Standby
Warnings: swearing, violence, weapons (guns, blades, etc), kind of suggestive, murder, food insecurity, suggested predatory behavior, smoking (cigarettes), gore, horror themes, zombie shit, etc
Authors note: eeekkk ok so I know it took forever and I ended up making the chapter a bit shorter than I planned, but there’s so much more to come. I hope that yall enjoy this chapter. Please let me know what you think and feel free to reblog if you like it! -Mackie 💜
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You woke up to the sound of yelling and loud banging. You winced as you sat up. Your head was throbbing, and you felt dizzy. The back of your head felt damp. So, you slowly brought your hand to graze over your head. It seemed as if there was a large welt underneath your hair. As you looked at your hand, you realized that the dampness was blood. Glancing at the floor, you realized just how much blood had pooled from under your head.
“Let us out, you motherfuckers!” You heard Yoongi yell as he banged on the metal bars before him.
As you began to look around, attempting to make sense of your surroundings, you were left feeling more confused than you previously were. You and Yoongi were in a hospital, and you’d just found the antibiotics that you needed. So, why the fuck are you in a jail cell?
“Yoongi.” You groaned, slowly bringing yourself to your feet as you unsteadily walked towards him, swaying with each step as the dizziness began taking over.
“I swear to god I’ll fucking kill you, bastards! I’ll fucking kill you!” He continued yelling.
“Yoongi, please.” You spoke, gently putting your hand on his shoulder and forcing him to face you.
You wanted to break down when you saw his face. His eye was swollen, and his nose was bloody. Still, he tried to fight his way out. You gently cupped his cheek with your non-bloody hand as you felt your eyes began to sting.
“Oh, Yoongi. What did they do to you?” You asked him through a shaky tone. Not even really aware of who “they” were but knowing that they hurt your friend.
“I’m okay.” He attempted to comfort you. “It looks worse than it is.” He said through a forceful laugh.
“It looks pretty bad.” You let out a sad chuckle.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m going to kill each and every one of these dumb fucks.” He said, making sure to say the last sentence loud enough for anyone on guard to hear.
“My god. Will you please shut the fuck up?” A man’s voice spoke.
You turned to see who the owner of the voice was. There stood a man followed by a few others who were all armed with what appeared to be machine guns. The man was tall and muscular. His arms were covered by a large leather jacket that matched his black jeans and boots. As he got closer, you noticed the tattoos on his face. The one under his eye caught your attention the most. It wasn’t large, but the word “killer” was etched into his skin.
“I’m happy to see that you’ve woken up, flower.” He smiled you.
The nickname made you wince as he opened the cell doors. Two of the men who followed him quickly made their way to Yoongi. One restrained him, tying his hands behind his back while the other pressed his gun against his head. Yoongi attempted to release himself from the man’s grip, but the gun pressing harder against his temple brought him to a halt. You began panicking. Afraid of what they would do to him.
“Don’t hurt him, please.” You cried.
The man in the leather jacket knelt down in front of you before brushing his finger across your cheek. You jerked your head away at the touch, causing him to chuckle lowly.
“Oh, flower. If your boyfriend just cooperated with us, then we wouldn’t have to.” He said.
“I’m not telling you shit.” Yoongi hissed.
“Yoongi, please stop.” You continued to cry.
In any other circumstance, you would’ve told these guys to go fuck themselves. They’d be the ones locked up, not you, but in light of the current situation that the two of you were in, you were in no position to argue. Not after what they did to the two of you. Not while they’re holding a gun to Yoongi’s head.
“I suggest you listen to her, Yoongi. Things can get alot worse for you if you don’t.” The man turned to face Yoongi.
The man holding the gun to his head quickly connected to back of it to his jaw causing him to fall to the floor. It wasn’t hard enough to render him unconscious, but it was enough to bust his lip open, warranting him to cough blood and spit it out on the cold concrete.
“Stop it, please!” You sobbed as you watched Yoongi. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know. Just leave him alone, please.”
The man in leather simply chuckled as he stared down at your pitiful state. He cocked his head to the side, motioning for the other two men to grab you. The one with the gun made his way over to you, but not before landing a kick directly at Yoongi’s stomach causing him to groan painfully.
Now, it was your turn to be restrained. The man tying you up was far from gentle, and you could feel your wrists losing their circulation.
“Hey! Be careful with my delicate little flower.” The man in leather snapped, causing the man tying you to ease up a bit.
“MY delicate little flower.” You repeated his words in your head. Is this really the impression you gave off? I mean, you know that your injury has left you weak and unable to defend yourself the way you typically would, but did you really seem delicate? So fragile that the slightest bit of pressure would make you crack? No. You thought. You are not delicate. You are not a fragile maiden in need of saving. You’re Y/N, and you are going to get out of this.
The men began guiding you out of the cell, quickly locking it behind them as they walked you down a long hallway.
“Don’t hurt her.” You heard Yoongi groan as he remained lying on the floor.
You wanted to tell him that everything would be okay. That no one was going to hurt you again, but you couldn’t lie to him. The truth is, you didn’t know what these men wanted with you. You didn’t know where they were taking you and what questions they could possibly have for you. That didn’t matter to you right now though. All that mattered was making sure that you and Yoongi got out of this alive.
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The men led you down the long, dimly lit hallway into an office at the end. You were pushed down onto a chair that sat on the other side of a desk. The man in leather took a seat at the desk chair as he leaned back and lit a cigarette.
“Now, flower. How about we start with the basics, yeah? What’s your name?” He asked.
“Y/N.” He repeated as he inhaled the smoke. “Such a pretty name for such a pretty lady.” He smirked.
You felt as if you could throw up right then and there. You couldn’t fold though. You couldn’t show him more weakness than you already had.
“What about you? What’s your name?” You questioned, as you attempted to sit up as much as you could.
Don’t fold, Y/n. You mentally told yourself as you stared into the man’s eyes. He was unreadable. No hint of even the slightest bit of emotion graced his features. He smirked at you as he pondered the question. You couldn’t tell what was going through his head, but it felt as if he knew everything about you.
“You can call me Ray.” He said after a moment of silence.
“Alright, Ray. What do you want with us?”
“Such an inquisitive little flower.” He laughed. “I simply want to know what the fuck you and your boyfriend were doing in my hospital?” He said, raising his voice a bit.
“We were looking for antibiotics.” You answered simply.
“Antibiotics for who?” He was quick to question.
“For me. I’d gotten bitten by a dog and it became infected. We were trying to stop it from spreading.” You told him.
He tapped his fingers on the desk as he stared into your eyes. Almost as if he was trying to figure out whether you were lying or not.
“I see. Where were you bitten?” He questioned.
“On the side of my torso.” You answered.
“Show me.” He said with a disgusting smirk.
You didn’t miss the way his eyes trailed, taking in as much as he could see from your seated figure. Not only was this guy a maniac, he was also a creep.
“I’d love to, but my hands are tied.” You spoke sarcastically.
“Untie her.” He instructed one of the men who quickly followed his orders.
You held your wrists in front of you. Rotating them a bit to ease the tension that the ties had caused.
“Now, flower. Show me where you were bitten.” He told you, as he stood up.
You exhaled deeply before gently pulling up your shirt, exposing your torso. You slowly peeled back the bandages to show him just how bad the injury had gotten.
“Well, I’ll be damned. You weren’t lying, flower.” He laughed.
You breathed shakily as you covered your wound up and pulled your shirt back down.
“I’ve got another question for you, and don’t you dare lie to me.” He began, pointing at you accusingly. “Are there more of you?” He questioned with raised eyebrows.
“No. It’s just the two of us. We’re alone.”
You weren’t really lying, but there was no way that you were going to tell him that you were part of a group. He didn’t need to know that there were others who cared about you and Yoongi, and that they were probably coming up with a plan on how to find you. If they haven’t already started looking.
“I see. Take her to Carmen. I wanna have a little chat with the other one.” Ray said as he walked towards the door.
“Please, don’t hurt him.” You pleaded, but he didn’t turn around. As he walked back towards the cell, you were being tied up again and led to another room.
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“Carmen!” The man guiding you called out as you stepped into what partially looked like a lab and an examination room of some sorts.
There, stood a young woman with a white coat on. Her brown hair was tied back into a ponytail and she wore wide framed glasses on her face. She turned to face the two of you, a small smile formed once she made eye contact with you.
“Oh, hi!” She greeted cheerfully. “Is this one of our new guests?” She questioned as she made her way over to you.
You snickered a bit at the term “guest”. What kind of hosts beat and restrain their guests while also keeping them locked in a cell with nothing in it? Not even a bed to sleep in.
“Yeah. Ray is talking to the guy. He wanted you to check out her injury.” The man told her.
“Well, I’d be happy to. Come on, have a seat.” She said as she pointed to a white bed.
As you took a seat, you heard Carmen release a loud, somewhat dramatic sigh.
“Jesus Christ, Anthony. You could at least untie her.” She spoke.
You turned to face the man who tied you up, now having a name to put to the disgustingly hideous face.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He said lowly.
“It’s fine. Our new friend won’t try anything. Will you?” She smiled in your direction. You offered an eager nod in response. Wanting to have your wrists freed once more. “See? Untie her.” She instructed, warranting Anthony to do as she said.
“That’s better. Now, leave us.” She said, causing Anthony to raise his eyebrows.
“Patient confidentiality.” She stated matter-of-factly. “Just stand outside the door. I’ll call you if I need you.”
“If you say so.” He sighed.
Once the door was shut, Carmen grabbed a rolling chair and sat in front of you.
“Now, what can I call you?” She asked.
“My name is Y/N.” You answered.
“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I do wish that we could’ve met in different circumstances, but you must forgive Ray for his methods. He does it all to keep us safe.” She tried to explain. Her cheery tone was making you angry.
“He seems like a stand up guy.” You said sarcastically, causing her to laugh animatedly. As nice as she tried to present herself, you could sense that there was something wrong with her. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but you knew to be wary of her.
“Enough jokes. Let’s get you all patched up, yeah? Show me your injury, please.” She said.
You reluctantly lifted up your shirt once again and pulled back your bandage, revealing the infected wound.
“Oh dear, that looks awful. You must be in so much pain.” She said with an attempt at compassion, but it came off back handed.
“I hardly notice it.” You said sarcastically.
“Such a brave girl.” She smiled, making you cringe. “It hasn’t completely closed, which is probably where the infection is coming from. I’ll get you stitched up and cleaned, and we’ll start a round of antibiotics. You’ll be as good as new in no time.” She stated as she stood up and walked over to the rolling tray to start preparing the medical supplies.
You began accessing your surroundings. On a counter across from you, there were various valves filled with a clear liquid and scattered paperwork. Was she a doctor or some sort of scientist? You couldn’t help but notice the scalpel sitting on end of the counter. The thoughts started flooding your head. You quickly looked up at Carmen to ensure that her back was still turned to you. Maybe you could take the scalpel without her noticing. Would it even be worth it? Everyone in this building seems to be armed to a T, and Anthony was standing right outside the door. Your thoughts were interrupted as the sound of Carmen rolling the tray to you began filling the room.
“Alright, dear. Go ahead and lie down for me.” She instructed.
She began cleaning your wound and hummed an unfamiliar tune as she did so. Your mind was racing and you needed answers. You needed to understand who these people were.
“Carmen, can I ask you a question?” You asked in a low tone.
“Of course!” She said cheerfully, still not looking up from your wound.
“We’re in a hospital right?”
“Of course, silly.” She giggled at the question.
“Then why is there a cell in it?”
Your question caused her to freeze. She avoided eye contact with you and cleared her throat before letting out a nervous laugh and directing her attention back to your wound.
“That’s a question for Ray. He knows everything about this place.” She said.
“And you don’t?” You challenged.
“Ray has all the answers. Ray is the answer.” She stated sternly, finally looking up to face you. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rude. Just…talk to Ray.” She continued.
“Okay.” Was all you could mutter.
What the fuck was going on here? Why couldn’t she just answer your question? You wondered whether she’d been in your position. Maybe she’d also been held captive and forced into submission. Although, it didn’t matter if that was the case. You and Yoongi couldn’t be manipulated into obeying someone like Ray. It just wasn’t going to happen.
“Alright, honey. It’s all cleaned. I’m going to go do the stitches now.” Carmen spoke.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any alcohol would you?” You asked, halfway joking.
“Unfortunately not. Ray keeps all the booze hidden in his secret stash.” She sighed. “Just take a deep breath for me. It won’t take long.”
You inhaled deeply and released slowly once you felt the needle press through your skin. The sensitivity of your wound made the process hurt much more than it typically would. There was nothing to numb you. Nothing to ease the pain at all. You were forced to deal with it all the best you could.
After a few minutes, Carmen finished up and was preparing to cover the wound with clean bandages.
“I’ll have Ray send you down here once a day to check on the progress of everything. We’ll start you on antibiotics twice a day. If you feel sick at all let me know.” She said as she handed you a large, white pill and just enough water to swallow it.
“Thank you.” You told her as you took the pill.
“I’ll grab Anthony and have him take you back to your cell. They should feed you soon.” She said as she opened the door to allow Anthony back in.
“All done?” He asked as he walked over to you.
“Yep. I wanna see her once a day, but she should be better in no time.” She smiled.
“Good enough for me. Come on, stand up and put your hands behind your back.” He instructed as if he were a cop of sorts.
As he tied you up, you noticed how quiet Carmen was being. She wasn’t looking at you. Instead, she stared down at her feet.
“I’ll see if Ray wants you to patch up the other one.” Anthony said with a laugh.
“He better be okay or-“ you started but Anthony quickly cut you off.
“Or what, princess? If I were you, I’d tell your boyfriend to behave and stop giving us so much trouble.” He said as he leaned into your back, speaking directly into your ear as he yanked your arms backwards.
“Maybe if you weren’t holding us captive he wouldn’t be giving you trouble.” You sneered causing him to release an annoyed chuckle.
“Things can get much worse for you, princess. Remember that.” He whispered in your ear before pushing you forward. “Let’s go.”
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“I don’t wanna hear a peep out of either of you. Someone will bring you food soon.” Anthony stated as he locked you in the cell, slamming the door behind him.
You quickly made your way over to Yoongi, who was lying on the cold concrete.
“What happened? Are you okay?” You began asking him as you sat on your knees and inspected his face.
“I’m fine. Did they hurt you?” He groaned as he turned to face you.
“No, I’m okay. They took me to see a doctor.” You looked up as you thought about the entire interaction. “Or at least I think she was a doctor. I don’t know. She seemed odd, but she gave me stitches and antibiotics. I’m going to get better, Yoongi.” You whispered as you brought your hand to cup his cheek.
He slowly brought his hand to rest on top of yours and gave you a weak smile.
“You’re going to be okay.” He stated, though it sounded as if he was trying to convince himself rather than you.
“Listen, Yoongi. We’re going to get out of this. There’s something seriously wrong with these people. I have a plan to get us out, but you’ve gotta work with me. You’ve gotta stop fighting them.” You peaked behind your shoulder to ensure that no one was listening to you. Although you spoke low enough for only Yoongi to hear, you still remained cautious.
“Alright.” He whispered. “What’s the plan?”
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“Hey, dogs!” A man’s voice called from outside the cell.
You looked up and were met with another new face. It’s been about an hour since you got back to the cell and you’ve noticed some new guards. You wondered if they worked in shifts, much like your group did.
“Grub.” He said simply as he slid two trays under the cell door.
“Thank you.” You stuttered as you crawled towards the trays.
You glanced over at Yoongi who was still lying on his back on the concrete. His arm was covering his eyes and you were unsure if he was actually asleep or just preventing himself from yelling at anyone else.
“Excuse me, sir?” You called out as the man began walking away. He turned to face you with an irritated look on his face. “Is there any way that he could get some medical attention? I’m worried that he may have a concussion.” You asked him. You didn’t really think that Yoongi had a concussion, but you did want him to see Carmen. Your plan depended on it.
“I’ll talk to Ray about it. Just eat.” He answered nonchalantly as he walked away.
“Yoongi.” You whispered as you pushed the trays towards him.
“Hmm?” He groaned in response.
“They brought us food.” You told him.
He squinted as he removed his arm from his face, sitting up slightly to inspect the trays.
“Are we sure that they’re not just drugging us?” He questioned.
“I don’t know. I am hungry though.” You admitted.
“It looks like cat food.” He laughed dryly as he began poking at the slop in a bowl with his fork.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if it was.” You laughed.
It really did look like cat food with a side of vegetables and water. You felt so weak and hungry that you were willing to eat almost anything at this point. Besides, the two of you would need your strength if you were ever going to get out of this prison.
“Well, it can’t get any worse can it?” Yoongi questioned sarcastically as he sat up and took a bite of the food.
You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, waiting to see what he thought about the pile of slop you’d been given to eat.
“So.” He began speaking with his mouth full. “It’s definitely cat food, but it’s really not that bad.” He continued, causing you to laugh and smack his shoulder. “I’m serious. It tastes like slimy tuna.” He said with wide eyes.
“You’re so stupid.” You smiled as you took a bite to try for yourself. “You’re right though.” You admitted, causing him to laugh with a snort.
The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you ate. You couldn’t help but think about the others. You hoped that they were safe. You looked at your wrist as you thought about Hobi, smiling to yourself as you began playing with the bracelet around it.
“I promise I’ll come back to you.” You whispered to yourself.
“Don’t tell me that you’re already going crazy.” Yoongi said as he finished up the last of his food.
You sighed as you looked up at him, shaking your head slightly as you began poking at whatever was left of your tray.
“No. Not yet at least.” You told him.
“You need to finish your food.” He stated simply.
“I think I’ve had my fix of cat food and canned vegetables for the night.” You sighed. “You can have the rest if you want.”
“Are you sure?” He asked, causing you to nod as you pushed the tray to him.
He quickly finished off your leftovers and returned to his position on the floor. You slid the two trays under the cell door before lying down beside him. The two of you laid there, side by side. Both staring at the ceiling as you thought about the moment that you’d be free.
You felt the tears that you’d been desperately trying to hold back escaping from your eyes. You wiped the stains from your face and sniffled lightly. Squeezing your eyes shut as if to prevent more from escaping.
You could hear a shift in Yoongi’s movements, and you could almost feel his concerned stare. Without words, and without any indication, he slowly interlaced his fingers with yours. As if, without speaking, letting you know that he was there and that everything would be okay. No more words were spoken for the rest of the night. The two of you laid there in silence and Yoongi never removed his gentle hold on your hand. You eventually succumbed to the overwhelming urge to sleep, knowing that any nightmare your brain could come up with would still be better than the reality you’ve found yourself in.
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It was unclear just how long you’d been a hostage to Ray and his minions. You counted each of your visits with Carmen and each of the meals you’d been given. You were at seven now. They fed you once a day, seemingly doing just enough to keep you two alive. You weren’t quite sure what the end goal was for your captors. You still haven’t received confirmation as to what Ray wanted with the two of you. Maybe he wanted more minions. More slaves to serve and protect him while he continued to get drunk in his office. Hidden in the “comfort” of these white walls.
Yoongi was able to meet with Carmen and get his injuries treated. He really only needed to see her once, but she insisted on having daily visits with him as well. What could you say? Carmen was a lonely girl, and she had taken a liking to Yoongi. She didn’t know it, but she was assisting you with your plan.
“Get on their good side.” You recalled the conversation you had with Yoongi.
As for you? Your job was to gain Ray’s trust. It was clear from the get go that you had peaked his interest, and luckily for you, he saw you as his “delicate little flower.” You see, the more time you spent with Ray, the more you began to figure him out. He was a coward, but he’d never admit to it. He needed someone to make him feel strong. Someone to make him feel brave, and most importantly, someone who made him feel needed. Who better to play that role than you?
It turned out that buttering up the big man came with some perks. None of which were particularly ideal, but they were much better than your previous conditions. Now, you had mats to sleep on and a couple of old books to pass the time.
Once you informed Ray that Yoongi wasn’t actually your boyfriend and that you hadn’t even known who he was until a few weeks ago, that’s when you began receiving the “princess” treatment. You, however, wanted to reach “queen” status. You wanted to get the fuck out of this cell.
Originally, he viewed Yoongi as a threat. Someone who would fight him over the girl he wanted, but now, you made him feel like a god. You needed protecting. You needed Ray.
The sound of the cell door opening caused you to sit up from your previous position on the floor. You watched as one of the guards led Yoongi back into the cell. You bit your lip in an attempt to hide your enthusiasm once you saw the smirk that Yoongi gave you.
He did it. You thought. We’re getting out of here.
“Grub’s gonna be a bit late tonight, guys. Ray sends his deepest apologies.” The man said as he shut the door.
“It’s not a problem. Actually, could you tell Ray that I’d like to see him, please?” You asked, putting on the sweetest voice you could muster.
“I’ll see if he’s busy.” He nodded as he walked away.
Once you were sure that the man was far enough, you shuffled over to Yoongi who was now sitting on the other side of the room.
“Did you get it?” You asked him as you fiddled with your thumbs, anxiously awaiting his answer.
“What do you think, flower?” He said with a smug look on his face. Teasing you with the insufferable nickname.
You smacked his shoulder, causing him to laugh as he feigned injury, putting up his hands in defense.
“I swear to god, Yoongi. I’m going to beat your ass if you keep calling me that.” You groaned.
“But you’re just so pretty, I couldn’t help it.” He continued to laugh.
“I’m going to tell Ray to take your mat away.” You joked as you turned to sit shoulder to shoulder with him, backs against the wall.
“Let him. I won’t need it soon anyways.”
“Fair.” You couldn’t argue with his logic. “So, how’d you take it without her knowing?” You questioned, somewhat worried that he might’ve been caught.
You trusted Yoongi with your life, but that didn’t stop the anxiety from brewing within your chest. He was a smart man, but he wasn’t exactly the most subtle of the two of you.
“Let’s just say-“ he began, turning to you with a raised brow. You looked back at him with a confused expression, wishing he’d just give you an answer instead of toying with you, but that’s just who Yoongi was. He was as much of a pain in your ass as you were in his. “My tongue is good for more than just talking.” He continued.
You sat there dumbfounded as you attempted to register the words that just came out of his mouth, your own hanging open. Slowly, disgust took over your features as you processed what he’d said.
“Stop! I don’t want to hear about it.” You said as you scooted your body away from his dramatically. “Good job though, I guess.” You muttered.
“Relax. We just made out.” He groaned as he rolled his eyes. “You really think I would stoop so low?”
“Desperate times call for desperate measures, Yoongi. A caged man will do almost anything for freedom.” You answered.
“I can’t argue with your logic.” He sighed.
Your conversation was cut short as the sound of footsteps approaching echoed through the hallway.
“Ray wants you in his office.” The man from earlier told you, as he opened the cell door.
He led you to Ray’s office, knocking a couple of times before opening the door, informing him of your presence.
“Leave us.” Ray told the man as you sat yourself of the chair across from his desk.
Once the door was closed and the two of you were alone, Ray directed his attention to you. He still looked at you with that nauseating expression. One that showed exactly how he viewed you.
“What did you want to see me for, flower?” He asked you as he rested his hands on the desk.
“I just-“ you began, trying to find the right words to tell him. There wasn’t room to mess up. You needed to tell him exactly what he wanted to hear. “I just wanted to thank you for being so hospitable towards Yoongi and I. I know that we weren’t the easiest to deal with in the beginning, and I apologize for that.” You told him.
“I see. Is that all you wanted to tell me, flower?” He urged you on, his smirk growing wider as his eyes darkened. He was truly the scum of the earth.
You cleared your throat and straightened up in your seat before answering him. Willing yourself to let the words slip past your mouth.
Just be patient. You said to yourself internally. It won’t go that far.
“What I mean is, I want to make it up to you. I want to thank you properly for your kindness.” You told him.
“Well, flower. If that is what you want, then who am I to deny you?” He smirked as he made his way over to you.
You hesitated to stand, and he seemed to notice it as he pulled you up by your arms, guiding you towards him. The words you shared with Yoongi lingered through your mind. You were waiting for this moment. It was now or never. Failure, wasn’t an option. If this didn’t go as planned, you may never make it out of here alive.
10 minutes. You thought. That’s all you have to keep him occupied for.
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Yoongi waited rather impatiently as the armed man led you out of the cell. Your words replayed in his mind as he counted in his head.
“It takes about three minutes to get to Ray’s office.” He remembered what you said to him as he tapped his fingers against the cold concrete.
He kept his eyes on the man who stood on guard now. When you first got here, there were always two guards on duty. One for the each of you. With the new found “trust” they had in the two of you, they only sent one guard to oversee you. You’d memorized the shift schedules, and knew that the guard who’d be working at this time was one who wasn’t very good at his job.
The man had his back to Yoongi as he leaned against the cell door, whistling to himself. Once Yoongi counted to 180, the tapping of his fingers stopped. It was time.
He was cautious not to make any noise as he stood up, creeping his way over to the unsuspecting guard. He held his breath as he slowly removed the tool he’d stolen from Carmen. A scalpel. You’d urged him to challenge Carmen’s beliefs in an attempt to figure out whether she was actually with them or not, but to your dismay, she was as in deep with the rest of them. Had she not been so brainwashed, the two of you would’ve saved her, but she was too far gone.
Yoongi firmly gripped the scalpel within his hand, slipping his hand through the bars of the cell and sliding the blade across the man’s throat without a second thought.
As the man fell to the ground, his hands wrapped around his neck in an attempt to stop the blood from spewing from his throat. The sound of gurgling filled the room as the man choked on his own blood. Yoongi stared down at him, unfazed as the life drained from the man’s body. Only for a moment, he considered apologizing to him. Letting him know that it wasn’t personal, but that would be a lie. In that moment, something shifted inside of Yoongi. This was personal, and everyone in this hospital would pay for what they did to him and his friend. He would kill each and every one of them.
Once the man stopped moving, Yoongi quickly searched his pockets, removing the cell door keys and making his way out. He grabbed the machine gun from around the man’s corpse and placed it over his shoulder. There was no time to waste, he needed to get to you.
He snuck down the hallway, looking around each of the corners before he continued moving. As much as he wanted to be trigger happy, he needed to be patient. He couldn’t expose his cover. Your instructions played within his mind as he continued his journey.
“At the end of the hallway, make a right.” You said, and so he did. Quickly making his way to the end.
“Continue straight until you reach the stairwell on the left.” You continued, and he did as he was told. With urgently quiet steps, Yoongi was getting closer to you.
“Travel up the staircase until you reach the first floor, but be careful. There’s a guard to the left.” You cautioned. “He wears headphones. You could either sneak past him or take him out. It’s your call.”
Yoongi slowly opened the door, keeping his movements as minimal as possible as he once again graced his scalpel across the guards throat.
“Don’t go for the head.” You told him. “Let them turn.” Your plan was coming together with the information that Carmen had so stupidly revealed to Yoongi.
Zombies weren’t an accident. The government had employed some of the best scientists in the country to create the virus to be used as a weapon in war. It wasn’t their intention for it to be exposed to the public, but with flawed individuals working on something so dangerous, mistakes were bound to happen. Somehow, the virus was exposed to the water, and in seemingly no time it spread across the entire world.
You didn’t need to be bitten to contract the virus. You already had it. Everyone did, and as soon as you died, you would turn into a zombie. This is why you didn’t want him to destroy the brain. You wanted everyone to turn and assist you in obtaining your freedom.
“Once you’re past the guard, take a right down the hallway and then a left at the end of the corridor. There will be a guard right outside of Ray’s office. Get rid of him.” You told him.
As Yoongi peeked around the corner at the guard who stood in between him and you, he inhaled deeply before whistling to catch the guards attention. Once the man was around the corner, Yoongi quickly hit him in the head with the back of the gun, rendering him unconscious. Wasting no time, he slit the man’s throat and grabbed his gun before heading to the door.
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You swallowed deeply as Ray kissed your neck, moaning against your skin as he picked up his pace. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you sat on his desk, your eyes glued to the door.
“I need you.” He groaned as he bit harshly against your skin, causing you to wince.
“Not yet. Kiss me.” You told him as you pressed your lips to his, allowing him enough space to connect his tongue with yours.
You closed your eyes tightly as you pushed away any doubt in your mind about Yoongi’s safety. He’ll be here soon. He’s okay.
You were so focused on keeping yourself calm, and keeping Ray busy, that you hadn’t realized Yoongi sneak into the room. His eyes burning with rage. It wasn’t until Ray pulled away and looked at you with wide eyes that you realized what happened. Yoongi had the gun pressed against his head.
“Get away from her now.” He seethed.
Ray backed away from you with his hands raised in defense. A disbelieving smirk plastered on his face.
“Well I’ll be damned, Y/N.” He spoke. “I was wrong about you. You’re not a delicate little flower at all. Are you? You’re a poisonous thorn.”
“Get down on the ground.” Yoongi instructed him, pushing him to his knees.
You quickly hopped off the desk and made your way over to Yoongi.
“Take this.” He told you as he handed you the gun around his shoulder, never removing his own from the back of Ray’s head.
“You can’t possibly believe that you’ll get away with this.” Ray spoke.
“We already are.” You answered, now pointing your own gun at him.
“You ungrateful fucks! I took care of you. I fed you and gave you a place to sleep.” He yelled angrily. “And you, flower. You would be dead if it wasn’t for my help.” He seethed.
“Tie him up, Yoongi.” You said.
The two of you had decided that Ray’s fate would lie in your hands. You would get to decide what happened to him.
Yoongi quickly tied his wrists to the desk and forced his ankles together, ensuring that he couldn’t escape.
“Did you do what I told you to do?” You asked him as you began walking behind the desk.
“Yep. Our guest of honor should be waking up at any moment.” He smirked.
“Good.” You simply answered as you searched through the drawers. Letting out a sigh of relief as you found a couple black markers and sticky notes.
“What’s that for?” Yoongi questioned.
“Hope.” You told him. Still not wanting to give too much away about your friends. Although, it didn’t matter. Ray would be dead soon anyways.
The room went quiet as a loud groan rang through the hallway, signaling that the guard had finally turned.
“It seems like someone woke up.” Yoongi said as the two of you hid behind the door, opening it so that the first thing the guard would see is Ray.
“What the fuck are you doing? You can’t just leave me here!” He yelled as he attempted to free himself.
As the zombie walked in, Ray panicked and began pleading for his life. It didn’t matter to you though. You wanted him to feel the same fear you had felt. You wanted him to feel how he had made you feel so many times. Restrained and exposed. Once the zombie was close enough to Ray, the two of you snuck out and closed the door behind you. Shortly, the only sounds that you could hear were Ray’s painful screams as the zombie tore him apart and consumed him.
His pleas were soon replaced by the sound of a loud alarm ringing through the building.
“Warning, code red.” The robotic voice repeated over the speakers, indicating that zombies were spotted in the building.
“Fuck! We’ve gotta move!” Yoongi yelled over the alarm as he took ahold of your arm and guided you.
The sound of footsteps heading in your direction willed Yoongi to pull you away from your position. Now headed in the opposite direction of Ray’s office. The footsteps were soon replaced with gun shots as they entered his office. Finding the gruesome scene that you’d left for them.
Screams began filling either side of the hallway. It seemed as if the zombies were becoming the majority much sooner than expected.
“Are you ready?” Yoongi asked you. You were going to have to shoot your way out of this.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” You told him. With a nod, the two of you began running towards freedom.
The sounds of gunfire filled the building as you both took out guards and zombies alike. You made your way to the corridor, heading down a different stairwell from the one that led to Ray’s office. Once you made it to the first floor, you followed the signs that pointed out the exit.
“Stop right there!” An angry voice called out to you. You recognized it almost instantly.
“We’re leaving, Carmen.” You yelled back. She was blocking your exit. She pointed a gun at you. Her shaky hands were a clear indication that she didn’t know how to use it. Insecurity clouding each of her features.
“I’ll fucking kill you!” She screamed as tears began falling from her eyes.
“Carmen, please. We don’t want to hurt you. We just want to leave.” Yoongi tried to reason.
“You ruined everything! You have no idea what you’ve just done!” She screamed even louder, her demeanor falling more and more apart with each passing second.
“Just put the gun down.” Yoongi continued, attempting to walk towards her.
“Stop it!” She screamed one last time before pulling the trigger.
Had her hands not been so unsteady, she would’ve hit Yoongi. Had she known how to shoot a gun, she would’ve pierced him directly on his forehead. Had your reflexes betrayed you, she would still be alive.
Yoongi ducked down as the bullet flew past him, landing in the wall. Without any hesitation, you aimed your gun and fired, hitting her in the head. Her body swayed for just a moment, before falling face down on the floor. Had you allowed yourself, you probably would’ve felt an ounce of regret. You never intended on ending her life, but she left you no choice. You didn’t even want to think about how many people you and Yoongi had killed today.
“We’ve gotta go!” He called to you.
As fast as your feet could carry you, the two of you ran through the exit. The sunlight hit you directly in the eyes, causing you to squint. It seemed like so long since you’ve felt the burning touch of her rays, and even longer since you’ve gotten to breathe the fresh air.
The two of you ran through the woods, putting any zombie who approached you to rest. You ran until the sound of the alarm faded, letting you know that you made it. You were truly free.
As you fell to the rough ground on your knees, doing your best to catch your breath, you allowed everything that you’d been holding onto escape as the tears fell relentlessly from your eyes. You sobbed harder than you ever have before.
The sound of Yoongi falling to his knees beside of you, and the way his chest shook as he wrapped his arms tightly around you let you know that he too was letting go of everything he held onto.
The two of you held each other close, crying in each other’s arms as you felt as if a weight lifted off of your shoulders. You were free, but you still had to find your way home.
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