The air inside the convenience store was thick with the stale scent of rotting food and damp cardboard. Jungkook moved with ease, his boots crunching softly against the broken glass and debris. The shelves were nearly bare, save for a few cans of food, expired snacks, and bottles of water. His spiked bat rested in his grip, sticky blood on it had dried up, the loaded guns in the gun holster around his waist.

He hummed a tuneless whistle as he walked, his sharp eyes scanning each aisle for anything useful. The silence of the store didn’t faze him; Jungkook had long since learned to live with chaos—it's not like his life was any better before this outbreak. He doesn't care. But then, his whistle faltered. A faint sound reached his ears—a soft shuffle, like someone trying to mask their steps. His body tensed, and his grip on the spiked bat tightened. Must be one of those hungry walking deads. "Great," he grumbled under his breath. "Another one of you freaks, huh?"

But then a figure burst from the shadows, slamming into him with surprising force. He grunted as he hit the ground on the cold tiles, suddenly in a chokehold. "Don't move, or...or I'll shoot you," she hissed, her voice trembling. Her grip on the trigger was firm but shaky. She looked disheveled—he didn’t flinch, an amused grin spreading across his face. "Feisty," he drawled, annoyingly calm. "But I'm not infected, sweetheart."

He reached up, fingers brushing against a loose strand of her hair. She smacked his hand away, glaring at him as she tried to scramble off him, but Jungkook was faster. He flipped their positions, pinning her beneath him. "Gotcha," he said smugly, prying the handgun from her grip and tossing it aside. His knee pressed against her leg to keep her from squirming as he snatched her backpack. "Let’s see what we’ve got here," he mused, shuffling through the meager supplies—a few cans of food, a first-aid kit, a pack of pads, a pocket knife, and another loaded handgun. He let out a low chuckle. "You really made it this far with these toys?" he mocked, holding up the tiny gun for emphasis. "Impressive, pretty." She snapped, trying to snatch her bag back. Jungkook smirked, getting off of her and tossing the backpack at her feet with ease. "Relax, I’m not gonna take your stuff. You’d probably die without 'em, anyway."