"BANG!!"

Nagatoro's heart shattered to pieces the moment she heard the gunshot. Her heart felt like a fragile glass nearly overflowing with liquid, this being the last drop to cause everything within her to collaps and spill right there, right now.

The girls eyes were overrun with tears that flowed across her cheeks before dropping on the floor, each one containing an immeasurable amount of pain within itself. The girl wanted to scream even more than she ever had.

But before she could let a single noise out, Gamo covered her mouth. "Shh. They're right outside." She whispered as she held Nagatoro tightly. It was not only an attemptn silence her, but also one to comfort and share the pain she was feeling.

Hayase entire body shook as she held onto Gamo's shirt tightly, pulling her in and holding her with all her might. All Gamo could do was simply hug her as tightly as she could.

The rest of the group simply collapsed on the floor in exhaustion, trying to regain the strenght they had lost during the chase. The three girls knew just as well as Gamo and Nagatoro. If it wasn't by the gunshot, it would've been by the Zombies. There was no doubt about it. Naoto Hachioji was dead.

"How... could this happen? He..." Hana's heart felt heavy at the loss of her friend. "He was so close. It was pure bad luck." The girls heart sunk as she held her hand agains her chest. "He didn't deserve this.

"H-Hana." Sakura stuttered as her whole body shook. It happened again. Someone had died in front of her once more. As if Riko and Haru weren't enough, fate had to come in and steal someone else from her. "Hana."

The girl turned to Sakura, noticing her eyes. There was a sense of emptiness within them, as if every single emotion within her had been draining for the past dew days, only a small droplets of what used to be there left. "Please. Help me get up." The girl looked up to Hana with a stare that could only be described as a call for help. A way out of so much pain as she reached out her hand.

Hana extended her hand towards Sakura, pulling her up from the ground. Sakura felt dizzy, her entire body wobbling as Hana dragged her upwards. The moment she felt like she was back on solid ground, the girl rushed into the bathroom, locking herself in. From what she looked like, Hana could guess what she would do in there.

Yoshi simply stared at the door, her eyes looking as guilty as her conscience felt. "It's always him... who takes the initiative. He always went ahead first, while I hung around in the back." Her conscience weight her down with the realization that trough all of this, Naoto was always the one in front. The one to speak up. He was almost always the first one to rush to someone's aid. "Why couldn't I be more like him? Maybe then, he would still be..."

The silence in the room was suddenly broken by a sound coming from the other side of the door. The girls thought things couldn't get worse. It couldn't go any lower.

"Crunch! Crack! Rip!"

Nagatoro could clearly hear it from the other side, seeing as she was closest to the door. Something was being broken and ripped on the other side. "What's that sound?" Yoshi asked. However, the rest of them had already figured it out. It wasn't something, it was someone. And they knew just who that someone was.

Nagatoro felt like she was falling deeper and deeper. "N-No... they can't be..."

Gamo grabbed the girl and held her tighter, hoping that her embrace would drown out the sounds of ripping skin and crunching bones from outside. Even if it hurt Nagatoro more than her, the mere imagination of what was going on outside twisted her stomach beyond belief. "And right in front of us." Gamo thought to herself as she closed her eyes, toughing it out as she hugged Nagatoro.

"This is too horrible!" The girl cried out, knowing that she was unable to unhear the sound of her love being mercilessly torn into nothing.

It had been hours since the incident occurred. Most of the girls simply sat inside the living room as they watched Gamo change from channel to channel on the Radio, trying to see if there was anyone out there willing to help them.

Despite it having been just hours, most of them knew sulking around wasn't going to help. If Naoto had given up his life in hopes that they'd make it here and get help, then they'd find help no matter what.

Nagatoro, however, was mindlessly walking around the house. "He'll come back. I know it. He wouldnt leave me." The girl repeated the same words to herself as she fiddled her twitching fingers around.

"Fucking Dammit!" Gamo yelled as she smashed her fist into the table out of frustration, swelling it up while leaving a dent on the wood. "It's been hours! Is there no one else but us?!"

"Gamo! Calm down. Getting angry isn't helping." Yoshi held the girls shoulder as she sat her back down. Gamo groaned out of frustration, before standing up from the table. "I'm taking a breather. Someone else handle this shit."

The girl stood up, before heading upstairs and lying down on the floor. "Calm down. You got this!" Gamo gave herself a slap on the cheek for motivation. Now that Naoto had left thing to them, it was her duty to step up as the oldest and take care of everybody. "It's what he would've wanted. He would've wanted me to protect them. Especially Nagatoro." She knew she had to see it trough, or his death would've been meaningless if they never made it out of here.

The girl lifted herself up, leaning on a door until she felt a handle, turning around. The girl curiously fiddled with the handle, before opening the door. It wouldn't hurt anyone if she took a look inside.

The room wasn't very big. There was a bookshelf in the corner full of Mangas next to a bed, as well as a TV in front of it. Besides a small desk and a few posters on the wall, the room didn't have much to show. Despite the room's lackluster design, Gamo instantly recognized who it belonged to. Something about the feeling she had being inside assured her. "Yeah... this is his room, all right."

The girl stepped inside as she looked around. It was surprising that, despite the world being a wasteland outside, the room was nice and tidy around every corner, bar a few books here and there.

Gamo picked up a few of them, sliding trough the pages. "Guess we were wrong about you." Gamo joked to herself at the realization that he had very little if no dirty books.

The girl looked down at the floor, noticing a small notebook on the floor. It didn't really seem like a manga, seeing as there was no cover. Gamo crouched down, picking it up and reading the title.

"My Diary: Naoto Hachioji"

He kept a diary? Gamo thought him to be a lot of things. A bit of a loner, a bit of a sheep, and a definite virgin with a smidge of badass inside himself. But despite it all, she never saw him as one to own a diary.

The girl looked at it, pondering if it would be a good decision to open it. This was his room, and his privacy. Gamo knew that he'd probably be blushing in heaven if he saw what she was doing. Before she could continue with her inner turmoil about wheter to read his diary or not, a voice spoke behind her.

"H-Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

Gamo turned around to see Nagatoro standing right outside the room, arms crossed. "Put everything back in order. He'd be bothered if he came back to find everything in the wrong order." Gamo simply answered by looking at her with confusion.

Come back? Was she talking about Naoto? He was gone, and she knew it. Everyone in the house knew it. "H-Hayacchi. What are you talking about? Didn't you hear that gunshot? Naoto is...-"

Nagatoro approached the girl, pointing her finger at her aggressively. "Don't you dare say he's dead! I know him! He'd never..." Nagatoro lowered her finger as her word got more and more cracked. "He'd never break his promise. He'll come back to me and fulfill everything he promised. Because if he doesn't, then I'll never forgive him!" Nagatoro yelled out, before clinching her fist and leaving the room. "He's not dead. He's not dead." The girl repeated to herself as she left.

Gamo looked back down at the diary, stuffing it in her pocket. Something within her told her that she shouldn't just leave it here when they finally find help. She put everything in the room back in order carefully, before walking out as well. "I'll leave the room tidy and clean for you, Paisen."

The next two days could only be described by the word 'uneventfull'. The girls had done absolutely nothing except listen in on the Radio constantly, switching from channel to channel at light speed. If they were away from it for a single second, they risked the chance of missing something important.

Even though it had been two days, the scars from that day would forever stay with them as the door resonated the smell of rot and decay. None of them even dared to try and imagine what was outside that door that caused such a horrible smell.

"There's nothing. Absolutely nothing!" Hana complained. The last two days had been hell for everybody due to the massive downspiral in morale. Nagatoro was still mumbling to herself as she blindly wandered around the house. She looked like a mindless ghoul to the others as she stumbled her way trough the day.

"Bzzzzz-He-bzzzz!"

"Wait!" Gamo yelled out. "I heard something!" The girl quickly flipped around the Radios channel until she found the signal again. "Bzzz-Hello? Anyone he-Bzzzzz!" The girls all surrounded the table as Gamo tried to adjust the antenna and find the right channel to fix the static, droplets of hope finally falling back into the glass of despair this house represented.

"Bzzz- This is a broadcasting message to anyone in Kazehaya! This message is for any and all survivors to hear! We are still alive! We are still strong! We offer you our help, so that we may all survive togheter!"

"..."

"..."

"...It... actually happened." Gamo shuttered out, her voice getting higher and higher pitched from the excitement of finally finding something, anything!

"We... we did it!" The girls all cheered as the voice from the radio began to repeat instructions on how to locate them.

"They really did do it. They left nothing." Gamo said as she stared at the floor, having gone outside the house for the first time in days. One the floor laid the ripped bag of Naoto along with the Axe he had used to protect everyone. It seemed like the Zombies weren't satisfied with just the outer layer, having left literally nothing behind.

Gamo picked up the Axe as she stuffed it in her backpack. "You did more than enough, buddy. Rest now, and leave it up to me. I won't disappoint you." Gamo said to herself, ready to take the mattress of 'Leader'.

"Is everybody ready?" The girl asked, looming back at everyone else as they packet their bags with their essential needs, ready to find the place they could hopefully call home.

"The girls all left the House, waving goodbye to the home of their guardian. Nagatoro was the last one inside as she looked behind her, smiling as she extended her hand. "Let's go, Senpai."

"Yeah. Let's go, Hayase."

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Final Notes: I wanted to write this chapter for those who were wondering what the in-between from Season one and the upcoming Season Two was like. I also just wrote it for those who wanted a bit more from this FanFic before I take a break from it. I won't be gone for THAT long, so you can expect the first chapter to the second season in about half to an entire month.

See ya then! And don't get bitten.