This is going to be a three part story with an unpredictable amount of chapters, but the first is for MajorOrtho/Malluchan's contest. This is under the AU category, but can also be counted as adventure and horror.

I sat up in my bed with the sunlight streaming through the small window. By small, I mean small as in you could only put your hand and lower arm through, no one could get in or out through it.

I got dressed and walked out into the meeting room, where everyone was waiting for Kyoya to come back with the breakfast rations. We risked our lives every day as the only survivors of the apocalypse.

It all started when a sailor got bitten by a fish with white eyes. Everything was normal, but then, by the next day, he had transformed into what was most feared in the science fiction realm: a zombie. The virus spread until Kyoya, Masamune, Gingka, Demure, Benkei, Ryuga, Madoka, Tsubasa, and Yu were the only survivors.

To survive, we would walk out with a gun and take whatever we needed from abandoned stores and houses.

Kyoya walked in, covered in blood of course, with the food rations. He shut the door behind him and we made breakfast. Our schedule was usually wake up, have breakfast, train Yu and Madoka with guns, have lunch, search for survivors, secure the perimeter, go to sleep. We always have someone on watch for zombies, just in case they break through our defenses.

It was Tsubasa's turn to teach Madoka and Yu about defense against zombies, so the rest of us just sat around and did whatever.

"Nile?" Kyoya asked me.

I looked up at him. "I'm just wondering how long it will be until we're down to the last survivor, or until we all become zombies."

Gingka turned his amber gaze on me. "Don't worry about it, we just need to push through. Eventually, the last zombie will fall, and the apocalypse will be over."

I smiled. "You're right, Gingka. I'll go out and get the lunch rations."

I got up and took my weapon, an Assault Rifle and walked out of the base. My heart thumped in my chest, and I looked in all directions as I moved. I didn't want to get bitten, not now. My group needed food, and they were relying on me for survival right now. I kept walking, making sure to look for zombies at all times.

I reached the nearest supermarket and walked inside the automatic doors. I took supplies for sandwiches, juice, and brownies, enough for each of us.

My luck ran out when I exited the store, and I was surrounded by a horde of zombies. I dropped the food and starting firing, taking them down one by one, bullet by bullet. But they kept coming, as if there was no end to the massive group of the undead. This is it, I thought. I'm going to die.

Okay, for later chapters, I'm going to need one female and two male OCs. Fill out this form here and PM it to me.

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Just so you know, this will NOT be first come, first serve. I will choose the OCs that fit where I want them to.

~TheAlmightyFireHawk