Prologue

I gripped tightly onto the metal body of my shotgun. Making sure I was ready to pounce if need be. There wasn't any of 'them' in sight, but if there were, I'd be ready.

My clothes were stained with blood. They smelt horrible and I desperately wanted a shower or some sort of washing machine. But this wasn't the world that I was accustomed to, this was a world where people were the minority and 'they' were the things that had the advantage. Their speed, strength, blood lust, all made them worthy opponents but also nasty competitors.

As I stood there thinking, I heard shuffling around in one of the other isles of the supermarket in which I stood. I listened, quietly, trying to keep even my breath silent. Lifting my shotgun ready to use as a club, I took a step forward to face the intruder.

"Boo!" whispered a boy. I stood still, staring at him sceptically, hoping that he had a good excuse for trying to scare me.

I looked up and down his body twice, trying to take in whatever he was. He didn't look that much older than me. In fact he looked my age. He wore a white and black school uniform which was covered in thick, sickly coloured blood. His hair was a golden blonde which went with his chocolate brown eyes extremely well.

"Who are you?" I said with no sign of emotion in my voice.

"Me? Oh, well why doesn't the beautiful woman standing in front of me tell me her name first?" I stayed silent. "Madam, your jet black hair and sea green eyes are more beautiful than a hundred butterflies huddled together. Madam, your pale, flawless skin glows more than the moon even when it is full. Madam–"

"I'm not having sex with you. So if that is why you are telling me all these lame things, save it." His mouth opened in shock and then turned into a weird smile.

"Why the fuck not? The world is going to end and we are all going to die. So why won't you have sex with me? I mean you look my age."

"And what age is that?" I asked snidely.

"Well I'm 17. And you?"

"What if I say I'm 45? Will you go away?" I asked knowing the response he was going to say.

"No, I'm not that stupid." He said with an idiotic grin.

"Although I highly disagree with that last response, I'll tell you the truth anyway. I'm 17 as well. Now will you go away?" I gave him a fake smile.

"No chance now. Now that I know that you, GORGEOUS FEMALE SPECIMEN, are the same age as me, I must stalk you until you sleep with me." Although he was asking something from me that was very private and personal, and although I wanted to shoot him with my shotgun, I held back, knowing that if I did anything that created noise, I would be in trouble as well.

"What if I shoot you?" I bluffed.

"You won't, because it'll attract them." He said with a smirk.

"Maybe I didn't give you enough credit. But I'm still not sleeping with you". I turned away and started walking towards the fresh food section. As I took a few steps I could hear the sound of mystery guy's footsteps as well. I turned around and raised my shoulder and dropped them.

"Want something?" I asked.

He came up from behind me and pulled me towards him. "Only your body" he stated. Even though it sounded as if he wanted to rape me, I couldn't help but laugh. I chuckled loudly and elbowed him in the ribs. Although it wasn't a very hard jab, he still let go of me and fell back.

"I might need your body too…" he looked at me questioningly. "…as a punching bag." I chuckled one last time and then walked over and helped him up.

"Yuki" I introduced myself as, while I helped him off of the floor.

"Kenta Takahashi" He added as he straightened himself up.

"No wonder you're a virgin." I said as I started walking away.

"HEY! WHAT DO YOU MEAN? I'M A SEX GOD! HEY I'M TALKING HERE!" Kenta shouted as he ran after me.

A/N: I don't own HSOTD. All rights go to their legal owners. Thanx. :)