Kirito shot up. His body was sweaty, and his eyes were wide with fear as his messy black hair draped over his forehead. His already pale skin seemed drained of blood. He blinked a few times, recollecting himself as he his breathing regulated. He didn't know the time, but his guess would be it was still fairly early in the morning, as he wasn't one to wake up late. His eyes felt heavy since he struggled to get sleep the night prior. The boy looked around the surrounding area, recognizing the it to be his room. However, the sight of it was unfamiliar at first glance. The window was barricaded with slabs of wood, and the door was covered by the desk in which his three computer screens and keyboard once rested upon. He placed his hands on his head; his skull was pounding. Why did it hurt so much, He thought, until the memories of the events taking place for the past two days came to mind.

"Dammit!" Kirito yelled out loud as he sprinted towards the schools designated parking zone. A humanoid creature snarled behind him, running at a slightly faster pace. His eyes were peeled for his black motorbike, knowing his only chance of escape would be to use it.

The school was set to be running a lock down, but the entire student body decided against it and fled, wanting to get away from the emergency at hand. During the 4th class of that day, an announcement was on national television, saying a virus of some sort had broken out in the country of Japan. Unfortunately, the virus rapidly spread throughout the country and had, in less than 3 hours, reached Kirito.

Kirito quickly glanced behind him. The creature had shortened it's distance between it and Kirito, and the fact that he was getting tired didn't assist him in any way. Kirito picked up his pace and quickly found the black motorbike which he used to get to school. He was still a considerable distance away, and it'd take him 20 seconds more or less to reach it. At this point, he had increased the distance between him and it. He pulled his keys from his sweater pocket and hoped that he would have enough time to start the bike and ride way from the danger behind him.

Kirito hopped into the bike and quickly inserted the keys into the designated slot to the right of him. 'I can do this,' he thought, but the monster behind him had different plans. It hopped onto Kirito, nearly knocking him off the bike. It let out a rather dark screech, one Kirito had never heard before, and whipped his neck forward, looking to sink it's teeth into the boy's flesh. Kirito jerked his body to the right as the brute narrowly missed his shoulder, biting into the throttle. Kirito took advantage and thruster upwards, sending the undead being forward. He quickly moved back, and drove off towards the exit, where he fled home and boarded himself in his room for the next few days.

Kirito also remembered the mysterious man who appeared on the projected screen in class that day.

"The virus is spread through contact and contamination of the blood or saliva. If you are to be spat on or bitten, even scratched by one of the beings currently roaming the country, you might as well consider yourself dead." The dark outline of a man said to the class. Kirito could hear the same announcement being made outside in the hall, indicating that the rest of the school, and possibly even the entirety of the city, were hearing the message being told.

"At the current moment, there is only one way to cure the virus and stop the spread of the virus. There is one undead creature, the boss if you will, who's bloodstream contains the cure. Do what you can to survive; the apocalypse has begun."

Kirito slammed his fist onto the bed. The thought of this mysterious shadowy man appearing on national television and presenting the end of the world to the people angered him. "Who does he think he is?" Kirito asked to no one in particular. He looked over reached into the box resting beside his bed. A wrinkly sound could be heard as he pulled out packages salted nuts, tearing open the top and pouring the contents in his hand. He had been living off of these for the past two days, afraid that the food he has in his fridge could possibly be contaminated, but his stomach yearned for something else. He brought his hand to his mouth and forced himself to chew the edibles, struggling to swallow. His throat was dry; he was in desperate need of water. But the only water he could get was from the faucet outside, and he didn't want to risk getting infected from the contents, even less did he want to step outside into the hellish world waiting for him.

He finally managed to consume the mashed up nuts in his throat, letting out a low groan afterwards. "Damn," he muttered. "If I eat any more of that, I'm gonna go insane." He let himself fall back into his bed, slightly relaxing his tensed muscles. He didn't want to leave the comfort of his room, he wanted to ignore the problem at hand, but something inside him told him- no, it called for him- to find the cure. He felt drawn to help, as if it had to be done against his own free will, and yet, he willingly wanted to help.

A loud, bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the neighborhood, snapping Kirito out of his trance. The cry for help came from nearby, and soon after, a pounding could be heard outside his home.

'Someone's outside my house,' Kirito thought to himself, gritting his teeth together. He let out a small grunt. In any other situation, he would leave his room and head towards the living quarters, opening up the front door after questioning the person attempting to enter. But the idea of stepping outside his room sent a chill down his spine, and opening the front door could be considered suicide.

But the urge to help lingered inside him. Yes, it was true; he wasn't the most liked nor the most social person at his school- he could sometimes come off as a dick, actually- but he was a very kind person, who always helped others when in need.

Another cry for help could be heard, and Kirito declared the voice to belong to a female. He felt like he recognized the voice, instinctively standing up. He slowly walked over to his door and pushed over the computer desk keeping the door from opening. Afterwards, he reached out for the knob, his hand hovering over it. It shook as he struggled to think of a quick game plan. Step out. Open door. Close door. Step back in. Four simple steps that even he could easily carry out. He let out a deep sigh, and placed his hand on the knob, turning it and stepping into the hall outside.