Chapter Fifteen: The House

Disclaimer: I don't own this anime and I will never own it so please quit suing me.

DM: Yes, I know that it was short. I didn't mean to but I had other things to do like getting ready for a big event.

Dragon: And I wasn't in the mood to write.

DM: That's because you don't know what's going on.

Dragon: Whatever.

DM: Anyways, thank you for reviewing. –watches Kilnorc give puppy dog eyes- I think that I'll put in a lot more chapters that is if I don't kill them all off first. Anyways, read, enjoy, and review.

Thanks to Serenity's great idea for the moment, they have been able to stay alive for a whole week. Unfortunately, food, weather, and luck weren't on their side. It had rained and the laptop got wet and quit working, even with Seto's help.

Yami's stomach growled for the second time that day as he followed his friends through a graveyard. "Does anyone else think that this is a stupid idea?" he asked rather quite loudly. The others ignored him. They would rather have some food than worry about where they were at the present time.

Bakura was dragging his feet and Ryou followed close behind. Both Marik and Malik were either sleep walking or they didn't care what they ran into. They were all hungry. The two yamis had created enough magic to give them separate bodies again but there was now a shortage of clothes too, so seven people became nine people again. Mokuba had to ride on his brother piggyback because he had caught pneumonia from the rain but was somehow healing.

As they were walking, everyone could've sworn that the ground was moaning. "Is it just me or is the dead people below us moaning as well?" Tristan had asked.

Bakura had stopped and put a hand on a tombstone. "Yeah, they are. For the love of Ra, why can't this all be a bad dream?" he complained. At that moment, a hand had reached out of the ground and grabbed his leg. Pulling itself up, a zombie had leaned in for a big bite of Bakura's leg. "SHIT!" he yelled and kicked it in its wormy face. Maggots had crawled out of the foot-sized hole in the skull and crawled all over the dead person's face.

Serenity threw up as she saw that and looked over to the rest of the graves. More and more dead were coming out of their six-foot deep beds and made their way towards the living group. She had screamed and ran to the guys as they were running as well. Serenity had fallen and looked over to see a dead child about to bite her when Tristan came and pulled her away. With a hand on her ankle, he had pulled her out of its grip but had gotten bitten in the process.

Mokuba had fallen out of his brother's grip and was also bitten on the arm. "Seto!" he cried out and covered his bite with his long sleeve.

Seto ran back over to his little brother and picked him up. "C'mon, move it!" he had shouted. The others ran away from the graveyard to an abandoned house. Breaking into the house, Bakura and the others, minus Seto, were boarding up all the windows and doors with what they could find. Laying Mokuba down, Seto went over to Tristan. "You just had to say something, didn't you?" he snapped. Tristan lowered his head and held up his hand. "Shit," he had mumbled and walked over to the couch where his brother laid.

Serenity had cried knowing that it was her fault that Tristan was dying. If she hadn't fallen, he would be all right and she wouldn't be feeling bad for killing him. "I'm so sorry Tristan," she choked out through her tears.

"Hey, it's not your fault. I had to do it because if I didn't, I would feel bad for leaving you behind. Besides, Joey would've been yelling at me if he was still alive," he said with a sad smile. He knew that his time was numbered and that he would soon turn and attack his friends and maybe succeed in killing them. This was not the right time to be them.

Mokuba felt a horrible pain in his arm where he was bitten. He didn't want to tell his brother because he didn't want to see Seto get upset and hysterical. He looked over and saw Ryou panting with his yami from running and boarding up the house so fast. Bakura was sitting on an old dusty chair, panting as if he had wolves chasing after him. Tristan was sitting next to a boarded up window trying to make his hand quit bleeding, Serenity was crying her apologies to him and Malik and his yami were trying to find their ammo for the guns. Yami had his head lowered as if he was crying or something. He wasn't hurt but he did look distressed.

Tristan hated the fact that he was dying. He wanted to make sure that all of his friends were safe before dying but now he wasn't able to do that. He looked over at Mokuba and saw that the preteen was pale and his eyes were blood shot. "Kaiba, get away from Mokuba," he had managed to say before dying. His eyes had closed and he let out his last breath.

Seto looked up at the dead teenager and raised his gun. At that moment, he felt two hands wrap themselves around his neck and a painful surge in his neck. Serenity screamed as she watched blood fall from his neck and cover his shirt. Throwing what bit him off, Seto saw it was his little brother. Mokuba had huge puppy dog eyes and had blood running down his mouth. "Mokuba?" Seto had asked before the little preteen lunged again. Malik shot Mokuba in the head and watched as the little Kaiba fell into his brother's arms. Seto felt his head lower and saw no more. Malik raised the gun again and blew the CEO's brains away.

Bakura and Ryou were standing up by that time and had backed up from the dead brothers. Ryou felt something grab his leg and felt like his whole leg had been ripped off. Tristan was taking bites out of the poor boy's leg as Ryou screamed. Bakura looked down as soon as Ryou started to scream and saw Tristan ripping flesh off of the leg of the white haired hikari and eat it. "Get the fuck off of him!" Bakura had shouted and kicked Tristan off of Ryou. Ryou had collapsed and saw in horror that he could see his leg bone. Marik closed his eyes. BANG BANG with two shots, two of his friends were dead. "RYOU!" Bakura had shouted as he fell to the ground.

Yami put a hand on Bakura's shoulder in sympathy and felt the exact same pain that he had felt when Yugi died. "I'm sorry Bakura," he whispered and turned to leave the tomb robber to his broken mind. Two yamis were without hikaris and there were only four people left. How can they survive now?

DM: I'm going to get more flames, I know it.

Dragon: Well, I'm sorry but you did write it.

DM: Well, all's fair in love and fics. Please review!