This is just something that I did out of boredom. I had given my O.C Himitsu to FatherFail for Zombie Regime. Like everyone else though, her story has its own side to it before she met them. This is what happened to her when it all began, from her point of view. The basis will start from her escape, and will follow through the story already written, but in her perspective. This story may have some fillers in it, side plots not quite in the story line to give you a better look of how she views it all. I'll try to write it as well as I can, but I'm not a writer, so constructive criticism only please. I am still newer to this, despite my time here. Anyway, I do not own H.O.T.D. This is a non-profit fanfiction written strictly for the pleasure of the reader. All original characters go to their respective owners. The only thing I can claim rights to is my O.C Himitsu Yuruko. Sorry if gets boring to read, and will probably skip around. Anyway, on with her side of the story!
Himitsu's side
Chapter One: Prelude to disaster
'Three hours of restless sleep, this is all I could muster. I'm Himitsu, don't call me by anything other than that. It's been a good run, from here to there, doing this and that. Life isn't easy, but some have it worse. I don't complain about it…. At least not too much. I decided to skip school again this morning, something my parents aren't too fond of, since I've been skipping a lot these past couple weeks. So here I sit, just playing my bass… A favored past time I picked up in order to escape it all. Strict upbringing, though with the way I look you wouldn't think that. Red and Blue highlights sitting in jet black hair, with it styled like I belong to a j-rock band. Though right now I'm in my comfort clothes, usually you'll see me dress to complete the look. Anyway, that's off subject, how I look now isn't important.' I set down my bass, finally figuring I'd do something else around the house to occupy my boredom. So without further thought, I headed down stairs to see my dad sitting in front of the gun cabinet. He looked up at me from over his shoulder, and nodded for me to come over….. Great…. Going over ammo again….. Not that we hadn't accounted for these past few days, but so I don't see any of that lead in my ass, I decided it best to look over it for the umpteenth time.
"Himitsu, this time we're loading clips so sit down and get started. We're going to the range tomorrow and trying the new rifle."
"Yes sir. I'm on it." I really hated doing this. We were supposed to go over hand to hand combat tomorrow. Every time I ask to get some of that in he finds some excuse. Don't get me wrong, I know some melee, with a rifle or a handgun. Then again, when it comes to knives or simple fist and foot, forget it. I'm about as useful in that situation as deer stuck in the headlights. Oh well, let's see, one, two, three, four, five… why am I counting? All I need to do is fill the clips, who cares how much ammo is in it?' As I fill the handgun clips, I notice dad looking over my favorite rifle. An AR15, one that I modified myself for single shot and 3 and 5 round burst. He put the strap on it, and then went over a handgun he had me just site in. USP 40…. It was a decent choice, and had a good size clip, but it was a touch heavier than I would've liked. Didn't matter to me though. I kept filling the clips while watching him go over everything, just setting the clips and ammo boxes down when I felt complete resistance of the clip letting me know it's full. All of a sudden though, he pushed both of the guns to me and threw me across the room. He stood in front of me, and I couldn't see what was happening.
"Himitsu, listen to the news…. It sounds like we're in trouble, and it looks like trouble already found this place. I want you to take the clips you loaded and your vest. Keep those guns with you, and sneak out back. Your mother and I will buy you some time. GO!"
"What in the hell are you talking about? This isn't some paranoid simulation again is it? You gotta be kidding me."
"Himitsu…. It's a direct order. Go before you I start contemplating a punishment fit for you."
"Fine, fine, sheesh." That was that. I grabbed what I can, put on my vest, and grabbed the guns. I knew better than to cross father. So I quietly opened the back door and slipped out. I loaded my rifle and checked over the handgun. It was already locked and ready to go.
"Dad was acting paranoid back there. I wonder what's got him so spooked. Well let's see here, I have my key ring right? Oh who am I kidding, I don't ever come out of my room without it. Guess I should take one of the cars if he wants me to go that badly." 'However I look at it, it doesn't make sense, so the best thing I can do was grab my car and get going.' I stalked around to the door, making sure my rifle sights weren't too far away since it doesn't hurt to be safe about it. I sit for a minute against the wall, then shakily put my hand on the knob and slowly open the door. Turning as fast as possible, I aimed the gun sights across the room…. Nothing... Go figure. Now I'm really confused, but there isn't time for that. Gun shots started ringing in my ears, and that set my mind into overdrive. If it came down to dad letting loose, it meant get the hell out of here. I quickly ripped open the door to my rotary and slammed in shut. I hit the garage door opener and started the Spirit R faster than I thought possible. 'Clutch, first gear, open the throttle, and kick it!'
"What the fuck!" I struck something as I felt the car jump when I sped across the short distance that be my driveway. I looked back in my rear view for one second to see a body sprawled out in an awkward position. 'Of course, paying attention to the road in front of you would be a better idea yet Himitsu. Berating myself…. I really need to find a therapist.' So I look ahead, only to see nothing but people clogging the streets, some running, others, who looked rather ill or just hadn't slept in a week, were slowly trailing behind them. I straightened a corner I saw empty and sped up. A lot less people here. With everything I had, I raced up towards the mountain passes near home. The only thing on my mind now is shifting gears, rather soothing to say the least. Looking at my gauge cluster with spite, and I start slowing down. Inherit problem with this car is if you push it hard, it'll overheat, a fact I know all too well I can't afford at the moment. Within god knows how long, morning seemed like it blended into afternoon, that is, if it was morning to begin with, and I park at the top of the mountain pass. 'How long did I sleep in today? Oh well, it doesn't matter.' To get my bearings on things, I look out on the railing to my hometown. When I looked out, I stood there paralyzed like an idiot. My mouth hung open a little as I took it all in. In front of me was flames, sirens, people running like hell, cars backing up the streets honking and trying to move, many now being abandoned…. 'Lucky me, I lived on the outside of town and could come up here without an issue, I can't imagine what would happen to me in that panicked cluster-fuck.' My mind came back to me when I heard a throaty moan. I turned around to see one of those dead looking people coming towards me.
"You best stay where you are or you'll end up dead." I pulled my rifle up, I probably sounded like a bitch, or just plain stupid, but when I got no reply and she kept advancing, I let her have it. I fired three shots to the chest, but it didn't phase the thing one bit. I fired a few more, going for a leg and an arm, but it was still going… 'Just what in the hell is this thing?' With my mind racing, I look to my left and see a few more headed my way.
"Damn it all. Just drop already!" This thing, for lack of a better word, wasn't stopping, and the smell hit me, making me gag for a second before I turned back to the task at hand. It was by accident that I killed the first one in front of me, I didn't lead the gun enough and ended up high, right in the head. It worked, so I turned and did the same thing again, this time deliberately aiming between the eyes. Every one of them dropped like flies, but I'm not taking any chances. I sprint for my car, open the door, and start it up. I back over one of the damned things, and peel out onto the road again, leaving my tires full of blood and guts as I spin them over the body. I drive for a little while longer before I stop again. The sun is coming down for the first day on my own in what seems like the craziest thing one could only imagine of doing. I clip my rifle to the back of my vest, and set it off to the side where it can't get in the way of my shifter. I take the time to put the handgun into the built in holster of my vest. I grab my ammo and go over it. This time more I'm more aware of how dire it is to have it on me right now. Survival training took over my brain and I knew I needed to look over everything in my haste and slow down before I do something stupid. Four magazines for the AR, and two spares clips for the handgun. Just my luck. Not much to work with here when it comes down to it. 'Not even 200 rounds, and at the rate these things come, it won't take me long to go through it all. So here's my situation. No food, no water, low ammo, a half a tank of gas left, no place to stay….. I'm screwed. No, dad has put me through stuff, it's plenty…. But what the hell is going on? I wasn't trained for something like this…' The car purred under my foot, it reminded me that my best option is to keep moving, staying put would mean certain death. I hit the gas and eased into the clutch this time, starting it out slow since I wasn't in a hurry. I knew one thing, around the next few bends stood a gas station, and if I wanted to keep my car running, I wasn't going to have a choice. I took another corner with a drift, something I was proud to learn. I took to that for a little while, that is until I hit one of those dead looking guys. The car started spinning wildly out of control towards the guard rail. Not good. I applied the brake and the gas at the same time to keep the tires from locking, but that didn't help my steering. The car jerked and swung, and I knew there was no avoiding it. The only thing I could do was counter, and the side of the car ground against the guard rail slowing to a halt. I breathed out a sigh of relief, and pulled it off the guard rail to check the damage. The side was completely smashed, and it looked like I my tire was bent in a little, but it was still drivable… Looking behind me, I see that thing get up slowly and start walking towards me. I pulled out the 40 and capped it, the first time I shot since this afternoon. I got back in the car, and started moving again, this time making sure not to round corners like I was before. The gas station was in sight, and it was full of whatever they are heading towards the car. I stopped about 20 meters away to give myself some time. They didn't move very fast, luckily, and I could use that to my advantage….
"Sound, that's what they respond to, that or light. Looks like I'll find out in a minute." The car door opens and the engine is completely killed as I pull the key. I pull the emergency flashlight out of glove box and shut my fold up headlights down. The night sky clouds up over head, rain more than likely in this case. I silently walk over a few feet from the car and put the flashlight towards the face of a few of them still headed for the car. Nothing…. Again. I pull up my rifle and down a couple, one shot ringing in my ears as loud as the last. All the heads that didn't get smashed turned my direction. 'Sound'. I walked towards the gas station, clearing out everything there so I could fill up my tank in peace. I didn't want to look back. That would be too hard, cause everything I knew just went to hell, and more than likely, I would never see anyone I remember alive again.
That would be the first chapter. I don't think the others will be this long. I don't like this writing style to be honest, first person is a pain, but it was fun. Let me know what you think. Oh, before I forget, there are some grammatical errors, not all of them are an accident, but if you can point one out that I didn't notice (compile a list of them all if you need to) I would appreciate it. Anything that can help my writing, cause let's face it, I write lyrics and make songs. Writing stories or fanfictions isn't anywhere near as easy to me. (Don't get me wrong, making music can be just as hard if you get hung up) I'm already working on the second chapter, but don't expect it up too soon. That's it. Later.
