Well every Fandom needs a good Zombie AU... So I hope this qualifies as Good. XD

Enjoy!

Oh and I guess I should do one of these declaimer things for once...

If I owed Muhyo and Roji then I would of been sure not to end it for a loooong time. So I guess I don't.

The soft sounds of his companions breathing was the only thing to be heard by the young blond boy. It was calming compared to the consent moaning of the undead that had been their lullaby the past few weeks.

It was supposed to be impossible, just a work of fiction, the idea of the dead returning to walk the earth. But it had happened in real life.

People first realized what was going on just as the virus reached the town where the young boys lived, sending it into chaos. What you had was what you had as shops closed, the owners like many others trying to escape before they were locked in. But it was no use, as their mad dash worked to the creatures advantage giving them hundreds more victims. Even the MLS was put on lockdown, and they had prohibited the use of portals leaving Muhyo and Roji stranded in the overtaken area.

Roji looked over at Muhyo, fast asleep and safe for the first time in ages, and felt himself smile. They'd worked so hard to get here after hearing the broadcast on the radio he'd made, had to do so much...not all of it was pleasant but there was no choice.

"Johnson are you ok?" Roji asked looking at their traveling companion, but all he heard was a low moan in reply, he was immensely worried but this hadn't been the first time and he'd always snap out of it in a minute and claim 'his age was catching up to him'.

But Muhyo wasn't so patient, so he sighed and walked over smacking the older man on the head with his book. Roji was slightly ashamed that Muhyo would be so rude but it seemed to work because he stopped staring off into space and focused on Muhyo. "Good, now we can get going-" He couldn't finish his sentence as he was suddenly lunged at by the once kind man Johnson, pinned to the ground inches away from snapping teeth determined to rip him to shreds.

"Muhyo!" Roji cried out, trying to help get him away, but he was just thrown back like a piece of unwanted trash as the creature got even closer to the executor, his strength rapidly running out as he battled the larger man.

"Just get out of here Idiot!" Muyho growled. "Save yourself."

"No…" It was as if his body moved on his own, his hand grabbing a piece of old piping with a chunk of cement on the end as he got back to his feet.

"Roji?" Muhyo asked as the creature obscured his vision of his assistant. He could tell he was still there and shouted again as he felt his arms give out. "Roji, run!"

"No!" And then Roji swung.

The pipe smashed into the zombie's head embedding itself there and pushing it off of Muhyo where landed several feet away, unmoving.

The blond stood there, shocked at what he'd just done. That was their friend, he'd changed, yes, but he'd once been human. They'd laughed and traveled together and he'd just killed him.Taken a pipe and crushed his skull in...

There was a few yanks on his sleeve as he was lead away from the open space and he could vaguely hear Muhyo talking to him.

"They heard us, come on Roji we need to get out of here."

He didn't reply, just followed numbly as shock set in, claiming his senses.

When they were a relative distance away and safe again his legs finally collapsed under him, his hands beginning to shake and breaths being taken in shallow little gasps as he wrapped his arms around himself in an attempt to calm down.

"Roji?" The voice was unusually concerned and light as Muhyo placed a hand on his assistant's trembling shoulder. "Are you okay?"

A stupid question, and he seemed to realize it as Roji rapidly shook his head.

He felt dizzy and the world around him seemed to be in a sort of haze; the only thing he was sure of was the arms hesitantly making their way around his neck in an awkward hug and the constant talking in his ear.

"That wasn't him, it was a monster that looked like him. You did the right thing. Calm down. Roji please...It's okay, we're safe."

It was odd hearing him so concerned, but it was strangely comforting.

It took a while but eventually he stopped trembling and his breathing calmed to a degree.

"Better now?" Muhyo asked as he let Roji out of the hug and moving to face him.

A nod.

"Good," Muhyo yawned, and much to Roji's surprise sat and cuddled up to him, pulling one of his assistant's arms around him like a blanket. "I'm going to take a nap, so don't do anything stupid."

Roji pulled a small pistol from under his pillow, the very same one that had saved both their lives countless times, and checked that it was loaded. He'd need it soon enough….

There wasn't much left in the small armory, but he knew they were lucky to have found anything.

While all the more powerful guns and their ammunition was gone, they managed to find a pistol each and a small pile of ammunition. Also there was a small dagger hidden in the back that he grabbed. He knew how to use that from the odd lesson with Ima, that Yoichi dragged him to.

"I don't need it…" Muhyo argued as Roji passed him one of the small guns.

"Yes you do. It's for emergencies." He insisted trying to clip on the holster to his partner's belt,

But Muhyo shook his head and moved away looking at the gun with annoyance, insisting,"No I don't."

"What if we end up in a situation like we had with Johnson again." It wasn't something he needed to be answered. It wasn't even a question. His expression was strict, showing that he had no intentions of backing down at any point in time.

That killed any argument Muhyo had planned. It had been a week since they had to deal with Johnson, and four days since Roji snapped out of whatever spell he'd been under, But he had been changed by it. He was colder, darker, and less hesitant to move to rash actions. It wasn't too obvious but it was there to be seen in the little things. Worst of all he knew it had changed him and he didn't care. He was hurt, and Muhyo didn't know how he could...or if he could help him.

"Fine…" the executor grumbled after a moment hesitation, letting Roji clip the small holster on his belt.

His expression softened with Muhyo's cooperation. "It's just for your own safety. We need to be able to protect ourselves somehow, and this is the easiest and quickest way to do so." He could see Muhyo was still uneasy with the idea of handling a gun, "Don't worry, you won't have to ever shoot it if I have anything to say about it…"

This statement just worried Muhyo even more from the looks of things.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine."

He carefully edged his way out of the room, careful not to wake Muhyo as he took off at a light jog. A few of their fellow survivalists waved as he ran past, but he didn't have time to stop and chat today. It was only as he neared the isolated spot he'd chosen that he slowed down, feeling the weight of what he needed to do weigh heavily against his shoulders.

"So how is this going to work…" He sighed, as he brought the gun up.

"How is what going to work?"

Roji jumped as someone spoke up behind him, lowering the gun and spinning to face… Muhyo.

"Oh, isn't a little early for you to be up Muhyo?" said Roji as he smiled, trying to keep the gun out of sight. "I was just going for a jog around the perimeter, and wondering if anyone would try and stop me…We are still new."

"I don't believe you." Muhyo stepped forward and grabbed the hand holding the gun pulling it out with an accusing glare. "If that was true why were you hiding this? And-" He trailed off as he noticed something wrong with his assistants wrist, a thick padding of bandages without the deep blue used to mark any bindings checked by their medical team. It was a percussion against bringing bite victims in to the safety of the confinement and for someone to bind a wound and not have it checked was punishable with the death penalty.

"What's that." He growled, tightening his grip as Roji tried to pull away.

"Nothing, just a scratch that I was going to get checked while on my jog…"

There was a edge to his voice that sent alarm bells ringing in Muhyo's mind, and he immediately reached over to remove the bindings saying "Let me see." But the moment he got close the hand was yanked from his.

"It still hurts," was his half hearted excuse as it dawned on him what he did.

It clicked then, why he tried to slip away, the bandage, the gun… "No… No you are not doing that."

The blond refused to make eye contact, smiling lightly as he said, "Go back to bed Muhyo. I'll see you at breakfast."

But he knew better than that and shook his head. "No, I won't let you. You can't." He tried to latch on to Roji again but he dodged out of the way with tears lurking at the edges of his eyes.

"Please just go home."

"No, not without you."

They stood in silence for a moment looking for a way to get the other to listen, before Roji ran back into a small, nearby shack and slammed the door in Muhyo's face.

"Get out here you idiot!" Muhyo growled slamming his fist against the door in frustration. "You don't have to-"

"Yes I do!" The cry was a mix of sorrow and frustration, and Muhyo swore he could feel the heat from his assistant's hands on his own where they were pressed against the thin sheet of patchwork metal that made up the door. "I'm almost out of time as it is, I held on as long as I could to get you to safety and I'm done now. I have to before I, I…" Sobs could be heard echoing from the other side. "Before I turn."

"We can find a way, there has to be one.. ask the others…"

"You know what they'd do, and it would be a lot worse than this."

It was true, when someone was bit in the containment it was seen as breaking the rules and the death was long and painful. It was brutally drawn out, shown for all to see so they could curse the one who had threatened their safety. Finding a corpse of someone who was bit in some dark lonesome hole wasn't unusual.

"Then we could leave, find a way on our own." Muhyo tried, but there was a quiet click on the other side and he felt his heart stop.

"No, you're safe and that's all I need...I'm sorry, but… goodbye."

Bang

"No.." The word came out no more than a whisper as Muhyo fell to his knees. "no.." he could feel something wet and sticky on his hands as he placed them on the ground to steady himself, and bringing a hand up all he saw was red. "No!"

Big thanks for my helpful beta Amina Wizzle, AKA Gryphox