{So, were here. ParkerThomas, I got an answer for your question, but I thought I'd save that for another chapter, and let Mrs. Shizuka answer that. So, a bit late with this but here it is. Hope you enjoy.}

The sun was falling, the Sky's blue color fading to a yellow and purple. I walked the streets with that empty gun in my hand, and the feeling I left the horde with.

I had no idea where to go, maybe somewhere with a few guns and ammo. Or maybe just someplace to sleep.

There was a mountain full of stairs beyond me, very little dead men in its way. From what I know, the stairs could lead to a temple. Or a mall.

I walked up this lonely place, the stone made stairs still strong, even after the Apocalypse had destroyed everything in its path.

I could remember the stairs I sat upon, before it all happened. I was... Drawing. Drawing pictures to satisfy the one I hate. But then I met Takagi. She was one of those women you'd meet and fall for. In the moment, I mean.

But after that, I felt the impact of the students of Fujgima. There fear was more destructive then the apocalypse, though. They wanted to kill anyone and everyone just to live. Even there friends.

I met more of these people I would of called friends. Especially Mrs. Shizuka Nekonome. Then again, if I think about it, her names Marikawa. That's what I read on her name tag. But she still responded to Nekonome. Huh.

The courtyard of this temple was clean and silent, not even a fighting monk. Still, I don't think monks are as tough as they look in the movies.

Stepping on the clean slates, I could feel that who ever was here last took care of this spot real well.

The sky was dimming, and this was a place as good as any to rest. If not better.

I opened the doors, a loud creek and a slow opening. I was looking inside a place of worship, yet the worshippers were gone. Only me and the silence.

(Only us.)

I shut myself in, I knew they would come at some point, those things. They would walk the courtyard, searching for meat.

I grabbed the katana on the mantle, its blade sheathed in a blue hard iron. It was supposedly adorned with something holy, I would think. If it's in a temple, then that's what it was.

I unsheathed it, and looked at the steel. It was decorated with images, of cherry blossom leafs and green beads. It was a blade probably to do some ritual. But when I would use it, it would see blood.

I lit the fire place, and sat by it for warmth. I couldn't help but think of them. Alice, Takashi, Rei, Khota, Takagi, Saeko, and... Mrs. Shizuka.

I keep thinking of her, and it really hurts. I don't believe I've ever felt such a feeling before. But... I didn't want to think of that. Today has been rough. I would feel better if I would just close my eyes.

I sat on the floor, and I closed my eyes. I watched what dreams would come to me.

¥...∆...¥

The winds were cold and bitter, I could only see that within my classroom. The frost touched the windows, though barely reached inside.

I was... Drawing someone. It was different form the stuff I'd do. It was a portrait, a woman's. She was someone I knew while I was in America. She was sorta nice to me, till she saw what I was always drawing.

The portraits eyes widened without me even touching its eyes. It was frightened.

The pictures she saw... I didn't mean for her to see them. But she did. And she walked away from me. I hate these kinds of dreams.

But I felt two of these fingers under my chin, and they pulled my view to her. I looked at her again.

Her eyes brown, like the day I first saw them. Her hair fallen to her shoulders, how she always left it. And she still looked like a hipster.

Her lips curved. I could feel her pulling me in, and I could see her looking at me as if I satisfy her. What did I do to deserve this?

We kissed, in that classroom. Although I know this is a dream, but how can I leave? When the one who left me so long ago was there, right before my very eyes. Kissing me.

She lifted her lips from mine, and we looked into each others eyes. But then she faded away, and so did the class room.

There was the darkness. He was the one who took it all away from me. We looked the same, but he wasn't the same as me. He wanted me to suffer, to appease him.

"Come on, Freddrick!" He yelled "you know you had fun causing the blood shed. Don't tell me you want me to leave."

I yelled back "Get out of my head! You took everything away from me! You took her away from me!"

But he laughed at me, and said

"You really care? After all this time? You find a group of pretty girls to like you, yet you still want her? What will Mrs. Shizuka think?"

Oh man, he's right. I gave her that... That letter.

"Besides," he continued "you won't survive without me. Come on. Let me out of this cage again. Come on."

I shook my head, and looked at him. He just smiled.

"Fine. I'll just let myself out."

"What?! No!"

He flew out of the darkness, and left me within, like it was a cage. Though, it was my cage now.

¥...∆...¥

He awoke, in the temple. Darkly's eyes were horrifyingly satisfied. He smiled, and he held the blade in his hands.

"So this is what its like to have control."

He laughed, letting the blade out of its sheath. He walked out of the temple, to find a group of men armed and dangerous.

"Look," one if them said, pointing at Darkly. "Its some punk ass kid. What do we do?"

Yet Darkly had a better solution for that. He always did.

He ran the man through with the katana, blood dripping from the steel edge. The man gagged, and lost his breath.

"Jesus Christ!" One of the others cried.

Darkly laughed and said "let's do this."

He could hear someone pull a trigger, a shotgun round almost hit Darkly, but the aim of the shooter wasn't that great. Darkly smiled.

He threw himself at the gun man, and stabbed him too. The holy weapon felt blood, like it was suppose to.

"Khito, no!" One of them shouted.

Darkly yelled back "dine in hell!"

The man watched the boy run at him, the man tried to hit him with the steel pipe, but got his hand cut off. The middle aged man cried out in pain, grasping his wrist.

But Darkly had more to deal with. Better armed men.

One with a knife came at him, but Darkly raised the katana up, putting it through the knife mans skull. And he twisted the blade.

He looked at the other men, gasping in fear. Darkly said to them "hope your blood is curdling."

He threw the blade out, it flew through the air. Like a paper air plane. Except, it landed in the forehead of a man carrying a machete. Blood spurted everywhere.

There was another one, but he ran off.

The last man was the one without a hand. Darkly knew it. Darkly wanted him to watch.

He turned around to see the man held the shotgun of his friends in his last hand. And he pulled the trigger. The recoil was stronger only using that hand. But Darkly ran the katana into him, and pierced his heart.

The man coughed blood, but Darkly began to stab into him more and more. He looked like a major stab victim. Hell, he was.

Darkly laughed. The clean temple slate was covered in the blood of his kills. Darkly laughed. He finally had the joy he was looking for.

He felt his stomache. He could feel it bleeding, He could feel the hole. That bastard got him.

¥...∆...¥

'What the hell? What's this pain? How...'

I could feel the wound was warm from someone's shot. I was bleeding. I was hurting. I think... I was dying.

I saw the bodies everywhere. They were men's bodies. They were stabbed, cut, and bloodied. I could see some were stabbed once, some were stabbed multiple times. A man had his had cut off. He had a shotgun in his one last hand.

I held the katana, responsible for this. But now I was lying in a puddle of my blood, and there's too. I don't know what's going to happen. But that's when I could see them. Those things. They must of heard the battle, because now there here. Seeking blood.

They walked towards the temple. But I had to get there, and get inside before they do. Before I'm trapped out here.

I got up, the wound ached, but I had to get there. I walked as fast as I could, although something was telling me to lie down, and let them have me. As brave as I've acted, I'm not brave enough to let those things eat me.

I could feel my feet picking up the pace, they ran now. I was watching as the doors of the temple got closer. But so did those things.

I ran inside and closed the door, holding it shut. I could hear them pounding there hands on the door, trying to get inside. I locked the door, sliding the bar down into its place. It would hold, but not for long.

I walked further inside. I looked around, scents were burnt out but that wouldn't help me. Not in a time like this. I kept looking, looking for another room to shut myself in. Or escape through.

There was one. However, it was a storage room. All the unlit scents and such stood within, along with some food. And a few treasures to make some tourist wanna steal. But times like these... Money isn't important anymore.

I closed the door and put a barrel in front of it. Hopefully, it'll buy me more time. But... Maybe they won't even search for me. But then, I might just bleed out before they even find me.