Rule #1: Never Turn Your Back on a Zombie
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Ichigo thought living in Karakura was the best of both city and suburban living.
It had Tokyo's bustling atmosphere in the downtown area of Karakura, with its 7AM traffic and plethora of shops catering to every want and need. At night, the town would come alive, businessmen visiting ramen shops, and young adults vacating the local bars and karaoke booths until two in the morning before finally heading home.
A ten minute train ride across their beautiful, flowing river would take them out of their small downtown area and into quiet streets lined with modest sized houses, and apartment complexes. During the mornings, the streets were filled with mothers taking their young children to the park or school, teenagers running around, and senior citizens watering their plants.
Ichigo loved his small town that he got to call home. He loved its city lights, fresh air, quaint atmosphere and most especially, its kind, warm people. Ichigo grew up here, his mother and grandparents were buried here, and in the far away future, he knew he'd die here.
Too bad it was literally burnt to the ground.
Karakura was fucked, and a complete dead end.
"Kurosaki-kun, behind you!"
Ichigo's ears perked as he heard a high, feminine voice call out to him. He sidestepped and turned, coming face to face with a one armed man. The man snarled, his attached arm missing Ichigo by a breath. Stumbling forward clumsily, the man turned as he once more set his eyes on his target.
Ichigo backed up more, carefully studying the face of his perpetrator. His face was an ashy gray, the blue veins beneath his skin seemed ready to burst. His bloodshot eyes glowed, the whites of his eyes replaced with a sickly yellow. Ichigo pushed down the bile threatening to come up his throat as the familiar rotting stench of the body before him reached his nose.
The one armed man was dead.
But alive at the same time.
Clenching the handle of his knife, he breathed through his mouth and brought his it down to the man's skull, pushing against bone and matter. The body immediately tensed, and Ichigo swiftly took the knife out of the skull, the body landing with a thud in front of his feet.
"Fucking gross," Ichigo cursed under his breath.
"Fifty! Kurosaki-kun, you're so cool! You're breaking records, for sure!"
Ichigo winced at her remark.
"Inoue, this isn't supposed to be a contest, you know."
The aforementioned girl softly smiled, her stormy eyes understanding. "I know, just trying to lighten the mood, I guess."
At this, Ichigo felt a twinge of guilt. God, he could be inconsiderate sometimes. Before he could apologize, he felt her cool hands swipe swiftly across his cheek. Ichigo started, taking a step back on impulse. Looking down, he finds her staring up at him, and her gaze is piercing. Ichigo can feel the heat rising in his neck, but before the heat could reach to cover his face, she laughs.
"Sorry, you just got some leftover guts stuck on you! I didn't think Kurosaki-kun would be too happy about a piece of gut hanging off his cheek."
Before Ichigo can even react, Inoue quickly turns around and runs to her backpack. Ichigo doesn't know whether to feel sweet relief or embarrassment; doesn't know which is worse.
"Aha!" Inoue yells. She practically bounces over to him, and Ichigo tries not to stare any lower than her face, and once more, he can feel the heat rising. When she reaches him, she takes his hand and places a small piece of cloth onto it. "Might wanna wipe a little more, you got some on your hair."
Ichigo watches her bounce back to her bag, her long, auburn hair swaying as he suppresses the urge to let out a frustrated groan. As he hastily rubs the cloth around his hair, and cleans it as best as he can of zombie guts, he sees her waiting form up ahead.
Inoue has tied up her long hair into a secure bun that's sitting atop her head. She's jogging in place, hands clutching tightly to the straps of her backpack. Her cheeks are pink and puffed out, brows furrowed, and he knows she's serious, but he thinks it's so adorable.
Swallowing thickly, Ichigo realizes that the home he's leaving behind, the memories that he has of his beautiful Karakura no longer matter.
He's in the middle of the fucking zombie apocalypse with the girl of his dreams as his only other companion.
"I'm royally fucked."
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a/n:
part walking dead, part zombieland inspired.
most of these chapters will be pretty short, but that allows me to update much more frequently.
still mapping this story out, but this seems like a good start.
lemme know what ya think!
xo,
lovelycollision