A Dead Society
All are equal when a world has ended.
Society destroyed, everyone just fighting to survive. There are no rich, no poor. No privileged, no underprivileged. There are only the survivors, and the dead.
A disease ran through Japan, taking the country off guard. There were more and more reports of "outbreaks" in certain cities. Somewhat normal life managed to survive for a day from patient zero, until everything stopped. People were dying in the streets, crowded areas became war zones, and the people safest turned out to be the people out in the country.
No one believed them when they ran from towns ranting about zombies in the cities, but when the hoards caught up to them. There was no denying it.
Our favourite host club remain divided throughout Japan. Their only goal is to meet up with each other, maybe then they could figure out a survival plan.
Haruhi cowered in her home, the storm overhead wasn't the only thing worrying her however. The old television set was turned onto the news station, and what was on it chilled Haruhi to the bones.
"...Officials have still not yet informed us of the identity of the disease, but all citizens have been advised to keep inside of your homes. It is also advised, to try and block all openings as it is not yet been verified if the disease is airborne or not." The woman was cut off by a screaming, before panic set upon her face. She stood up from her chair, throwing it backwards just as a figure leaped in front of the camera, charging straight for her. Her screams weren't cut off, they only increased in volume as the microphone that was pinned to her jacket remained still connected.
Haruhi reached over to the remote and switched it off with a shaky hand.
What was happening in Japan? Where was her father? Will he be safe? What's happening outside of Japan? How many people are dead already? All these questions ran through Haruhi's mind, terrifying herself more and more. She could hardly contain her fear, she wrapped herself deeper in the covers she was wearing. Her eyes bolted over to the door briefly to check she was safe. Yes, the chain was on and the lock was definitely locked. She had also put a couple of towels near the bottom of the door just incase the disease was airborne.
One question rang out in her mind most of all, however.
What was happening to the other members of the Host Club?
It had been 32 hours since all usual activity had died, and Hikaru, Kaoru and Tamaki had all been hiding in the twins' parent's summer home. They stayed there with one of their maids and a cook that had been employed there. They had enough food to last them a couple of weeks, until they had to venture out and find some. Their parents had also rushed home upon hearing the devastating news.
Hikaru hit the sofa he was sat on in slight anger. "Damn it, we should have gone out when the first signs were around."
"No Kaoru. I think we did the best thing. Everyone would have been panicking, and it would have been harder. It would also have proved to be more dangerous. People are more than violent when they are scared for their lives." Yuzuha said, logically. She was sat down on another sofa, on the opposite side of the room. She had been stitching together the same dress for a day, stitching it and unstitching it. Hikaru assumed it was something that helped her deal with the fact it was real.
"Um, everyone. Akihito said that soup's ready." Chiemi said slightly awkwardly. She was the maid who was previously employed by the Hitachiins. Since the end of society, Yuzuha told Chiemi that she could talk to us like people. That she was no longer employed by the Hitachiin family, and could take refuge with them. Chiemi was definitely not used to it, and was still adjusting but Hikaru was starting to get a bit annoyed. She would have to get used to it quick because he wasn't that sure exactly how long they were going to be trapped in the same house.
"Alright, thanks Chiemi." Daichi Hitachiin smiled at the young woman. "We'll be there in a moment." He said, standing up. Yuzuha sighed and placed the dress to one side.
"I suppose I could take a break." She sighed once again before following her husband.
Kaoru stood up to leave but once he realised that his brother was not following he stopped to ask. "Hikaru?"
"Yeah, Kaoru. I'm not really hungry. I've got a few things on my mind." Hikaru muttered, as he looked out the boarded up window.
Kaoru paused for a moment, knowing full well what his brother was thinking about. "You're worrying about the other host club members aren't you?"
Hikaru sighed deeply before pushing himself to face his twin. "How can I not? We're lucky that Boss came here to make sure Haruhi wasn't with us, so we don't have to worry about all of them. But Kyoya is sick and is in one of his families homes," in truth, they had no idea where he was. "Honey and Mori were North-East in some Martial Arts tournament and Haruhi's in the heart of it all back in Tokyo. We're all separated and its' going to take forever to get back together. But we're not going to get anywhere if we're just going to sit here and eat bland as hell soup and watch mom stitch the same dress over and over again." Hikaru ranted, the faces of his friends ran through his mind endlessly. He would never really admit it aloud before the end of the world, but he was worried about them. His friends meant a whole lot to Hikaru, almost as much as Kaoru did. So if something happened to one of them whilst they were separated, he would never forgive himself.
Kaoru sighed also. He knew what Hikaru was talking about, it was all he could think of as well. But he didn't know what to do or what he should do about it. Should he take Hikaru and Tamaki before sneaking away from his family? Should he go alone to find the others? Should he just stay where he is in the hopes that the others would come to them? There was just too many solutions and too many ways things could go wrong.
"I know, Hikaru. But we can't just sit down and think all the time. You'll drive yourself crazy. C'mon, let's go get Tamaki from upstairs. He might be rummaging through your stuff." Kaoru chuckled slightly.
There was a pause before Hikaru was on his feet. "That moron better not be!" He grumbled before heading upstairs to where he knew the blond idiot could be found.
Takashi, also known as Mori, currently had his back to a door, desperately trying to hold it closed. His bare feet were scraping against the floor painfully, but he didn't say anything. The man and woman at his side showing the same amount of effort. Mitsukuni, also known as Honey, was helping people out of a small window of a first floor bathroom.
When they had come, the toddlers had been doing their form and were being graded by the judges. They were having the tournament inside due to a thunderstorm. The thunder rumbled, practically shaking the entire building.
Unfortunately, the sound blocked out the moans, and when they noticed what was happening, it was too late. Two zombies had already gotten in. One was feasting on a mother that had been recording her daughter performing, her camera still in her hand, the other was running right at Honey!
Mori, ever protective of Honey, stepped in front of him, ready to protect Him. The man did not seem fazed by Mori, instead, directed his attention to him.
When the crazy man was to close for comfort, Mori swept the man off his feet. He landed, an awful sound of a bone breaking. When the man still persisted, trying to get up so Mori put his foot on the mans chest enough to keep him in place. The man's arms clawed at Mori's uniform of his dojo and Mori stared into his lifeless eyes. What...? He silently questioned, knitting his eyebrows together.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Four gunshots rang in the room.
One through the man's head that Mori was holding through the other man that was feasting on the mother, the first one missing. One through the mother's head, the cries of her child getting louder and louder.
Everyone was speechless.
"Don't just stand there, move! Into the bathrooms!"
Kyoya slowly awoke, coughing as he did so. He grabbed his glasses from his end table. When was someone going to get the damn antibiotics for this flu? He was getting tired of being sick. His family was apart of successful medical group for christ's sake! A maid walked with a bright smile on her face.
"Good morning! I have your breakfast Master Kyoya!" She said brightly, putting down the breakfast tray. "Would you like anything else?"
The shadow king slightly smiled, but it was gone in a second, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Thank you, Aki. Did you finally get medicine? Oh, and can I have the TV remote?"
"Oh! I almost forgot! I'll go get the medicine and a spoon! And heres the TV remote," she said, holding out the remote.
Grabbing the remote he switched the TV on, the maid hurrying out of the room. He put on the news channel.
"...doors locked. Don't let anyone in your house. Let's just try and ride this thing out and hope help arrives soon. Message repeats. Hello. If you haven't noticed, we are at the beginning of an apocalypse," The maid came in just at that second.
"Apocalypse…?" He heard her mutter under her breath as she gave him a container of pink liquid and a spoon. "You need two spoonfuls," she was about to say more, but, Kyoya held up a finger, turning his attention to the TV.
"...it all started when a man was bitten by a homeless man in central Japan, witnesses say the man looked to be having a seizure, before got back up again and him and the homeless man started attacking people around them. Even the military was no match for these creatures, sadly," they both just stared open mouthed at the TV screen. "Remember to keep your doors locked. Don't let anyone in your house. Let's just try and ride this thing out and hope help arrives soon. Message repeats. Hello. If you haven't...,"
"Uhh...," Aki was rendered speechless, so was Kyoya. He took the medicine quickly, pushed the food aside, and started to get up, but almost fell over. "Oh! Don't move too much, just get back in bed, you're still sick. I'm sure your father and or the police are coming to get you," she said, as she tried to give a reassuring smile.
"It's not me I'm worrying about..," Kyoya mumbled, reluctantly getting back into bed, dizziness fading.
I hope you liked it! It's my first Ouran story. By the way, Aki is just a random maid character. If you're wondering what kind of zombies these are, just watch 'World War Z'. Favorite, follow, and review!
