1st Act:

I, one of the survivors

All he could do was run.

Run into the streets full of dead people that wanted a piece of his flesh. It was dangerous, but he had to do it. He had no other choice.

Heart beating like hammer against cloth, he took off into the streets, praying to himself that none of them would come out yet. Everything was a mess. The whole city looked as if a war had taken place. Empty cars were lined up in the lonely streets, the car doors were open, glass shattered and smeared with crimson blood. The sidewalks were full of objects that had been scattered around as if it had been thrown all over the place. This wasn't Tokyo.

Tokyo's streets used to be boisterous with the sounds of people jabbering,laughing and conversing, Horns blaring and the echo of bustling feet pattering against the concrete floor would usually fill his ears.

But not anymore.

Every sound around him remained inaudible except for the gentle hum of the cold breeze and empty cans clattering quietly against each other momentarily. But even under the several unobtrusive noise surrounding him, there was something hidden underneath the seemingly harmless sounds emitting around him.

He quickened his pace, and he blanched he at the sight of massive amount of blood splattered beneath his feet. He screeched to a halt as he heard an odd noise, and his eyes slowly trailed forwards, locating its source.

Cold sweat ran down his face as he spotted a figure inside a car. It was bending over and blood was pooling under the car door. He felt his body shake as he heard the sound of flesh being ripped and gorged.

He gulped down the lump that had formed in his throat and steeled himself.

He slowly walked backwards, still staring at the figure inside the car.

.Thump.

He bit down a whimper as the figure slowly straightened itself to a sitting position and was visibly chewing on a bloody arm. The figure's eyes were transparent and its jaw was slack and smeared with blood all over as it continued chewing on its meal. It scared him. What if the zombie might notice him and the next arm the zombie would chew on was his?

He took another careful step backwards and halted when the zombie stopped chewing on his meal. Did it notice him?

His body forced down a violent shake as the zombie slowly turned its head towards him. Transparent eyes piercing his own. It had spotted him. Mind going numb, He doubted it. The zombie just kept on staring. It was blind.

Mentally sighing in relief, He took a step backwards and accidentally hit a can with the heel of his foot and it clattered noisily behind him. He cursed and didn't dare to look back at the zombie if it had finally noticed him for a few moments. He scrunched his eyes closed and clenched his fists hard enough to be able to draw blood.

The moment he heard heavy breathing and air puffing out on his face like a ghost's breath, his eyes snapped open.

His breath hitched.

The zombie was now in front of him. Its other hand clutching the bloody arm it was chewing on earlier. The zombie's face was inches away from his and he found himself nearly throwing up at the sight of the zombie's slack jaw that was covered with bit and pieces of human meat and blood. It was horrifying.

He didn't dare to make any sound or movement.

He would do anything to survive. Eyes looking around for any sort of weapon he could use, he spotted a metal bat near the car door. But it was too far away. He did have a weapon earlier. It was a crowbar. But amidst all the chaos earlier, he had thrown it at another zombie out of cowardice.

Forcing himself to calm down, He thought of a plan.

The zombie now lifted its free hand at him. He cursed. He dodged it and quickly rolled forwards to grab the bat, but as he reached out for his weapon, another zombie had appeared out of nowhere and lunged at him.

He bit back a cry as he was tackled unto the ground. Gritting his teeth, he pushed the zombie back as hard as he could. The zombie stumbled back, making odd gurgling noises in its throat and letting out a hoarse cry as it lunged at him once again.

He quickly regained his senses and reached out for the metal bat and swung it at the zombie, hitting its head with an audible crack. He turned toward the blind zombie from earlier and spotted it running towards him at an alarming pace. Crying out, he ran towards it and swung the bat as hard as he could at the zombie's forehead.

As if everything was in slow motion, he heard the loud crack of the zombie's skull and saw blood splattering out of its eyes and mouth which made him nearly gag at the sight. Forcing his eyes close, he heard the loud thump as the zombie fell on the ground.

He fell to his knees as his legs gave out. He was shaking from so much fear. This is what it meant to survive.

He wasn't supposed to be alone. He was with a group of survivors months ago. He was part of the group of survivors that went the wrong route. Everyone had been killed right before his eyes while he was hiding like a coward. He felt awful. He felt like the lowest scum. He should have fought with them.

But he had been too scared.

He had heard his mother scream. It was an ear-shattering scream, one that would keep haunting him in his dreams. He had stepped out of his hiding place and ran towards her. But it was too late; the only thing he saw was the image of his mother being tackled by several zombies and ripping out her flesh with their teeth. His mother had cried out to him and he did the only thing he could think of. He ran towards her. No weapons in hand, not having any knowledge what to do. He ran towards her as fast as he could, even with tears fogging his vision and several zombies turning his way.

A comrade of his that was ten times bigger than he was lifted up and carried away from the chaos, shouting at him and scolding him why he had left his hiding place.

Fat tears had constantly flowed down his face at the sight of the whole group of survivors being devoured by the infected mass of people. The sight of blood everywhere, Flesh being gorged and the screams that followed, it was all a huge nightmare. But now the nightmare was worse. Now that that survivor that had helped him died, He was all alone. Finding ways to survive all on his own.

But he was still a coward.

Quickly standing up, He looked around helplessly.

There was no longer anyone who could help him. This time, He was going to learn on how to survive on his own. Breathing in, he ran straight towards the streets and didn't dare look back.