Hiro stood over the body of his host father, a pistol in each hand. He had spent the last year laughing with him, crying with him, and living with him. Now, he was dead, leaving Hiro all by himself in a country that wasn't his.

"Hiro isn't showing any symptoms." He had overheard his host mother saying to his host father in the other room. "You have to evacuate him. He still has a chance."

"I can't just leave you and the kids behind!" Hiro heard his host father protest from where he was eavesdropping out in the hallway.

"Sweetie, you've got to know by now.." His host mother began weakly. "The kids and I aren't going to make it. Go, while you still can.."

"Grab all the canned food you can!" Hiro's host father was suddenly shouting at him, stuffing cans of peas and corn into a duffle bag. Hiro obeyed, grabbing a couple of cans of sliced carrots and dumping them into his school bag before his host father suddenly shoved him out the front door. "Go, go, go!"

Hiro ran after the searchlights in the city, his host father in tow.

Hiro froze momentarily as he heard gunshots, spinning around to see his host father shooting at the infected with pistols.

One of the pistols was suddenly dumped into Hiro's hands. "Come on, don't stop now!" His host father grabbed him by the shoulder.

Hiro ran ahead of his host father for what felt like an eternity. He glanced over his shoulder to see if the other male was still following him, and was surprised to see that he was not.

The raven haired male stopped dead in his tracks, staring his father figure kneeling on the ground with his head down, seemingly catching his breath.

Hiro hurried over to his host father, ready to help him back on his feet when the male suddenly jerked his head up, growling at Hiro with yellowish teeth and sunken eyes. Hiro stumbled back, realizing that his host father had turned.

The pistol fell from his host father's hand, which was turning gray along with the rest of his skin. The infected man staggered towards Hiro, who backed up against a dumpster.

Hiro's whole body trembled as he slowly raised his pistol at his host father. "Forgive me." He let out and squeezed his eyes shut tight. A gunshot followed.

Hiro opened his chocolate eyes in surprise, gazing down at the body of his now deceased host father. He was confused. He hadn't pulled the trigger.

Not waiting to figure out what had happened, Hiro grabbed the second pistol from near his host father's body, now armed with two.

He stared down at the man's body before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Now there was no one. He was all by himself in the United States.

Hiro suddenly heard rapid footsteps approaching. Thinking it was more of the infected, he tightened his grip on the pistols and opened his chocolate eyes.

What he saw was not an infected, but rather a healthy looking caucasian girl, several years younger than himself. She was wielding a severely damaged guitar, stained with blood. "Are you alright?!" She cried out.

Hiro didn't answer immediately. He watched as two middle aged adults ran up from behind the girl. A hispanic man with an axe and a caucasian woman with a shotgun.

"I.. Am alright." Hiro let out after a moment, staggering a bit.

"What's your name? Do you wanna come with us?" The girl asked.

"We don't have time for introductions." The woman said sternly. "We need to get to the evacuation center before it's too late."

"Guess you're coming with us." The man said to Hiro in a heavy Spanish accent as the woman turned down an alley, the brunette girl following her.

Hiro gazed at the body of his host father one last time. His eyes met those of the hefty Hispanic man. Hiro nodded, gripping his pistols, and ran after the females.