Syaoran's POV
The smell of rotten flesh filled my lungs and drowned me in disgust. The moonlight illuminated every corner of the dark, misty, abandoned house giving us clues where the mutated monsters would most likely pop out.
I held my assault rifle against my chest as I hunched over protecting myself from the crumbling ceiling above me. My auburn eyes flickering at every possible angle ready to jump out at any jackasses that snuck up on us.
Sadly I was used to this type of life; killing zombies, the popping sounds of bullets dancing gracefully through the air. But was I ever nervous, yes, but if it meant protecting the family and Sakura, I could care less.
Tomyo's POV
I lifted my leg and kicked the wooden door down, my revolver at hand, armed and ready. I took the lead as Eriol, Syaoran, and Sakura followed suit.
It was dark, humid, and stuffy making it hard to breathe or see, 'great,' I thought, 'just great.' Ever since the zombie invasion spread throughout the U.S, I never really got to do what I wanted to do. In fact nobody that survived actually got to do anything. Our options were live or die, that simple! But, I need to stay alive, but not for me or the other survivors, but because of the family. They needed me and I needed them, that's all that really mattered.
Eriol's POV
My revolver was tucked into my utility belt as I held my samurai tightly in my grasp. As my hand begun to sweat, I heard the door slam right onto the ground, practically breaking into a trillion pieces. Tomoyo sneaked in as my blue eyes looked for any bastards that snuck up on her. Syaoran and Sakura could take care of themselves.
The house felt like I was at home again, damp and musty. I shot a quick smile thinking of my memories at home, how relaxed I was, and how oddly normal my life was, well, compared to now, I'm killing zombies for God's sake! But since my family and all the other families fled to a safety camp, Tomoyo, Sakura, and Syaoran were the only family I had left. But though I do get annoyed hearing Sakura's high pitched voice and Syaoran's constant, well, quietness, I'm happy. I'm happy the family could be together, for now…
Chapter 1: Here we go
The sudden bang of the door slamming on the pavement made me jolt from my daydream. How I wished that things were the same again, going to school, laughing, smiling, not having a care of in the world. But ever since the zombies infested the southern part of the world, my once carefree world turned into the world plummeting on my shoulders and staying there, forever a burden.
I saw that Tomoyo, Eriol, and Syaoran walked in hunched over like the hunchback of notradaum. I was completely clueless on why they were doing this, but since they were more trained than I was, I followed suit.
The house was humid, dark, and gloomy. From the moonlight I saw the walls painted only gray, what a great color! Rotten mutated flesh filled my lungs while an imaginary key locked the smell into my system. Though I have killed many zombies for a good amount of time now, i would never be able to get rid of that nausiating stench.
Once all of us checked to see if any zombies would appear anytime soon, we straightened up, relaxing a bit. I opened my mouth to call out the plan, but Eriol beat me to it.
"Alright here's the plan, T-" I cut him short, determined to get my moment of spotlight.
"Tomoyo with you upstairs and Syaoran with me downstairs, as usual." I blurted out.
Eriol squinted his blue eyes with anger, so i laughed sinisterly knowing that i won our minor battle. Suddenly, Tomoyo's high pitched voice made me jump and replace my victorious smile with a solemn grin.
"Hey, back to reality!" She commanded snapping her fingers in my face, making sure i was awake. I pushed her hand away from my face sighing in annoyance. Probably Syaoran knew it was going to get ugly very fast, so he stepped into our minney war.
"Alright, alright, alright we've got the plan right?"
He stood in the middle of us, hands spread apart in the air gesturing us to calm down. Once our anger ceased, we nodded in agreement.
Tomoyo and Eriol snuck up the stairs back to back making sure that they were both protected from anything out of the ordinary. There footsteps began to quiet down and then vanish into thin air. I said a quick prayer praying that no harm would come to them since we were seperated from eachother. You can never trust any one or anything now, it was just you and you, no one to lean back on.
I heard the clitter clatter of a gun reloading in the back of my mind and spun around. I saw Syaoran figeting with his assult rifle trying to reload it before the war began. I smiled and skipped towards him my helping hands out and ready. He was mumbling a few curse words probably and i couldn't hold back the giggles. Before he shattered his only rifle in his bare hands, i grabbed it, pulled down on it hard, and snapped it back into its form.
"Thanks." He said, blushing with embarrassment. I reached up and messed up his chesnut hair a little.
"Nothing to thank."
Suddenly our playful momment was soon inturrupted by a bullet being shot from the upstairs. It was time.
At the corner of my eye i saw a flesh ripped leg emerge from the moonlit corner. My eyes opened up in shock as i saw that the mutated zombie held a machete in its hand, aiming straight for Syaoran's back.
"Oh no you don't!" I yelled. My hand grabbed his strong shoulder, my body lifting off the ground as my leg came up and kicked its head clean off.
I landed behind Syaoran, my hand still cluched to his shoulder making sure he was okay.
"Thank, again."
"Anytime."
Though i would prefer to spend my time with Syaoran watching a movie, eating lunch, or just lying down on the grass in my front lawn, i was happy that we were together. I have been dreaming of this moment for so long, and now since i have him with me face-to-face, i could care less if we were eating popcorn or smelling rotten flesh 24/7.
Suddenly zombies came from all directions without warning. One came from behind me and blocked my airway with its crap like arms. My desperate hands pulled as hard as they could to get them off me, but didn't it didn't help. I kicked, squirmed, punched anything to get me off of its grasp, but i began to see pitch black. Surprsingly, i regained my airway and began to feel the oxygen slowly moving its way up to my brain.
"You ok?" Syaoran asked his voice filled with worry.
"Y-yeah." I studdered. "Thanks."
Our gushy moment was once again inturrupted by loud moans and groans. We were both getting sick and tired of this, the constant worry if we were going to survive this apacolipse. I rolled my eyes as Syaoran balled his fists. I grabbed my machine gun while he grabbed his assault rifle.
"Back to back." My voice sounded so determined and pissed, that the zombies soon backed away. I was about to start dancing my victory dance when i realized it wasn't me that ceased the zombies, it was something else. The bullets that were heard upstairs came to an abrupt hault but my heart began to race switching on to panic mode.
"Tomoyo! Eriol!"