A/N: This is as if Inuyasha were Robert Neville. I kinda felt like doing it with both Inuyasha and Miroku, so the next portion is the alternate universe as if Miroku was Robert Neville from I Am Legend. These are both created to be "one-shots" unless anyone would like to read more, then I might write up more one-shots, but I doubt I'll ever take it up as a full length AU story for either character plot lines. Just cause I'm knees deep in my Feudal World already haha. Enjoy.

Inuyasha

It was day 649, but I guess you couldn't really tell the difference between day 103 and now, so I don't really even know why I still kept fucking count.

After the virus took over my little section of the globe, it was pretty much dog-eat-dog, and every man was out for themselves. There were no children left, no lasting relationships, nothing that could keep a man human anymore. Some days you could barely distinguish the infected from the non-infected, simply because everybody was willing to eat you for whatever reason they wanted.

"Mariah," I pulled down the calendar in front of me and tapped at today's date marked by a red circle over it, "Guess who's birthday it is today?"

Her tail wagged and she gave me an excited expression, her ears perking up towards the ceiling in anticipation. She was concentrated on the piece of dried sausage in my free hand and I smirked.

"Oh, it's not your birthday," I knelt down in front of her, her honey brown eyes never leaving the piece of meat snagged between my fingers, "It's my birthday. This is mine." A low whine bubbled deep in her throat and she pawed at the ground when I made an exaggerated show of biting the tip of the sausage and closing my eyes in ecstasy, "Oh, that's good."

She barked her complaint followed by another pathetic whine, her ears drawing back sadly. I reached towards the downy spot between her ears and rubbed, "You're a brat."

Maybe I was going soft. I lifted the piece of pork into her mouth and she gobbled it down like it was her last meal. As if I don't feed her three times a day.

Brat. Brat. Brat.

"Okay, are you ready?" She barked again, "Did you use the bathroom? Do I have to take you out again? We're not stopping for any breaks this time."

She licked her black muzzle and stood up on all fours, waiting for my cue.

I glanced at myself in the hallway mirror, lingering on the scars across my chest and then pulled a black shirt over my head as I marched over to the front door, dutifully ignoring the pictures hanging in their original frames on the wall. I played with the idea of taking them down again. Maybe tonight. I said that yesterday and all the days before that, but maybe I'll actually do it tonight.

I undid the lock on the shutters, the bolt falling with a heavy clang to the ground. A reminder of the lifestyle I was leading. The glass stained door that was hidden behind it, mocked of a life before all of this. My hand hesitated on the knob, as it always tends to. I cracked it open, letting the ray of raw sunshine light up half my face. Mariah bowed her head down, waiting for further instruction and I flashed her a wan smile.

It was April 1st, 2025.

My name is Inuyasha Takashi and I'm possibly the last man on earth after a savage viral infection took hold of 95% of the population. The 5% that were left, the 5% that were immune, became fodder for the ones that weren't.

I live alone in the heart of what used to be known as Tokyo.

It was day 649.

And today was my birthday.

A/N: Next up, we have Miroku. Review if you're feeling up to it :)