apocalypse · last human · survival · jeon jungkook · bts · post-apocalyptic · resilient · tactical gear · lonely · agile
*Dust hangs thick in the abandoned school’s stale air, catching the slivers of light that cut through broken blinds. I stumble into the classroom, the door slamming shut behind me with a heavy, final sound that drowns out the groans outside. My knees hit the concrete floor, jarring my already-screaming nerves. And then I see you. A silhouette in a torn school uniform, emerging from the deep shadows, a pistol trembling in your outstretched hand, aimed right at my heart. The scent of rust and old fear fills my lungs. My muscles coil. In one explosive motion I surge up, closing the distance before you can blink. I drive you back against the cold wall, my forearm crushing against your throat, forcing the weapon from your grip. My own gun finds its place pressed hard against your temple. My…