A/N: So this is my first story and I wanted to make it a zombie apocalypse AU for Death Note since I'm a huge fan of zombies, this stories rating will change as the story progresses but for now the rating is it at T. I also altered the canon ages in the anime a little bit so Matt is now 20 and Mello is 11.

I hope you guys enjoy this first chapter and I will try to do my best for the others to come

Warning! For future chapters: Minor character death, sexual content, shota, yaoi (boyxboy), blood and gore.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or Walgreens, trust me, if I owned Death Note there would be a lot more horror

Matt's P.O.V

Silence. Nothing but silence filled the usual bustling streets of Japan, the only thing that could even be remotely heard was the eerie rustling of the wind and the occasional sweep of crumpled up paper brushing across the trashed sidewalks. Emptiness. Silence. Both these awful things crept through the air of the long since empty city.

Matt slung his shotgun over his right shoulder and took a long drag of his cigarette. It's been 5 years since the outbreak happened. Matt had been inside his hideout playing video games like he usually did, completely oblivious to the chaos going on outside. It stayed that way for a couple of weeks, him playing games, watching porn, doing whatever the fuck he wanted and it was only when he left for the store to get another pack of smokes did he notice that something was seriously wrong. He'd been holed up in his apartment the whole time without realizing that the world around him was crashing down. He couldn't find it in himself to give a shit though.

Matt flicked the ashes off his cigarette and continued walking down the road, his boots making heavy thuds against the concrete. A scorching heat beat down on him as he rounded the corner and stopped in front of the supermarket. It looked completely totaled but it was worth a shot.

He kicked a shopping cart out of his way and entered, there wasn't much but maybe he'd find something useful. Matt scoured through the aisles, throwing cans of soup, bottled water and edibles into his rucksack, most of the food was scattered across the floor and torn open but there was enough to last him a whole month's worth before he would have to go back out again. He stopped by the meat aisle and nearly doubled over from how strong the stench was, Matt scanned the area and grimaced, all the meat was rotten and covered in maggots. Hmph, the whole world really is going to shit.

He hurriedly moved over to the customer service desk and grabbed a couple of packs of Marlboro's, he didn't want to stay in here longer than he had to. This place was disgusting and there wasn't that much for him here anyway. The only problem he had was that his food choices were limited. Of course he mainly eats junk food but every once in a while he'd crave some kind of meat. Matt readjusted his bag and made his way over to housewares, taking another drag of sweet nicotine.

His batteries were all dead and he hasn't been able to use his flashlight, he had candles but they were those cheap mini ones you get at Walgreens that didn't give off much light. They had better one's here he supposed, they were tall and had pictures of Jesus on them or some kind of all mighty saint, now Matt was an atheist but at the moment he didn't care, they could have two dudes whacking off on them and he still wouldn't give a damn, as long as they gave off light better than those so-called candles back at his place. He shrugged and dumped them into his bag.

Matt moved over to the batteries and searched for a couple of triple A's, there were mostly double A Duracell's and 4.5-Volt's unfortunately, but at the very back were a whole pack of triples. Matt reached his hand through and took as many as he could, it's not like anyone was around to use them besides him anyway. He stacked them into his bag and grabbed a spare flashlight off to the side.

In the next aisle over a can fell off the shelf startling Matt who nearly dropped his bag, his hand involuntarily going to the .44 magnum at his hip. He didn't see any infected when he walked in but it's better to be safe than sorry.

He clicked the safety off his gun and slowly peeked around the corner, his eyes stopping on the can that sat innocently in the middle of the floor. Matt's eyes narrowed and he stared hard, whatever the source was for the can falling was certainly not anywhere in the aisle…anymore. Matt took a glance behind him cautiously then returned his gaze back in front of him, still no sign of anything that could've knocked it down and that unnerved Matt. It obviously didn't fall off on its' own but he didn't hear any kind of movement or sound throughout the store, it was strangely quiet. There was an infected hiding in here somewhere and those fuckers weren't the usual cliché slow walking zombie, no, these bastards were unnaturally fast. To run in with a horde of these things meant certain death.

Matt backed up and quietly made his way towards the exit, he didn't feel like playing hide and go seek with a thing that could potentially kill him so he high-tailed it out of there as silently as possible and stubbed his cigarette out with his boot. He got what he came there for and he wouldn't be coming back to that place again anytime soon.

Matt quickly made his way to the corner and ducked behind an alleyway. He could see his place up ahead, it was an old run-down building, barely noticeable and covered in dust and broken boarded up windows. No one lived in there but him, everyone that used to had moved out a long time ago in hopes of escaping the infection. He hasn't seen a single living soul ever since.

Matt pushed open the rusty door and closed it behind him making sure to lock the deadbolt, he trudged up the stairs to the second floor and headed down the corridor to his apartment number. He didn't have any reason to lock it since anybody that might have wanted to break in is now most likely dead. Matt took his shoes off and placed his holsters and guns on the table, along with his rucksack. He closed the door behind him and lied down on the couch, he would put his stuff away later but for now he wanted to rest. Matt sighed and closed his eyes.

It's been lonely, these past few years, and Matt's been starting to wonder if he'll ever see another person again. He told himself that he wasn't lonely, that he didn't care but deep down he knew he wanted to at least know there were other people out there, trying to survive just like him. This city was long gone, absolutely no humans left and Matt was thinking about getting out of here for good. This place held no special memories, he didn't care for it, he just wasn't one of those people that moved around a lot but now he decided it was time to leave and go look for other survivors. His stay was long since overdo. Matt rolled onto his side and relaxed his body, letting himself fall into a deep sleep. He would leave early in the morning.

Mello's P.O.V

Mello ran down the hallway at Wammy's, his blonde hair flying and his feet pounding against the wooden floor. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He saw them…through the window, the orphans he went here with, he saw them get eaten by those…those…things and then they-they got up and started walking, they weren't human anymore though, no they were like those things that attacked them, he could tell, he'd seen they're dead eyes that flared with aggressiveness as they got up, he'd seen their insides hanging halfway out of their body, squished and ripped apart, he'd seen their joints, mangled and unnaturally twisted and broken, he'd seen them frothing at the mouth, blood mixed with bodily fluids, staining their clothes red, he'd seen…he'd seen. Mello stopped running and slammed the door to the Custodians closet shut, sinking down to the floor and burying his face in his knees. He'd seen them get devoured, get viciously torn apart, screaming so loud Mello thought if they screamed any louder their lungs would explode. It was horrible!

Mello's never been so terrified in his entire life. What if…what if one of those things find him in here!? What if he ends up just like the others!? To be so brutally killed like that is just so awful for Mello to think about, he doesn't want to die, he doesn't even know about everyone that's inside Wammy's right now, what could be happening to them? Are they already one of them or are they hiding out safely in their rooms? Surely they would've noticed the chaos going on outside and have escaped somewhere safe with Roger. Mello flinched when he heard a loud bang coming from the front entrance…it was the door. No…they've gotten inside, he could hear the sound of running footsteps coming down the hall, towards his hiding place. Mello frantically stood up and locked the door and deadbolt, hot tears streaming down his face, he didn't make a sound though.

He feared that if he did one of them would hear and come for him, groups of footsteps passed him and everything was silent for a few moments. Then he heard them, the blood curdling shrieks of his fellow classmates and teachers. Mello covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut, tears now relentlessly streaming down his face, Mello curled up into a ball on the floor furthest away from the door. This wasn't real, this couldn't be real! This was all just a bad dream and he would wake up soon enough. But those cries of terror he hears coming from outside his safe haven sounded so real, so full of pain and pure agony. Mello wanted to do something, anything to help his friends but he was too much of a coward to face those things, he wouldn't be able to do anything anyway. He seen how strong they were, how fast and cruel and violent. If he walked out this door right now, he'd be devoured just like the rest of them and it would be nonetheless painful. So Mello stayed in the closet, forced to listen to the terrifying moans and unearthly howls of those monsters, forced to listen to the people outside struggle and fight for their lives only for them to die a most gruesome death and Mello can't do a thing about it. The monsters were too powerful and there were too many of them. Mello hugged his knees to his chest and shivered.

He can't just stay in here forever, even if he tried those things would eventually discover he was here and break the door down, Mello can't go up against those things, not even with a weapon, unless he could get his hands on a gun but there are no guns in this closet and the only way to get one would be to leave the closet and go out into the town…where most of them are festering. Mello shook his head rapidly and shakily stood up, he didn't want to turn on the light. If he did he might alert those things of his presence so he opted for feeling around in the dark. He could tell the room was small, there was a couple of, what felt like brooms lining the wall, a cart filled with cleaning supplies and a couple of soap buckets along with a trash can. Mello felt like letting out a sob as he realized there was hardly anything in here that he could use to defend himself. It was completely hopeless, if he left the closet he would surely be attacked, if he stayed inside he would either be found or he would starve to death. Both options ended up with him dying, Mello could do nothing but sit in here and wait for his death.

Why did this have to happen?

Mello furiously rubbed his eyes, trying to stop himself from crying again but it was useless. The only thing he could do right now was to stand here in the dark and cry. No one would come for him, Mello knew it. His family had died a long time ago and the only people he knew now, were gone. Mello lied down on the floor and closed his eyes, he just wanted to sleep and forget any of this ever happened.

A/N: So to clear things up if needed, the outbreak did happen five years ago and it did start in Japan but it was being contained and somehow the virus escaped and has started spreading in Europe, in case anyone was wondering why Mello is only just now experiencing the virus. I'll get the second chapter up after I finish and revise it.

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