

Jungkook grunted, busy with going through boxes of tomato-sauce cans, "Don't like the chick. She's obnoxious."

"I think she's cute." I retorted, pocketing a smaller pocket knife that had been laying around on the counter, "...and Taehyung?"

"What's with him?" Jungkook asked irritated.

"What do you think of him?"

"What do you think of him?" He avoided my question, getting up from the ground with a huff.

"He's a little rude, but I think that's good. He's not naive, he knows he has to be careful." I turned around at my companion with a smile, "He reminds me of you."

I had meant it as a compliment but Jungkook didn't seem to take it well, "Yeah, whatever. Let's leave, it stinks like dead rat's ass in here."

"Yes, sir." I rolled my eyes, following my unusually grumpy ally outside.

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