Jiro the Human
Outskirts of the Human Village
His ankle was bloodied and bone was showing, no thanks to the Manic. Thank goodness for that. It had all happened very fast. A bunch of those Manic had laid waste to the Human Village in less than a week. It only became serious after the second night when they came in droves and started to break in through windows. That was the day Lily White started to fly across and warn the Human Village to board themselves in.
He wasn't in a good situation right now. He actually managed to escape the Human Village but in turn, he backed himself into a corner. He was outside, alone, and without any weapons. Even worse, it was almost night. He had to find something to hide himself in and fast. He could already see a speck flying over the Human Village and thought that it could only be Lily White making her announcement. He thought it pointless for her to come to the Village anymore, it was completely lost. In 30 minutes or so, the Manic, as she called it, would start coming out.
He didn't want to look back to the village that he had been born and raised in reduced to shambles. All the memories of the 20 years of his life, down the drain. His mother, father, girlfriend, and sisters. All dead in a matter of days. He ran away from his house when they were focused on feasting on his relative's dead bodies. He scratched his ankle deeply on the broken glass when he scraped his way through the window.
He knew that if he saw any Manic now that he would be dead. He couldn't run without an intense pain shooting through his leg. He could only limp. Then a noise rang out...
Grrrrrauuuu... It was Jiro's stomach.
"Ugh, I forgot to bring food." He said to himself.
He tried to ignore his growling stomach, hoping that he'd find some non-poison mushrooms on the way. Then he saw a small shack. No, correction: it was a small caravan. 'Hello! We're open!' was on the side door of the caravan and looking at the front, it was a snack bar. Jiro walked up to the side door and knocked.
"Hello?" Jiro called out. "Is anyone inside?"
He turned the doorknob and saw that it was unlocked. He smelled a foul smell from the inside. When he opened the door, he saw a dead body with a burnt hole in their forehead. Fire magic used for suicide. The man was probably shoved in here, as he looked like a Human Villager. Jiro lifted his yukata collar over his nose and looked in the cooler. There was a few wrapped squid buns and uncooked chicken. There were also several weird looking bottles with little orbs in the spout. He sniffed it and it smelled like lemon.
"Is this that Ramune they sell in the outside world?" He asked himself. "Huh..."
He looked at the cap and wondered how to open it. The cap was slightly indented and blue. He bit and tried to pull it off but to no avail. He tapped the side onto the serving table, but again no dice. Finally, he tried tapping on the cap. Increasing in power. It finally popped open and made a satisfying hiss. The smell of lemon took over his nose. He tipped over the spout and took a sip. It tasted delicious and it was still carbonated. He took the squid buns along with as many Ramune as he could in his left pocket. He closed the door and turned the sign to 'Sorry! We're closed!' He looked at the sky and realized that there would not be a lot of light left so he opened the door to the caravan again. He got the corpse by the legs and dragged it out. As its head hit the floor, he saw a huge spatter of blood from where the magic exited his head. There was a little burnt spot in the middle. He dragged it out and moved it to the trees. When he went back inside, he saw a futon wrapped up underneath the cooler that he didn't notice before. The man must have been a traveling caravan, giving snacks to tired workers all over Gensokyo. He felt a little sad for the man, he had been a hard worker after all.
He unwrapped the futon roll and covered himself. Jiro was just on the verge of sleep when he heard several shuffles of feet outside along with moaning. It was them. He made sure not to make any noise as they passed. The moaning grew louder and they almost sounded like they were fighting. Jiro then heard a sickening SPLAT! and ripping. They were feasting on the corpse of the man who had committed suicide. As long as they were preoccupied with him, they wouldn't bother him in the caravan.
He closed his eyes, and after a few minutes, went to sleep and dreamt about the Human Village.
*Yes, yes... An OC... sorry!