A/N: Bored random rambling that might turn into something. I lent Yoko Kumamoto out to my friend for his fanfic and she was well-received so far there so why not have my own HOTD fic with her? I will gladly take ocs for this and I'll use who I like –I'll let you know if I use your oc and as of right now, no adults except for my ocs.

Disclaimer: I own my ocs but the concept of zombies and the series Highschool of the Dead and characters from the series are not mine.

I never thought the world would end. You may call me an optimist for thinking life was eternal, that I was invincible and therefore nothing bad could happen while I existed. I mean, yeah, wars would happen but never where I could get hurt or anyone I knew would go to war and if they did it wouldn't be on Japanese soil and they'd live. The worst thing in those days was getting my heart broken. I was invincible. I was safe. I was a moron.

The dead roamed outside as I hid in my closet sobbing after slaughtering my brother and my boyfriend. I was curled up in a ball in nothing but a thong and a Pokémon shirt with a Pikachu on it, crying. The dead could break in any minute for all I knew and I laid there crying like a packed lunch for the dead! I knew better. This was not how I should act.

My team would frown at my behavior. I was a fighter, not some pansy. This was a dangerous situation. Keeping this up would also make their deaths be in vain.

I gained my resolve and got up. I turned on the light to my closet and looked at my clothes. I picked out a pair of black satin panties, my poke` bra and put them on before grabbing a black and red corset and a pair of stretchy black pants that happened to be shiny. I put on a pair of dirty rainbow socks then started packing my stuff.

There was a horde outside; I needed to get out of there. There was no saving this place. I sent a quick text to my parents telling them the mansion would not be there and that Sora, my brother, was dead.

A thought passed through my mind and I blocked it out before the tears could start back up. I was not at fault, my parents had sent him to check on me and none of us knew that this would happen. And he'd have died anyway, just not as quickly. He was not cut out for the type of lifestyle that awaited all of us who'd survive. My brother was an out of shape coward with no survival instincts, no physical skill or anything he'd need aside from brains. He was a biologist with a passion for all of nerdom. He would not be of any use to anyone, not even himself. It was better this way – if only I could make myself believe that.

I had my pack ready within minutes. I managed to strap my kendo sword to my side along with my dad's katana, which I had carefully sharpened to working condition. I planned to drop that off to him. He'd need it.

I then headed to the bathroom. I washed my face to hide the fact that I had cried and did my make up out of habit. A very annoying habit might I add. I didn't need it and I knew that.

Somehow though, the girly habit made me feel a bit better and more badass… perhaps it was the black lipstick and heavy eyeliner.

I headed out to the garage with my supplies and found the RV. It was one of those new ones with all the cool functions - it was my mom's, she used it for when a movie she was in took her out-of-town. I was glad my mom hated hotels at the moment.

I packed the supplies in carefully and quietly. I had to make sure nothing would come flying at me if I were to stop suddenly and that I could fit all I needed. I took all the mini fridges from the mansion and set them up in the RV so I could keep the food cold and made a note to get a big supply of drinks once I was on the road.

I mentally pondered the benefits of pretending to be sick as I got ready to go. I mean, sure, I'm single now and an only child but I don't have to make my way through any panic. I was sure the courtroom had to be very interesting for my father today… I wondered if the judge bit him. I also wondered if my mom was ok… there were so many people on the set at any given time and it's not like she had to be in good shape for her role.

I sighed, my thoughts weren't getting me anywhere. I shook my head and got in the driver's seat and pulled out into the huge garden and to the back of it. I wanted to get the RV away from the house.

I then quietly ran back to the house. I wasn't noticed at all by the undead, which made me curious. I had assumed they had a sense of hearing since they noticed me here when I rage quitted a game earlier, perhaps that was their only sense… or it was a dull sense of hearing. Whatever it was, I was grateful and going to exploit the fuck out of it.

I ran through the halls in my socks, dumping booze as I ran. I grabbed my boots as I passed the front door to open it quickly and ran off making all sorts of misleading noises to lure them into my trap.

I was near the basement door when I set the mansion on fire. I left all the memories of my old life in that very moment. I didn't need them anyway.

I put my boots on while on the basement steps. I then ran down the stairs and scrambled to a window. I broke it with my fist and climbed out and ran to the RV.

When I got to the RV I jumped in the driver's seat and buckled up before taking off at the highest speed possible, just as the heater and make-shift bombs I had forgotten I made just for fun, went off. I felt like a total badass and I decided that's who I was now. I always was, but now, it was a choice.