Hey people of the amazing world! I decided to do a Vocaloid romance zombie apocalypse themed story this time round! This is going to be a yuri, definitely without a doubt, but this is my first time writing something like this though so I hope it's good! Also, I decided to write something different before the first day of school *sigh* but I hope it's good for the first chapter!

It always has to be in the summer when this kind of thing happens. Doesn't it? It's not ironic, it's not even surprising, not in the slightest bit after all every book or movie seems to base off the fact that the world always ends in the summer. I sigh out gently, causing the air to stir a long thick piece of my hair that flutters out then in to touch my lips with the breath that slipped out and I looked up focusing on the red sky. Things couldn't have gone more to hell than the day everything just decided to just slam down and curse the humans and, yes, even us Vocaloids were affected. Many of us had fallen to the end, to the Infection that spread rapidly.

I let my lashes droop slightly as I listened to the creaking of the rusted pipes underneath the tiled floor of the kitchen, where I sat, my knees hugged to my chest with my eyes on the window. I can here them outside, moaning and groaning, sometimes even screaming at nothing and I just hug my needs closer to me as tight as possible, as though it'd keep them from finding me. It's kind of sad. I spent my fourteen year old life singing, pouting, screaming at others, being spoiled as hell and ordering around my brothers and those around me.

I still remember Kaito sitting on the couch eating his ice cream with Miku nibbling on her leeks and I sat peeling an orange while Len just ate his banana while laying on his stomach swinging his feet up and down while we watched the news. I remember the increase of reports about a new Infection, a disease that was hitting towns and countries faster than even the plague, than that whole Zika virus thing. It was serious and though it was to be controlled, it didn't work.

I wished I'd listened better, paid better attention when Meiko, leaning against the couch while holding Kaito's hand tight and Gakupo crossed his arms tight against his chest, had said that we needed a plan. I didn't listen and now I was alone. I was now nineteen years old. Five years since the Infection spread, five years since there was human contact, five years since I've seen any other Vocaloids out here in the vast place. I feel like I'm the only one left but I know there was a plan, I just needed to remember it but I couldn't. I heard a scream from upstairs making my blood run cold and I held my knees tighter whimpering low in my throat as I curled up tight in the corner only to hear dragging foot steps.

"Fuck." I whisper the word under my breath, the tiles cold but comforting underneath me and I stood up, my legs trembling as I reached onto the counter, my fingers grabbing the sledge hammer and I held it in front of me like a swore before bringing it up to my shoulder trembling lightly.

There's no way she could be gone already! It wasn't supposed to be this fast! I clenched my jaw tight as I trembled edging to the door way of the kitchen hesitantly hearing loud thuds then crashing down the stairs violently and I tensed, my eyes widening as I trembled softly. The was a low sound like a door creaking making my muscles tensed tightly as I adjusted my grip on the sledge hammer hearing dragging bare feet on the tiled floor.

For fucks' sake...can't I get a break? Just once? I felt tears build and well in my eyes instantly, as the dragging steps got closer to my spot and just as I heard the moan I swung my sledge hammer down and around the corner hard hearing the sickening crack and spurt of blood making me scream with the force of the blow. I heard a stumble and I stepped out from behind the entry way, gasping loudly in a sharp inhale then lifted the sledge hammer up and down, up and down, up and down. I finally stopped when the body stopped twitching as I panted stumbling back quickly with the hammer dragging along the floor moving blood in a streak and the handle dropped from my hand with a loud bang.

I felt cold, bare and deserted, only for a moment however; I felt the hot tracks my tear made as they ran down my cheeks and off my chin quickly onto my collar bone as I sniffled and I noticed a few splashes of blood on my fingers only to quickly rub them off on the floor, the shakes taking over and I looked at the body. Her long aqua hair was out of it's usual pig tails, it was soaking wet with the blood accumulating around it, she twitched faintly but stopped after five minutes, her skin wasn't porcelain white but a dirty gray color with the veins black and crossing under her skin with the burn of infection; her eyes had died long before and I looked down at the bite mark on her arm, where she'd received it and I felt so much loss.

I could have prevented her from going out, she said she'd be out and back before we knew it, but she came back sick and before I knew it, everyone was gone but her and we'd been one on one. After five years I thought I'd seen it all, but I've never seen anyone-ANYONE- rise after five days, normally it took two weeks for it to come to a completion! I felt bile rising in my throat and before I could help it, I turned and emptied the contents of my stomach, which was just a burning bile that made me shudder. Once I finished I gagged at the scent scrambling to my feet grabbing my sledge hammer, cringing at how slick it felt and I scrambled to the kitchen turning the faucet on, praying the water to work and nearly cried when it did.

I cleaned the dark blood from the sledge hammer then dunked my hands and arms under scrubbing hard until any speck of redness was gone off my arms then I leaned down pressing my mouth to the faucet taking a mouthful, swished it around then spit it out. Then I pressed my wet hand to my mouth as tears gushed down and I sobbed into my hand hard, so hard that I had to move a hand out to hold onto the sink as I sobbed. Miku didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve this. No one deserved this. I just wished I hadn't been the one to deliver death onto the longest friend I've ever known.

I heard loud thumps at the back down making me tense then the shattering of glass and I held my hammer tight before running for the kitchen door throwing it open running out. I didn't have shoes on but that didn't matter, not in the slightest bit, it was easy to ignore the rocks and twigs, the gravel etc etc digging into the soles of my feet as I ran a car, the keys in the ignition. I swear God has never shined down on me so beneficially and so kindly ever before and I dove into the car turning the key happier than ever, when dread poured in through my veins as the engine clicked. I looked up at the staggering bodies only to see one pause and look at me.

"Come on." I twisted the keys again listening to the clicks. "Come on." I kept turning it hard as tears welled anew in my eyes as more of the staggering bodies stopped staring at me, or well, the car. "Come on! Please! For fucks' sake turn on!"

I screamed out the words slamming the palms of my hands against the wheel hard in frustration gaining more attention, obviously, before turning the keys again and squealed in happiness, my tears never seeping to stop, even as the engine purred loudly and I revved it just as those staggering bodies of the Infected rushed at me and I sped forward fast slamming into any fortunate body in my way ignoring the crunches and thuds.

I was getting out, finally! I sped as fast as I dare to go as I lifted a hand off the wheel running the tears from my eyes, clearing my vision, then placed it back on the wheel blowing out soft breathes. It never gets easier, never gets less horrific, never gets less adrenaline pumping, never gets less terrifying and never gets less new. It's always a slap in the face when I come out in the world, when I'm not hiding away, that everything's in complete shit but then again I didn't expect anything different from an apocalyptic world after all.

But I couldn't focus on that now, there was only the road stretching out in front of me and the sweet happiness welling inside of me as I sped when there was a vibrating noise. I tensed, wondering if an Infected person was behind me but I looked down seeing a phone that had an unfamiliar number on it. Who could that be? Just as I reached out a hand there was a click and the cold metal of the barrel of a gun being pressed to my temple making me freeze while still maintaining the driving portion of this situation.

"You won't touch that phone if you know what's good for you." A voice hissed the words out making me strain to look back with my eyes as I sat perfectly still. "You'll drive down this road, go to turn on the 1-80 and go down Route 22. But don't go on it fully, you'll pull over. Got it?"

"Yes, perfectly." I sounded breathless as I sped, noticing the 1-80 sign faintly then shivered, feeling tired as all hell but the click of the gun again made me pay attention to the signs.

"Good. Now keep going, I'll be watching and no funny moves. I see that sledge hammer between your legs...though I doubt you'd be able to use it however, you were crying like a little bitch just a moment ago." The voice had dropped to a condescending sneer making me tense up as I glared out the windshield as I drove as fast as I dared.

"Shut the HELL up! I just had to kill my infected friend, only friend now, so don't even TRY me right now bitch!" I shout as we sped down the 1-80 quickly, my anger bubbling and sizzling underneath my skin, through my veins all but beckoning me to reach behind and slam this persons head on the back of my head rest and take the gun from them but I know I wouldn't be fast enough.

"Who the hell do you think you are!" The voice was now shouting back but I could now distinctly place it as a female voice and it sounded...familiar. I sat there trying to piece where I'd heard that voice before when she pressed the gun to my temple painfully. "Stop!" I screeched to a stop, one so harsh and sudden that my body swayed forward then thumped back against the seat. I heard the girl shifting forward into the passenger seat but I stared forward. Then I heard a gasp.

"What? Not what ya where expecting?" I ask dryly as I dared turn my head when my own eyes widened.

Long pink hair was pulled back in a long, messy pony tail, dirt and blood marred her perfect pale skin, her body was much to thin but scars marred her arms from what I could see, her full bottom lip was chapped from her picking at it while her top lip-only slightly thinner- sported a cut that was crusted over with dry blood. Her light blue eyes were sunken and tired looking, screaming so many things no person should have in their eyes. But...they were glimmering with tears now as she looked at me, her lips parting with wonder as her pink brows twitched gently, the blazing red 03 on her right (A/N: It's my right, sorry!) upper arm.

"Rin! Oh my god Rin! Where the ultimate fuck have you been?!" Luka's voice was a whisper as she dropped the gun grabbing my upper arms before checking my right arm looking at my own blazing red 02 there before she hugged me tight.

My breasts pressed to hers making be blush but I threw my arms back around her in response, after all how could I not hug her back? I couldn't speak back, I couldn't force words out, my throat was much to tight and before she could say another thing all the tears, sobs and screams I held in me for five solid years poured out and I screamed, I sobbed, I cried, I shook and spasmed with all these overwhelming emotions and Luka held me tight through all of it. She didn't murmur assurances, she didn't make promises things would be okay like she used too when I'd been crying and hurt, she just held me ever so tightly as her dirty hand moved up and stroked my hair softly as I sobbed loudly.

I didn't want to let her go, I didn't want to wake up and ind that this was all just some sort of cruel dream, that everything was a dream, but as Luka pressed her lips to the top of my head, the way the interior of the car warmed with the slowly rising sun and my skin pressed to the material of the seat and the seatbelt pressing against the front of my body, I knew it wasn't a dream. All that mattered now was that I wasn't alone. I had Luka now, so I wouldn't be alone again. I didn't need to be when I had her. At least..I hope I wouldn't be alone again.