Six months.

Six months since the outbreak started. Six months since humanity officially ended. Six months since the world went to shit

It wasn't very clear on how it actually happened, but It just did. It took the whole world by surprise. The military, police, governments all over the world were all rendered useless against the virus that killed and resurrected the dead.

The proud and innovative city once known as Tokyo now lay in ruins, a ruin that once foretold the feats and accomplishments of humanity. It's quiet now. The sounds and smells and sights in the city that were once a proud feat of engineering and innovation now lay in ruins, abandoned and forgotten. The citizens that were once a proud people whose hard work and determination made this city and country great now stumbled and shambled, looking for the uninfected to sink their teeth into and tear apart limb from limb.

This is the new world.

And I walk alone in it.

Rules had to be made in this new world: Killing is basic survival, watching your own back is common sense and trusting no one is a necessity to avoid getting yourself killed. Not having to worry about the safety and wellbeing of others was a blessing to have, especially in this new world.

I still wonder why I haven't ended my own misery.

If it weren't the undead that were trying to eat you alive, there was the factor of starvation, the factor of disease and of course other survivors.

Monsters that have lost themselves in this new world. Monsters that are just shades of who they once were in the old world. Monsters that commit atrocities because they can or they needed to. Monsters that'll kill you for what little you have.

I've become one of them.

And I'm not at all happy about it.

But in order to fight monsters, you had to be a monster. A monster who doesn't feel regret or remorse. The new world had no place for the meek and useless; they died with the old world.

The companions that helped me survive is the sword by my side and the gun in my holster, they are the only things I'd consider trustworthy left in this world.

Of course, they'll be the there to end my existence when I get bit.

AN: The first chapter and my very first Oregairu story ever. This is the shortest chapter in the story. I also chose this concept of a Undead apocalypse because I think it really fits.

This s is going to be an OC story (Obviously) It seems angsty and random but it will gradually improve as the plot progresses. It will involve other Oregairu characters as fellow survivors. It will also involve various pairings, though I'm no quite sure which ones yet.

Please note that although this story is classified under horror and adventure, It will have moments of anguish, hurt/comfort and humor

I'll need advice mostly in terms of characters staying in characters. And I hope to improve in terms of my personal writing skills.

Thanks for Reading.

-OnyxSamurai