So instead of updating the other stories, I'm now going to write a new one. Haha... Yeah, you people are going to hate me. Also, since a lot of people liked This Is My Battlefield, I felt like doing another apocalypse type story, but more apocalypse-y. But this time, instead of scientific monsters and trained killing machines, it'll be with zombies and teenagers that shouldn't be allowed to roam around this type of environment. Why? Because I've been playing Left 4 Dead 2 a lot and I really feel like it. Okay, okay, let's get this started.

I don't own anything except the plot.

My legs were tucked against my chest as our trashed vehicle drove over the cracked, wreck streets of the highway. From this point, it looked like just a normal day out. The sun was shining brightly in the sky and several birds flew above as if nothing in the world was wrong. And for them, it wasn't wrong. For any animal, nothing was really wrong either because they weren't the targets of the monstrosities that threatened human existence as we knew it. In fact, it was better that we did have an animal with us due to the fact that the zombies- yes, zombies- had no idea how to deal with them. They weren't like humans, apparently, and the virus couldn't infiltrate their systems either. I've never wanted to be a cat so much in my entire life, but I didn't plan to die here.

"Which road am I suppose to take?" Miku asked, slowing the car to a stop. She was obviously the driver since she was the only one of us with a license and the ability to drive a motor vehicle without crashing it into the nearest obstruction. Gumi was our navigator and the only one with the ability to read an actual map since the rest of us were so depended on electronics. If it wasn't completely obvious, 4G wasn't going to help us during the apocalypse ever since the First Wave when the towers were taken down.

"Depends, you want to keep enjoying the zombie-less view or do you want to go get supplies at the nearest city?" Gumi asked, resting the paper map down on her lap for a bit. "Because I could definitely go for some chips if we can find them. And maybe some more supplies for Molotov cocktails because we're running short and that's not a good thing. We'll need bandages too." Beside me was Len, the last person we rescued from the high school from the last town we ran through. We didn't all know each other during the time. I used to just be on my own.

During the time of the First Wave, I had been walking home from school when I had gotten a text to get home as quickly as humanely possible by my older sister. I really had no idea why, but since it was from my older sister, I had ran home as fast as I could. My sister would never tell me to run home because every time we were in the same room together, some sort of fight would break out. I really wish she were still alive for me to argue with. When I arrived home, my older sister pulled me inside of the house and locked the front door, blocking it with the living room couch.

"Rin, listen to me and go get Dad's pistol upstairs," my sister ordered.

"Wait, what's going on?" I asked, with a frown. Her clothes were torn and dirtied with mud, probably from falling multiple times on her way back to our house. "Where's Mom and Dad? Why are you..."

"They're DEAD, now GO RIN," she screamed. "GO NOW!" I've never seen her look so scared in my life. An actress my sister was not, so without another word, I ran upstairs with nothing but questions filling my head. Running down the hallway, I opened my parent's bedroom door and pushed, but something was definitely blocking the way. Whatever it was, it was extremely heavy.

"What...?" I murmured. "C'mon..." I hit the door with my shoulder and tried to push it. It budge only a bit, so I backed up. Never had I thought I would need to tackle down my parent's door to get Dad's gun. "Okay. Okay, I can totally do this." I pushed off against the opposite wall and threw my body against the door, finally getting it to open to a point where I could get in.

God, I wish I didn't.

The windows were broken as the sunlight lit up the entire room, but it did nothing to mask the smell of freshly murdered bodies and metallic blood that filled the area. On the bed was my mother, or at least, I believe it was my mother. Her face was too bloody, too messed up for me to tell. On the floor, my father's body was pushed off to the side with the pistol in his hand. It didn't take a genius to realize that he was the one who was blocking the door way. My heart started to force its own sound to echo through my ears.

"D-Dad?!"

"...Rin..." Slowly, his hand pushed the pistol to my feet with the last pieces of strength he had. "...Take it...go... Rin, you have to.. run away..." I could hear footsteps clambering up the stairs as my older sister appeared behind me. She quickly swiped up the pistol and grabbed me by the back of my school shirt, yanking me back into the hallway.

"Don't go in there!" she snapped. "It's dangerous!"

"What happened here?! Why is..."

"Rin, I can't explain it, I really cant," my sister blubbered. "J-just! Go downstairs and put all the food you can in your bag! Grab the butcher knife Mom has. Don't question me, just GO!" I was shaking by now as my back was to the wall. "Rin, please! GO!" I opened my mouth to speak, but she grabbed at me again and pushed me down the hall. I was frozen there for a moment, but finally I got my shaking legs to move. I had no idea what was going on and it looked as if my Dad had murdered my mother and somehow had gotten hurt. I knew Mom was sick, but for him to kill her... Needless to say, I followed my older sister's orders and tried to cram cans of food in the pantry into my bag. I don't think I could explain the absolute horror that shot through my veins when I heard the sound of a bullet from upstairs.

"S-s...Sis?" I called, shaking as I carefully inched towards the stairs. Slowly, my sister descended down the stairs with a hand gripping at her face. "Sis...w-what happened...? What did you...?"

"Rin, Rin, don't go upstairs," she replied, in a soft, almost impossibly quiet voice. "..." She gently pushed me back to the kitchen, grabbing the butcher's knife, and pushed it into my hands. "Go get into my car." She gently pushed me to the door that lead to the garage. "Go." Her voice was so broken and my head was swamped with exhaustion of the current situation that I didn't resist her. Walking into the concrete garage, I climbed into her car and buckled up my seat belt. I heard the trunk of the van open and heard my sister load up a few things before closing it and climbing into the front seat.

"Sis...what's going on... I'm really going to have a panic attack if you don't-"

"You wouldn't believe me," she interrupted. "Just close your eyes and hold on tightly." She pressed the button on her personal remote that opened the garage door, not even waiting for it to open all the way before she stepped on the gas pedal. I shut my eyes and covered them with my hand, letting the knife rest in my lap. I gasped as I felt something hit the front of the car. "Damn... Keep your eyes closed."

"B-but wh-" Another large thing hit the front of the car and the knife slide off of my lap and onto the floor of her vehicle. My eyes opened for a second to pick it up when I saw the blood splatters on the hood. I bit my lip to suppress a scream, but my sister simply activated the windshield wipers to remove the blood that splattered in the way of her view. In front of us, deformed and pale bodies wandered around the streets and every once in a while, they would run at the vehicle, but my sister would just accelerate.

"Zombies, Rin. They're zombies." I looked towards my sister in disbelief. "Grab my bag in the back and switch your skirt into pants." Without a word, I silently switched out my bottoms with the pants she had in her bag. It was her cheerleader pants, but I guess that was the only thing she had packed. "The sickness that Mom had is some sort of weird parasite that works its way into the host's brain. It was on the news when I was in free period."

"S-so M-Mom and D-dad are..."

"Dead. Dad had to shoot Mom, she transferred it to him," she explained. Her knuckled turned white as she gripped the steering wheel. "So I... I had to... I had to shoot him." Her once manicured nails dug into the wheel. "I... I'm so sorry... Rin, I- ...Please. We're all each other has left... Please, please. Please listen to everything I say. I... I know we always fight, but I..." Her teeth gritted as she tried to avoid the stalled cars on the road. We drove in silence for a while.

It was a week when we first met Miku. It was also then when we left my sister to die. Miku had barricaded herself at a gas station store and we stopped by to grab some things since all the food that I had stored away was pretty much long gone now. She was happy to see us, but she seemed like the type who gave off some sort of optimistic front to other people. Judging on the trash that laid around, she had been stuck in this place for as long as my sister and I were on the run. So, we offered to bring her with us. I didn't doubt that she would agree since no one would want to be alone in a place like this. It was as we were leaving, a crowd of these monsters targeted us. Miku didn't have so much as a small revolver with her that she had taken from the cashier when he fled the store.

"Get to the car!" my sister ordered. "Hurry! The both of you! I'll hold them off for now!" I watched my sister for a bit as she kicked back a few of the oncoming bodies lunge at her. Miku threw herself into the car and I scrambled in after her, slamming the door shut.

"Duck!" The teal haired girl placed her hand on my head and opened window just a bit to send a bullet out, hitting one of the zombies in the back that planned to bite a chunk out of my sister. "Are you alright?!"

"Y-yeah!" My sister called back, giving a thumbs up to us. "I-I- SHIT! Miku! DRIVE! GET OUT OF HERE! GET OUT OF HERE!" I saw it with my own eyes as a rather larger zombie, I'm guessing one of the football members tackled my sister to the ground. Miku didn't waste anytime, dropping her revolver into the front seat as she clambered into the driver's seat and started up the car.

"Wait!" I screamed. "M-my sister!"

"It's too late for her," Miku said, shaking her head. "Just buckle up!" She floored the gas pedal as I stared out of the window in horror. "What are you doing?! Get back in, Rin!" I watched, screaming as my voice caught in my throat and tears started to blur my vision. My only family. She was the only family I had left. She... My sister... "Rin!" Miku swerved the car and the inertia threw my body back as she quickly rolled the window up and locked it from the driver's side. "Don't let your sister's sacrifice be wasted!" My hands shook as my finger pressed to the bones of my cheeks. It took so long. So long for me to even begin to recover from the trauma of losing my only family.

Hm. Okay, so it's kind of Left 4 Dead 2 ish. Eh. I don't own it and it's a cool game. Totally recommend it, by the way. So uh. Yeah. Have a nice day. I haven't decided if there's romance in here, so you'll just have to keep reading.

-Rizun

P.S. Here's the link to the image that inspired me this time: danbooru. donmai. us /posts/1574039?tags=kagamine_rin