It was getting darker and darker out, and as the sun began to sink into the horizon. Groans and the sound of slow moving footsteps got louder as the undead took over the night once more. I couldn't help but be confused when had I pulled the trigger? I couldn't remember. The biker who was still pinned under the machine stared at me with wide eyes and all I could see was stunning emeralds but the emotion within them I knew not.

"Nice shot." Kiyohime voiced to me but I ignored her, it was already crazy enough that I could almost see her clapping with applause. "So you saved her, so what, what if she's the biker from last night?"

"What if she's not?" I retorted, my eyes never leaving the trapped figure.

"It doesn't matter if she's not but if she is then what?" I ignored her once more and I could feel she was getting fed up with that. I didn't practically care if she was or not. I tried judging if I should go to her or not, she seemed in pain I knew that much but why was she staring at me like that?

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I felt like I was in a staring contest with the way she just kept looking back, then again I'm sure I had been looking at her longer then I should of. I watched her lips move like she was talking to someone and I looked around to see if there was in fact another person around, but I saw none. I really wished she wouldn't stare at me like she was confused, what the hell was there to be confused about. I heard faint groans in the distance and a low whimper actually came from my mouth. Since when was I scared shitless of the ugly bastards? The aching in my limbs reminded me why, because I was pinned down by my god damn bike. It was when I saw the first of many limpers from a whiles away that I realized what she was confused about.

My eyes widened and I looked back at her with panic in my eyes. She was debating on helping me or not! I started struggling against my bike again when the realization hit me, there was no way in hell I would become Zombie chow! I heard an ear piercing shriek, back towards the where the limpers were and I froze my blood running cold. I knew she could see even more fear in my eyes now because when she looked over to where the sound came from it looked like she was scared too. It wasn't every day you came across a Shriekers, but oh boy when you did you were fucked.

"Uh…" I uttered watching them come closer. "Uh hey! Hey! What are you just standing there for help me!" I yelled to her, she looked back at me seeming surprised. Maybe I seemed unreal to her who knows. She just stared at me again and her lips moved once more.

"Shit shit shit!" I squirmed and tried reaching for my pistol again reaching with all my might. "Come on come on!"

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"If you're going to help her it's now or never."

"I guess you're right." I sighed and raised the 50. Cal up once more and zoomed in on my scope for the beast I had heard earlier…that we both heard. I spotted it in the crowd of limpers slowly making their way to the girl. Shriekers weren't something to mess with their loud screams could cause you to become deaf if they were close enough to you. There were even some cases when the outbreak first started that their screams could scramble your brains and kill you.

I let out a slow breath and got the scope focused on the center of it head. It hideous face was contorted in a decaying face of fury, its mouth laid open wide, its jaw unhinged allowing its powerful screams to be heard. No one really knew how they were able to do that but no one really bothered to find out, we just ran away or pulled the trigger. I decided to pull mine and the snipers kick back was a bit rough but I ignored it. The bullet lodged its way into the Shriekers skull just like the last Zombie and went down in a heap.

"Uh.. Nice shot and all but can you GET THIS FUCKING BIKE OFF ME!"

"My my what language."

I blinked and looked down at the stranger, she really did have a set of lungs on her. I look into the distance where the Zombies were getting closer…and faster? My eyes widened as I watched them begin running they weren't limpers at all. The sky was growing darker and more groans and shuffling was getting louder. I grabbed my pistol and left the 50. Cal on my platform before climbing down the prong ladder as fast as I could.

I nearly tripped over my own two feet several times as I hustled as fast as I could down to where she was. "Behind you!" She yelled to me and just as quick as I heard it I turned and shot the monster which almost got me I ran faster and faster taking down Zoms as I went until I finally reached her I skidded to a halt and didn't waste any time. I handed her, her pistol and started lifting with all my might it was quite a heavy bike. A few shots rang out as she kept the undead at bay and all I could hear was groans surrounding us, and the beating of my heart.

When I finally managed to get the bike off her I pulled her up and we sloppily ran away. Her legs were weak and battered from the bike and the Zoms weren't making things any easier. "Shit!" I heard her cuss turning around there she was on the ground she had been tripped by a crawler its boney fingers pulling on her ankle trying to bring her closer to its mouth. I released a bullet into it head grabbed her by the collar of her sweatshirt and dragged her back to the billboard. We climbed the prongs as fast as we could Zombies swarming the area beneath us. It wasn't until we were sitting on the platform panting did we finally relax a little.

"Christ almighty." huffing the biker looked down at the swarm of Zombies groaning and pushing each other trying to get to them. "Take that you ugly bastards!" She then began shooting multiple zombies down with the rest of her adrenaline. It was only now that I could get a good look at her. She was tall and well-built from what I could tell through her black and red sweatshirt and dark blue jeans, though I could guess I was taller. Her skin was pale and contrasted nicely with her midnight black hair with a tinge of blue in it, and her emerald eyes. Her face held a scowl and her red lips pursed in a slight pout, in other words I could only describe her as stunning and adorable.

"Isn't that your combat knife?" Kiyohime whispered in my ear drawing my attention to her belt which held the large army knife neatly. I quickly drew out my pistol and pointed at her head pulling back the hammer on it until it clicked while she was distracted. The sound of the click made her slowly turned to face me, her face dead serious and stern.

"So we meet again." I began seeing her eyes widen slightly. "but I believe this time I have the upper hand ne?"

"What will you do shoot me?" A small smirk displaced across her lips.

"Perhaps but maybe I'll shoot your knee caps and watch you fall to your demise to the hoard below?" I guess she liked the first option more because her smirk quickly turned into a frown, but then it returned into a smirk once more.

"Come on you wouldn't do that would you, what would be the point of risking yourself to save me if you were just going to kill me?"

"Perhaps I wanted the thrill? Or maybe get to enjoy killing you myself." I had to admit that the girl did have a point. However it would be a shame to kill off such a pretty face. "You did leave me for stranded if I remember correctly taking all my food and other supplies."

"It's a dog eat dog world I did what I had to."

"Good then you'll understand why I'm going to kill you." I smiled at her watching how her smirk once again vanished her emotions so easy to read on her face.

"How about no one dies eh? You'll just be all alone again right? How about we join up? Like you said the other day?" Her eyes were hopeful that much I knew but I wasn't sure if I could trust her. I kept my pistol pointed at her head for a few minutes debating if I should agree, it really would be nice to have someone to talk to. It wasn't until a loud grumbling interrupted my thoughts as a now red and embarrassed girl was grinning sheepishly at me that I couldn't help myself but to laugh.

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She was interesting I'll give her that, and well absolutely beautiful as well. Her long honey hair, her radiant crimson eyes and full lips to her pale skin. Her body was slender with curves in all the right places and long legs, and her voice that was a whole other story. It sounded like sweet honey while she spoke to me, I would have been nervous perhaps even blushing if it wasn't for the fact that the beauty in front of me had a gun in my face and plans of my death.

I tried being serious with my proposal and waited patiently for her response however my stomach wasn't as patient and grumbled loudly her eyes no longer looking into space where now focused on me until she busted out laughing and I couldn't help but laugh as well. It was just too funny how one moment we were all serious and something as little as that could make the tension die instantly. I was happy to see her lower her pistol and put it away. She then sat down and started rummaging through her bag pulling out a can of spaghetti O's tossing them to me, along with a can opener.

"Thanks." I began opening it and found it funny. In the bags I had stolen from her she had a lot of can foods but also about 20 can openers, I guess she found them pretty important but then again there were better than ruining your knife to stab open a can like I had use to do. It was impressive how much she had ended up collecting in supplies. She had a lot of can foods and a ton of tea but also things that didn't go bad like crackers and salted meats which I had guessed she had done herself since she had a lot of salt with her. She had found tons of bottles of painkillers and antibiotics that were for bronchitis or other infections with a shit load of bandages. Frankly I was impressed by her talent to collect so many things but then again I'm sure it had taken a long time to collect it all.

She would be a very good asset though that was for sure, when I got to where I needed to go well then I could wave goodbye and live out my days. I looked over at the woman who was enjoying her own can of food, but that wasn't what caught my attention it was the blood that was soaking through her shirt. Had she gotten bit? Well fuck that ruined my plans. Slowly I picked up my own pistol and pointed it at her drawing my own hammer back. I know she heard me pick it up before I drew the hammer back because she was already looking at me with serious eyes.

"Lift up your shirt." I asked my voice hard. She didn't seem surprised, in fact she just sat there smiling at me.

"Ara, yes I believe I'm bleeding. I was hoping to finish my meal first before taking care of It." she said placing her can down on the metal platform. "You have no need it's not a bite neither is it a scratch."

"What is it then?" I only lowered my gun slightly so it wouldn't be pointing at her face.

"I got it when I crashed, I believe my gear shift did it but I'm not sure. I had finally closed for the most part, while until I had to save you." She began pulling off her black jean jacket and then the white shirt that had a large stain of blood on it, she then removed the dirty bandages. If it wasn't for the nasty gash on the side of her abdomen and a few scars on her arms and shoulders she'd be flawlessly beautiful. I could feel my cheeks growing hot and looking away only to hear the chiming of her giggles.

"My my someone's shy."

"S-shut up." great I stuttered…

"My name is Shizuru." She pouted as she rummaged through her bag and pulled out some bandages and peroxide she cleaned it and readied herself before pulling the bloody shirt back on, I guess she hadn't found knew clothes yet, but I still had hers I guess I should give her, her stuff back eh?

"Whatever." Huffing I place my pistol back down and put the safety on.

"And yours?"

"And my what?"

"Your name silly." She smiled at me and I blushed once more which unfortunately for me seems to only humor her more.

"Natsuki." I grumbled throwing my can of spaghetti O's off the platform at the Zoms below. I had to admit using a billboard as a safe house was a pretty good idea, though if it rained or snowed you where fucked.

"That's a beautiful name."

"erm…thanks."

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This was interesting very interesting. Having another human body right beside you sleeping calmly it was pure bliss. This Natsuki was a walking heater, and since the platform was rather small she had no choice but to sleep next to me. She was hesitant at first but she finally caved after some coaxing, and now I could watch her lovely pale face, she look like an angel that could pull me out of my loneliness with just the blush of her cheeks. I couldn't help but be absolutely fascinated with her, I found myself staring at her all day, every expression every movement of her lips every shift of her body. I think she noticed but she hadn't said anything she probably understood, it had been a year or so since I had interacted with someone that wasn't trying to eat my flesh.

We had talked a lot and even if she was stubborn and a hard ass I knew she enjoyed it just as much. We had learned quite a bit from our first talk while we snacked on the candy I had found. She like me hadn't seen anyone since she ran from her home, she said she had escaped from the basement which I found odd, perhaps she had a refurbished bedroom in the basement. I also learned that she was about 18 as to me being 19, or maybe I was 20 now I hadn't kept track of the months as the world crumbled to the might of the undead.

"Nn…" She grumbled beside me tossing and turning quickly, I could only guess her every dream was haunted like mine with when the day our world went to hell. I placed a cautious hand on her head running my fingers gently through her beautiful tresses, she was so soft. I couldn't help but be immersed in the feeling of her, it had been so long since I have got to touch another so long…I sighed blinking back the tears that were threatening to spill over my eyes, god I was so sick of crying. However this time it was from shear happiness to be able to touch another person, to her another person's voice and see their emotions.

Even though I was touching her, it was still hard to believe this all wasn't a dream. I had wish for so long to find someone I could spend my days with, and by the other day when I had woken up in that grubby holding cell I was sure I would die from loneliness before the undead could kill me.

"Thank god I found you." I whispered moving closer to her. She seemed to have calmed down now from her nightmares and I was glad to be able to help, I kept my fingers running through her hair though until I was sure her nightmares wouldn't bother her again tonight.

"I'm sorry." she whispered hoarsely, as I watched tears stream down her cheeks her eyes still close and her still asleep. "I'm sorry everyone, forgive me." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, what had she to be sorry about? It wasn't her fault that everyone had died that the world had crumbled to hell.

"What are you sorry for?" I whispered knowing she couldn't hear me. "You're just a girl…"