Author's Note

yesh... another zombie fic... gotta love killing them :O

yoo this is a 100X69... gotta know what that means too... but ehh if you read... you'll find out XD


Apocalypse

The quivering of those lips, the quiet sobs escaping his throat, the blurry vision filling those eyes and finally the blood stains on his shirt, face, weapons, practically everywhere reminded him that he was alone….


Nationwide emergency alarms that had once so loudly played were gone. A wave of eerie silence filled the air that once was filled with panic and screams. The occasional scream or groan at times pierced through the night. It was in the midst of chaos and havoc that the lone instinct to survive drove the actions of what once use to be human beings.

The distinction is no longer clear.

To survive, to survive, to survive is the phrase repeated.

At all costs is the part left unsaid

A pair of heterochromatic eyes opened themselves slowly and reluctantly. It was bright, and the mismatched orbs squinted in an attempt to adjust to be abrupt change of light. Brows furrowed themselves in utter frustration as the boy recalled the events of a few hours ago.

He was in his house when the alarms had sounded. He was blessed to have abnormal parents that collected the finest katanas and weapons of destruction. He was fortunate in that he was preparing for a trip out of the country and didn't go to school on that day. He was lucky that he was still alive, yet he was unlucky in that he did not die with those who he cared about. He was cursed with the gift of life and survival. He was unfortunate in that he had not only witnessed but killed his best friends just a few hours ago.

Upon hearing the alarm, a pair of curious eyes lifted themselves from the suitcase and directed their attention on to the large TV screen. "What?" a bare whisper escaped from his lips as the teen stared dumbfounded at the screen of moving images.

Fucking zombies

"No fucking way" he mumbled ago as a clip clearly showing a deformed ex-human taking a rather large chunk out of the unfortunate neck of its victim. Without a second's hesitation, the bluenette grabbed his cell phone and dialed the number f his best friend, Tsuna.

"Hello?" upon hearing the familiar voice, the teen sighed in relief.

"Hey, Tsuna, I'm here home, watching the news and like they're talking about some zombie outbreak…"

"Mukuro, don't kid around like that. Anyways, my lunch is about to end-"

"No, I'm serious just listen!" the bluenette held up the phone and turned up the volume of the TV.

ALL CITIZENS PLEASE LOCK ALL DOORS AND REINFORCE ALL WINDOWS, THERE HAD BEEN AN UNFORTUNATE LEAK IN THE BIOTECHNOLOGY DEPARTMENT OF SCIENCE. DO NOT OPEN ANY DOORS OR WINDOWS FOR ANYONE. BEWARE OF BITTEN INDIVIDUALS; THE VIRUS CAUSES AN UNEXPLAINABLE URGE TO EAT HUMAN FLESH AFER KILLING ITS HOST. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO STOCKPILE SUPPLIES. PLEASE TAKE REFUGEE IN YOUR NEAREST AND MOST SECURE CHAMBER.

"see?" when the teen receive no response from his cell. He shouted into the speaker in confusion. "HELLO? TSUNA ARE YOU THERE?"

It was then that he heard a blood curdling scream, it wasn't from his house of his surroundings but rather it came from his phone. "TSUNA!" he shouted desperation.

"Mukuro-kun, please just save yourself" his friend pleaded, as if he had known that the bluenette would attempt to return to the school and attempt to save those whom he knew.

"No…" the teen whispered, lips quivering slightly. His fist tightened around the metallic object. He bolted upstairs to grab his charger, some water and a blanket and stuffed it into a backpack. The bluenette then ran into the offices of his father where the collection of weapons laid. Without much thought he grabbed two best katanas displayed on the wall. Supposedly these were made hundreds of years ago, forged by the ancient method that had first made the sword famous. Before leaving the room, the teen grabbed a sword holder and strapped it to his back, placing his sheaths into a pocket of his backpack; he took a moment to admire the two shining swords. They were monsters capable of slicing through just about anything, now they were unleashed. "Damn…" the boy whispered to himself as he adjusted to the weight of the metal blades. Taking a last glance around, the boy took definite steps towards a more unconventional type of weapon. A trident.

It had raised curiosity in the boy ever since his father first purchased it. The weapon was special; supposedly it had belonged to nobility, designed with the utmost utility in mind. The head was made to be detachable, while the staff conveniently folded into thirds. Mismatched eyes practically glowed as he took in the beauty of the blade. Promptly, he opened his backpack and stuffed the two parts into an outer pocket. The teen also took the time to grab a small picture off of the desk of his father. It was a keepsake. Hopefully, it would keep him sane.

Rushing downstairs, Mukuro grabbed a few protein bars and nonperishable foods and placed them into a plastic bag which then was placed into his now rather heavy backpack. He promptly picked up his car keys and the keys to his house. "I'll be back" he whispered as he closed the door to his house.

Red and blue orbs wandered around at the scenery. It was serene. It was quiet. Something was awfully wrong. Small patches of red dotted the otherwise green lawns. The normal cries and screams of children were not heard. Sensing the danger, the bluenette made a dash for his car. Throwing himself into the rather spacious car, he immediately slammed the door shut, only to have a face slamming into the window to his right. "Fuck" the boy whispered, eyes widening at the sight. It was putrid, beyond putrid. The 'person' was missing an eye, or rather half a face which seemed to be bitten off. The skin around the wound bled profusely, dripping down the once human visage. Shreds of peeling skin surrounded the gaping hole in the victim's mouth around, nonetheless, it sneered. A hand went to cover its owner's mouth stopping anymore words or sounds. Stunned, the boy nevertheless pushed the key into the car and started the automobile. The zombie on the other hand responded more actively to the sound, slamming its head into the windshield in an attempt to reach its meal. The car jerked backwards as a foot slammed down on the accelerator. Shifting gears, Mukuro had driven over the zombie in a matter of moments.

He was a good driver to say the least, for two years now, the car his parents had bought him remained unscratched. His talent was obvious. Winning numerous martial arts awards when he was young, it was as if he was made to survive. His instincts were sharp to say the least.

The bluenette swallowed nervously, as his body tensed. The scenery around his house became worse and worse as he moved out of the residential area. No hordes of zombies, fortunately, that would've blocked his way to the school. And in a matter of minutes, Mukuro had arrived. "Fucking hell…" the teen whispered as he pulled up to his school.

A massacre would've been too kind of a word to describe the scene. It was sheer carnage, taken out of a horror movie. Blood, guts and gore was what was left of the educational building he had spent the last four years in. His car slowed to a stop as the bluenette put on his backpack and gripped his two swords tightly. Shaking his head slightly, he calmed his racing heartbeat. Taking out his phone, he dialed the number of his best friend.

Ring ring ring

Heterochromatic eyes snapped away from the glowing screen and landed on the source of the sound. The boy's jaws dropped. His eyes widened for the umpteenth time during the day. It was Tsuna, or what's left of him anyways. Mukuro bolted from his seat and hopped out of his car, after locking it and throwing the keys into his pockets, he ran towards the brunette. He was breathing heavily, a bloodied hand covering the gash in his neck. "I told you not to come" the other male grunted through obvious pain and discomfort.

"And you knew I wouldn't listen" the boy smirked. "Anyways, how are you feeling?"

"Like a zombie" Tsuna answered, laughing bitterly.

"Try not to sound like death"

"Che." The brunette whispered before coughing violently into his free elbow.

"…" the boy's eyes filled with concern as he got a better look at his dying friend. "So…"

"You've seen the zombie movies" the younger swallowed nervously as his grip on the torn skin of his neck tightened. "You're going to have to kill me…"

"…" a pair of mismatched eyes locked with amber orbs searching for weakness.

"You know you'll have to"

"I know…" Mukuro whispered. his head hung limply from his neck, eyes focused on the bloodied ground. "But not yet, not until you're dead"

"Fair enough, listen, I have to tell you something" his friend said suddenly. The boy's head lifted from the floor to meet Tsuna with a curious gaze. "I was bitten right when you called me. I was here, outside the doors. I hid here, behind that bush. Since you came here, I thought I'd tell you, I haven't seen anyone leave from these main doors. I think they have a secured location where most of the students were hiding. I know it looks bad here but if you look around the front, there are only a few dozen corpses. There are over a thousand kids in school." Amber orbs stared sternly into the orbs of his companion. The boy nodded his head. "I'm sorry to ask you to do this, but I can't risk infecting her."

The boy nodded slightly, before gripped his swords even tighter, preparing to enter the building. "Mukuro" his friend called out just before he began to takes steps towards the double doors. "Be careful, they move slowly, they can't sense human blood or flesh from far. If they taste blood they'll go into a frenzy. They react by sound and light, not anything else you've seen in the movies. You have to be close for them to sense a human, they follow hordes. Use it to your advantage"

"What are you? Some zombie killing expert?"

"I've seen too many deaths and too many close calls to let you suffer because of my dying wish"

The bluenette swallowed nervously, before taking in a deep breath and controlling his tears. "If she's in that building, I will bring her out to you while you still have your mind" he said simply before taking steps towards the double doors, not bothering to look back and see the expression of his friend's face.

The brunette felt a presence behind him. Reluctantly, he turned his head around. It was a zombie. It was the end of him. Sighing slightly, amber orbs filled with sorrow as he made a silent pledge to remain quiet, to keep his screams inside. He knew he wouldn't survive to see his beloved again, he had to give her the best chance of survival.

Tsuna braced himself as the growling grew in volume; he closed his eyes when he felt the warm breath on his neck. He bit on his lips when he felt teeth ripping into the flesh of the other side his neck. He wanted to scream and cry and yell and yet he stayed silent. His lips bled in response to the pressure. He felt his artery being severed by the second bit, and yet he remained still, tense and in agony. But he stayed silent. Not a scream tore from his throat as the zombie took a third bit, burrowing itself deep within the crevice of the boy's neck. A quiet groan escaped the boy's pale lips as the last of his strength drained from him.

The building was silent. Its floors dotted with red but Tsuna was right, there were no corpses lying around. Mukuro looked to his left and to his right. The two side entrances were bolted shut with wooden planks. It looked like someone had ran out of time before bolting the main double doors shut as a piece of ply wood lied besides the main entrance. Taking in a deep breath the boy pushed forward with caution.

He had a feeling where this 'secure location' would be, and he proceeds to follow his gut. The bluenette took firm steps towards the cafeteria. It seemed like an ideal place to gather and lock students in. There was plenty of food that would last them to rescue comes. Unlike most schools, Mukuro's was more of a prison. Its cafeteria was a separate building from the rest of the school and had only two entrances and no windows. It was as if the school was built to lock down and the cafeteria its safe and secure location to seek cover.

The problem was the cafeteria was the furthest from where he stood.

It meant that he had to cut across campus to get there.

He shifted the weight of his backpack, which had started to weigh him down. And he prepared himself for a mad dash across the grass. Slowly he approached the lawn that had separated him and the cafeteria. Scanning the green field, he immediately noticed two roaming figures. Hiding behind a wall which had hid him from the sight of the zombies, he calmed his racing heart. Sucking in a painfully deep breath, he quickly changed the orientation of his two swords, gripping the hilts upside down. (imagine holding a sword the regular way, then without changing your hand position, flip the sword upside just imagine) Bracing himself for the mad dash, Mukuro closed his mismatched orbs and said a silent word. "Go." Within a second of his very own signal, the boy's legs moved from their standing position and bolted out from the back of the wall. The boy's eyes squinted slightly as the two wandering figures caught on to the moving human being.

"Che." Mukuro automatically said as two slow moving, limping bodies approached him. It was then that the putrid smell hit him. It smelt of death. Shaking his head slightly, the boy withheld a breath and leaped forward straight towards one of the zombies. Mukuro brought the swords that had once hung limp forward. Crossing them in an X formation, he slashed the neck of his former teacher. Blood immediately splashed against the boy's clothing and the zombie helplessly fell backwards. Whipping his body around, the bluenette then propelled his sword forward in a stabbing motion, hitting the victim's eye. Cerulean and ruby orbs widened as the familiar face hit him. "Chikusa…"

His actions froze all together. His expression filled with disbelief. This wasn't suppose to happen. The boy was mortified. He wanted to scream and cry and fall apart. He wanted to, and yet he couldn't. He had made a promise; he had silently made a vow to bring Kyouko back before Tsuna's death. Mukuro held back the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. He held back the silently screams as he tore his eyes away from the visage of his former friend.

His legs pushed off of the grass as he bolted towards the cafeteria, now only a short sprint away. As he approached the rather large grey building a few other wondering forms caught his eye. Inspecting from left to right, the bluenette did a head count. "Six"

It didn't take long until the zombies caught notice of the moving human being or rather their food. The growling and gurgling became louder as the boy closed in on the nearest zombie. He brought his right hand forward in a swiping motion and thanks to the blade's superior sharpness, the zombie's head slid right off of the neck in a matter of seconds after the boy's blade made contact with the fragile, deteriorating flesh. Jumping backwards, Mukuro brought his left hand to his right and managed to decapitate another zombie. Taking a moment to size up the situation, the bluenette quickly made a decision. His right hand gripped the sword as tightly as possible as he stabbed the blade into the rather soft soil with all his might. Using it as a support pillar, the boy bent down and managed to push off the ground and over the height of the exposed part of the sword. A zombie followed the path of the boy but instead managed to mash its head against the exposed blade. Smirking slightly, Mukuro stabbed upward with his left hand while his sword penetrated yet another skull. Pulling with his hands, the left sword slipped out of the head of his victim while the right blade slipped out of the soil. Still crouching, the bluenette brought both hand back hitting another in the stomach while he whipped his hands forward with all of his strength. He had successfully thrown a zombie atop another. Using his hands, he pushed himself off of the grass and took rapid steps towards the two zombies. With one swift motion, he brought both hands down, bringing the swords into the skulls of the infected. "One more" he whispered silently as he whipped his body around, letting his hands fly with his body instead of holding them by his side. Two consecutive slashes were delivered to the fragile flesh of the zombie's head as a shower of blood splashed the porcelain visage. The boy then sighed in relief.

Smiling slightly to himself, Mukuro placed a hand on the metallic handle of the door to the cafeteria. "I wouldn't open that if I were you" A voice called.

The bluenette immediately whipped his head around, meeting yet another familiar face. A scowl immediately displayed itself on the boy's face. He was not a friend, not a pleasant acquaintance one would like to meet. "Why do you want Byakuran?"