I walk out of the store, and a few dozen zombies greet me, all craving my flesh. One was ahead of the others, drooling and moaning ravenously. Once the first one was within range of my swords, I pulled them out. In a split second, I've decapitated the zombie nearest to me. Blood spraying on to my jeans, "Gross", soon enough, I was killing zombies left and right. Heads falling to the ground, followed by limp bodies, my arm muscles ache from the continuous use. But I keep going, faster than any human could or should. I can almost feel a zombie to my back before flipping my sword around and stabbing it in the brain, later decapitating it. I continue the massacre, slaying zombie after zombie. When the last one falls to the ground, limp, I sheath my swords in one cleaning move. I'm too good at this, after two days I didn't expect my skills to improve this much. But I've lived based off basic my instincts and I've been able to survive. I've been able to slaughter hundreds of zombies with nothing but two swords. It's almost as if I was born to this shit. Zombies killing, it's not the occupation I thought I'd have. But the scariest thing about zombies is the fact that they have no fear. After their death, they no long have the natural instinct to run in the time of danger. Right now all they care about is eating and feasting on the human flesh. They aren't afraid, that's already one advantage they have against us. I step through the mess of carcasses and headed for the exit.

"Ichigo, Orihime" I shout one last time. No answer, just my voice echoing through the near empty mall. But I saw something extremely disturbing, sometime that scared me to the core. I've kept my equanimity thorough out these two days, but right now, my composure is crumbling. My legs and instinct tell me to make a run for it. I cannot, I don't know if I stopped in fright or I'm awestricken, either one I knew I would never survive this. My body soon trembles in fear as I slowly back away. Zombies, walking, everywhere… All coming for me, some have all for limbs, some crawling on the floor, and some headless. "What?" I whispered. Without a moment's hesitation, my fight or flight instincts kick in and I make a run for it, not knowing where to go. I see wandering zombies in the parking lot. "Fuck" I cursed\ as I ran into the lot. The zombies immediately catch the scent of my flesh and the urge to feed overwhelms them. They're slow, I can definitely out run them, heck, I can out walk them if I wanted to. However, the problem is the sheer multitude of them, the army of the undead. I hurry into a car, luckily the keys are in. Pulling out, I slam into a few zombies, closing the windows and locking the doors I drive. I can feel it, a zombie in the backseat of the car. It was just able to grab my neck, when I pulled a dagger from my waist with my left hand and stabbed its head multiple times, before severing its head from the neck. "Damn zombies, have to remember to check in the back of a car next time" I drive on the now deserted highway, zombies roaming between cars; the foul stench of the dead lingers in the air. I head for my suburban neighborhood, there, I will search for survivors.

I stopped the car in the middle of road that ran through the little town. It was abandoned, well; zombies of course roam the roads. I should check on my parents first I thought, but it was immediately disposed of once I saw something that closely resembled my mother roaming amongst the ranks of the undead. It's a small town, I can get everywhere within 15 minutes, walking. But where do I start first? The school, I finally decided, quickly I climb out the car and walked towards the middle/high school which was about two minutes from where I was.

It was a wreck, in ruins, it also had blood everywhere. And I mean everywhere; it was all a bloody massacre. "Hello?" I shouted in the main building, while a plan formed in my head. The people who are alive right now must have some sort of zombie killing skills, so if I can get all the survivors into the gym with some food, water and some people with weapons capable of defending then maybe I can save the lives of my friends and teachers. "Hello?" I shouted again. I heard a whimper, or was a cry; regardless I headed in the direction of the sound. It was coming from the girl's bathroom. Without hesitation I kicked the door open, scanning the small room, I find two people cowering in the corner, one is covered in blood. I immediately close and lock the door of the bathroom. "Taskui" I whisper.

"Where's Orihime, she didn't show up to for school two days ago, and this shit happened" she says

"Who's the other girl?" ignoring the question.

"I found her, when this fucking shit happened; I found her corner by a bunch of those things, so I saved her"

"Is she bitten?"

"I don't know, Where's Orihime?" she demands.

"I don't know, she was at the mall with me and Ichigo, but when the infection struck I lost them, I spent two days looking for them. But I just couldn't find them, god, what if something happens to them" I ask, composure breaking once again.

"She's with Ichigo?"

"Yeah, probably, Ichigo would never leave her"

"Then you don't need to worry. And plus, if you survived with all your zombie killing equipment, I'm sure Ichigo's fine and means Orihime would be fine"

"Let me see the girl" I answer suddenly.

"Why?"

"If she's infected we'll have to…" I didn't finish, but I'm sure she knew what I was going to say.

The girl walked towards me, she couldn't be over 10, and she was covered in blood. Not hers though, she doesn't seem to be infected, no bite marks. I'm guessing she was near zombies when they killed someone. "She's fine" I finally tell Taskui, I feel her letting out a sigh of relief. "Get up, we're going to search for survivors. I toss her a gun and a dagger that I carried out of the mall as extras.

"Thanks, she takes what I'm given her, and readies herself. I give the little girl a blade to protect herself as well. "I've gotta a plan, we have to round up all the survivors in the campus gym, lock all the doors, secure the windows, get them some food, some protection and some guards. I've figured if they've survived so far they have to have some sort of zombie killing instinct. I have to ask you to be one of the guards, when I'm not there; that way the survivors can actually make it out alive."

"Fine, we have to gather the people first, then weapons, then food and water, then you go do whatever you want and I'll stay behind"

"Fine with me, let's get out of this bathroom, we can't do anything in here" I said with confidence, kicking the door open, we storm out and prepare ourselves for what is to come.