He had awoken one morning to decaying hands breaking his door down. Bloated corpses, smashing their way through the house, searching for his flesh. Ethan Hikaru woke up to an apocalypse. He saw them shambling down the hallway, the leading one letting loose a death rattle, calling the others to attention. Ethan grabbed the katana he kept as a gift from his parents, and swung at the walking corpse. The blade sliced into its skull, splitting it open like a ripe melon. He quickly pushed his bed against the door, got dressed, packed anything useful, and fled to the roof. Quietly making his way across the roof, avoiding the windows, he climbed down into the yard, and opened the kitchen window. Stuffing any canned food and water he could fit into his bag, he caught a glimpse of a corpse, faster than the others, moving toward him. he stepped to the side, and the sprinter slammed through the sliding door. It got back up, and he sidestepped it once more. It tried grabbing him, but was fended off with the flat of his blade, and Ethan shoved the fridge over, onto the beast. he ran for the front door, and luckily, nothing was waiting for him outside. he entered his car, and drove to a nearby grocery store. Prying open the automatic doors, he was surprised by how much food was left in the building. Grabbing a new backpack, and transferring his items into it, he searched for food and medical supplies. While he was searching, he heard a loud crash, and the voices of two men, "God dammit, why do you have to be so loud?" "Oh, I'm sorry, I want to treat this as soon as fucking possible!", the other shouted, his speech slurred a bit, and he let out a pained scream, "I-I can feel the pain moving up my back! It hurts... so much…" he lashed out at his friend, screaming at him, "Get it treated! Get medicine! F-fucking do something!" He coughed, and blood sprayed from his mouth. He attempted to speak again, and his voice rasped, "Something..." his voice trailed off, and an eerie quiet filled the store. Ethan stayed crouched, and listened. He crouched there while the man tried to revive his companion. The sound of cans being knocked over startled him, and He heard retching and growling from the aisle where the can fell. The first man's voice broke, "Jesus Christ, man! The fuck is wrong with you?", Ethan looked through the shelf, and saw the second man convulsing on the ground, a bite wound on his arm, and blood and a pus-coloured foam leaking from his mouth. He thrashed and groaned, and the man panicked, sweat dripping down his face. In an instant, he rose, sinking his teeth deep into the throat of his former friend. The first man screamed and tried to escape. He had managed to free his hand, and desperately searched the ground for his weapon. Finding his handgun, he pressed it to the temple of his companion, and fired, spraying blood and brain matter all over the wall. The man sat for a time, tears mixing with the blood on the linoleum floor. After what felt like hours, he morosely put the handgun to his own head, and pulled the trigger, joining his friend on the cold, bloody ground. Ethan picked up the handgun, all of the ammunition he found on the corpse, and made for the doors as fast as possible. He had only just exited the store when it occurred to him that he was weeping.