Hey everybody this is Saji Uchimie Here I am so glad to publish this for you it was just a random story idea I had pop into my head. Hope you enjoy.
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It's hard to believe once the sky was blue, now it is but a sky of brown. The earth is quiet except for the occasional gun shot from a survivor. They are few and far between, it is a fight to survive everyday. Many did not make it past day one, I am one of the select few that have adapted in a short amount of time. Time, it is something we now have to guess at, the day of the week impossible to know. We measure seasons by the amount of daylight because, the darkness holds our deaths we must know when to hide. The bigger cities went down fast all the people together were easy prey. Once one was bitten they all went down in succession. I try to stay away from the bigger cities too many places for them to hide but they also tend to have the best loot. I will only go if I am in dire need of supplies. I do not let that happen, rarely do i ever eat a full meal and rarely do I sleep. In this world you keep moving or you die.
I have seen people killed before my very eyes. I have watched as they were held down and their throats ripped open blood spilling onto the ground below them. Horror seeping into their facial expressions, they would beg for help. I don't flinch anymore when I end their lives and kill the devils that feast upon them. I save them by killing them one less to kill later the more I kill now the less that populate the earth and I can survive another day. I haven't ran across any survivors as of recent that is good yet it is bad. Good because all the towns I have visited are filled with loot, bad because the less people the more creatures.
Hundreds were evacuated within days only able to leave after a very thorough check and a deep clean of their bodies and possessions. Most of the people evacuated were the high priority families. Military, and the president, those important to society and our way of life. Other countries opened their doors to us. Only Japan was affected, the people with the greatest abilities of all the countries gone in mere hours. Now it is but a wasteland buildings lay crumbling and windows that were once shined upon by the sun, broken into nothing but dust. The sound of crunching permeates the air when you walk through the city streets. Your shoes covered in the superheated sand that is glass.
I am a survivor I travel by night and day sleeping only for a few minutes so as not to be caught unaware. On me I carry a military backpack it is filled with necessary supplies and nothing extra the less to weigh me down. My weapons of choice a silenced rifle also a customized fast action pistol with a silencer attached. I also carry my beloved katana it can behead those damned zombies in one swipe. I try not to have to get close enough to one that I would need to use my katana. Silence is the key to killing them, they are attracted to noise make less noise, less chance you will be killed.
I have been wandering the landscape of tokyo for a long time the number of days have escaped me, the days seem to blend into one another creating an endless day. I rarely feel the cold anymore after one winter you learn not to let it get to you. If you do you are bound to die cold and alone wishing for the warmth from a fire. Fire, I haven't had one in weeks all my meals have been cold precooked food. A fire out here is dangerous it can attract creatures that you don't want. Being a little bit cold is better than being dead.
My name is Sakura Haruno, I am 18 years of age, I have pink hair and green eyes. I am a survivor in a place where death is prevalent. Everyday is a struggle to live what keeps me going is knowing that somewhere out there my family is alive and they are waiting for me. Two days ago I arrived at the outskirts of Tokyo. I have been sitting bidding my time, the town is silent it has been since I arrived. Silence is good but it is also the scariest thing in this world. No birds, no wind, no animals of any kind it is silence but it is the bad kind of silence a silence that holds the tension of an upcoming death. I have watched for movement for hours, I have seen nothing. Usually I would continue on and not even bother with entering the city. Yet, I have made a grave error my supplies are dangerously low and I am in need of food and water, my last bottle lay half empty in my bag. I know I must enter the city it is a matter of life and death.