*laying on the ground, dramatically* ...it's harder than I thought... to write this chapter. However, I actually find it challenging. A good kind of challenging.

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RATED: M [Mature]

READ ME: Characters death; heavy violence; blood; gores; dark themes; monsters; disturbed details; yaoi, and languages [You have been Warned] *will add a new tag in this later story*

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Location: Namimori, Japan

Sawada Resident

Date: October 3rd

Time: Morning of 5:37

Three weeks. It has been three weeks since the outbreak. Three weeks since his mother left for a quick errand. All alone in the house for three weeks, never attempt to leave the house. Especially when he saw a handful of undead creatures walked by. It was very fortunate for him that none of the walking dead noticed him. So far.

However, the food is running out and the water pipes are no longer functional. Anything electric-related is long gone and useless in this house. He had to depend on the matches, lighters, flashlights, and candles. Although, he has to use it wisely since he doesn't know how long he supposes to stay hidden in this large house on his own. He has been waiting for his mother to return, waiting for any signal, anyone alive to come by.

However, nothing. It's been three long, hard and slow weeks for him. Tsuna sighed softly as he snuggled his blanket that he wrapped himself in, against the wall in the living room. Waiting. He couldn't bring himself to read his favorite manga, nor do anything active but just sit there and wait. It's a lonely waiting game for him.

His caramel-eyes glanced at the living room quietly for the umpteenth times. Nothing much changed except that windows are covered with curtains. He would never think this is happening to him, to these people, and this world. Undead, the zombies are supposedly fictional. They were made for entertainment to scare people and just laugh it off because it was just stories. Yet… they exist right now in this world. Those creatures eat humans and not only that, they are fast. Which is slightly different from the stories. They don't eat brains, instead, they eat flesh from human beings.

Tsuna remembered clearly on the second day since the outbreak that he has witnessed his neighborhood got attacked and eaten by a couple of zombies. After seeing that, he lost his breakfast and remain sick for a while. The petite boy shivered in fear and nervous as he pulled his blanket close to him. It was lucky for him that he was able to heed the warning before the power outages. Just in time. Otherwise, he would've left the house and became one of them. Or in their stomach.

He sighed softly, break the eerily silence house. Just how long is he going to wait? At this rate, he will starve to death. Maybe he should do something. Maybe he should go out and find his mother. He hopes his mother is safe and hide in the safety shelter somewhere in Namimori. His mother must be very worried about him, that he is sure of.

Then, slowly he started to resolve himself. 'Maybe… maybe it's time that I should go and search for my mother.' He mused with determined. Tsuna unwrapped his blanket, stood up and went upstairs to his bedroom to grab his travel backpack. 'It's a good thing I've played zombies video games, at least, I know how to pack what it needs in order to survive.' Who would've thought that playing video games would surely teach him something to prepare for this zombie apocalypse world.

'Okay, first thing first… a travel backpack.' Tsuna walked inside his bedroom with a flashlight in hand. He set the object on his bed and walked to his closet. He searched through until he spotted a grey travel backpack for vacation. His mother has a matching one. Tsuna's eyes lowered with worried about his mother, then he shook his head. He already moped and worried about his mother for the past three weeks, this time. He'll do something, and he will find her.

Tsuna grabbed his backpack, unzipped and put it on his bed. 'Now… next, I need illumination… so, I have a flashlight, so I will need to pack sets of extra batteries, candles, matches, and a lighter. Next, paracord, mask, and duct tape. Throw blanket, poncho, and of course, food rations which are in the kitchen.' He mused while gathered supplies he needs from his bedroom, from the hallway closet, bathroom, and even from his mother's bedroom.

The petite boy paused when he saw a photo in a frame on top of his mother's dresser. He stared at the picture, it was his mother and him when he was a few months old babies. Tsuna walked toward the photo, picked up and took the photo out of the frame. He carefully examined his smiling mother and walked out of the bedroom to his room.

Tsuna put his photo in the backpack's pocket. 'Alright… ah, that's right. I need to grab a water bottle.' But, first thing, first before he leaves his bedroom. He went to change his clothes into more comfortable that suit the environment.

After Tsuna changed his attire, he wears w loose orange long-sleeve u-neck shirt with white number twenty-seven on the back, blue jeans, white socks, gray sweater over his shirt with zipped up, and white and orange sneakers. He grabbed his travel backpack and flashlight and leave his bedroom to the kitchen carefully.

'Now… I need to pack some food, water bottles, and… let's see… oh! And first aid kit!' Tsuna found a small packet of dried fruit, and a couple of packs of crackers, and three sealed water bottles. Once he was satisfied when he searches thoroughly in the kitchen. He went to the bathroom down the small hallway and grabbed a small box of first aid kit. 'Should I take the aspirin?' he mused as his eyes found a small bottle of aspirin in the shelf. 'Maybe I should. Medicine is important.' He grabbed it and left the bathroom.

Finally, after double-checking the supplies he packed on his own. He was sure that he is ready to leave. 'Except one thing…' he almost forgot. He needs something to defend himself. After a few minutes later, he is settled with a boning knife and fillet knife since they both are strong and light-weight enough for the petite boy.

Tsuna is now standing in front of the door with a deep inhaul. Last time he stared at the door was when his mother left for a quick errand. He closed his eyes, took another breather then placed a mask to covered half of his face. He walked to the door, reached for the doorknob, and prepared himself to fight or flight out in the dangerous world. 'I will find you, mama.' He mused with determined, even though he is scared shitless.

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Hide and Run!

Arc I: Survival in School

Danger Two

"Saviors!"

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Namimori Park

Time: Morning of 9:05

What the hell was he thinking? This isn't a shounen manga! He is not the main character who suddenly have crazy power to fight this apocalypse world on his own. Why did he think he can do this? He only wants to find his mother and be in a safe zone with her. However, he couldn't do it. Hell, he can't even go back to his home since he stupidly left the gate open and now, the zombies are crawling in and out.

GGGGRRROOOAAANNNN…

Tsuna twitched in nervous as he is hiding behind the bushes in the playground. His caramel-eyes glanced around in cautioned and fear. That sounds he has gotten used to right away whenever he hears them. He shudders when he could feel them coming closer, limping away. 'Maybe I should've stayed home and waited for the signal…' he cried miserably. He thought he could do this but facing this harsh reality that hit him in the face made him realize that this isn't a story. It's a reality and he could seriously die if he isn't careful. 'I need to get away and hide somewhere more safe and secure.' He mused, and he hopes he could find any survivor.

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Namimori Middle School

Time: Morning of 9:32

It's only been three weeks and yet it looks like the school building has been in the war itself for months. The gate is closed with extra chain and padlock for precaution. There are a small number of zombies crawling around, the windows and doors outside of the building are obviously covered with boards, desks, chairs, and cabinets. Most of the windows are broken, luckily, it was covered with wooden boards to prevent the undead to climb through.

Inside of the building was chaos. The first floor is covered with blood, trashes, missing a few clothing articles, a lone shoe near the door, desks and chairs are pushed against the doors far down the hallway. The second floor was less mess but still, have chairs and desks scattered around and trash littering left and right. The third level was semi-clean but not perfect as it is used most of the time by the survivors. On this floor, there are few classrooms opens, except one of the classrooms is used as 'meeting' which used to belong to 'Disciplinary Committee'. However, it was renamed as 'Apocalypse Survivors' room. In Apocalypse Survivors room, there are two couches; facing each other with a coffee table in the middle, a leather rolling chair is close to the couch a fancy desk was pushed against the wall in the corner of the room, a few chairs stacked up next to the desk, a couple of bookshelves are against the wall next to the door and another next to the window of the other side of the room, a cabinet that is used for documents and such are gone and now filled with necessary and important supplies.

There are ten survivors in this room, a sixteen years old handsome boy with short black hair with a fringe that joins at the center of his face, sharp gray eyes, fair skin, and he wears a white long-sleeved shirt, black pants, black shoes, and a black gakuran top worn on his shoulders. His named is Hibari, Kyoya, the former leader of the Disciplinary Committee, and he is currently sitting on top of the desk while glaring out the window. Next, is a fifteen years old boy with short white hair, gray eyes, tanned skin, and a scar on his left temple. He wears a matching dull red jersey with a white shirt, an adhesive bandage on his nose, and sports tape around his arms to his knuckles. His name is Sasagawa, Ryohei, the former captain of Boxing Club, and he is sitting one of the couches.

Next to him, is his little sister who is thirteen years old, with a slender and short build. She has short golden brown hair, bright golden-brown eyes, fair skin, and she wears a white formal shirt, a dark sweater vest with a red bowtie, a gray skirt, black knee-high socks, and brown shoes. Her name is Sasagawa, Kyoko, the former Popular Idol in school. Next to her, is her best friend who is fourteen years old. She has long, wavy black hair, brown eyes, slightly tan skin, and she wears matching schoolgirl uniform, except the bowtie is long gone and sleeves are rolled up and her sweater are tied around her waist. Her name is Kurokawa, Hana.

Across the couch, three are sitting down. One on the left is a fourteen years old boy who has spiky black hair, black eyes, tanned skin, and he wears a white shirt unbuttoned, blue shirt, black pants, white sneakers, and his name is Mochida, Kensuke, he is a former Captain of Kendo Club. Next to him is a thirteen years old girl who is a slender and short build. She has dark brown hair which is worn in a ponytail, light brown eyes, and fair skin. She wears Midori Junior High uniform and was founded by one of the survivors a while ago. Her name is Miura, Haru. Next, to her, a fourteen years old boy with red hair, wears glasses covered his green eyes, tanned skin, and thin build. He wears formally school uniform that he was one for the students that go to private school, he was founded by one of the survivors a while ago as well. His name is Irie, Shoichi.

Next is a fourteen years old handsome boy who is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed next to the door. He is a foreign boy who happened to be visiting Japan for sightseeing, he has long silver hair that reached his shoulders, sharp green eyes, pale skin, and he wears a punk-style outfit. He wears a black long-sleeve shirt, unbuttoned, white tank top, dark ripped jeans with red studs belt, black sneakers, black, white, and red leather bracelets, a couple of silver rings in his left pinky and right index finger, and a black small bag that strapped over his shoulder. His name is Gokudera, Hayato.

Next is another a tall fourteen years old charming boy who is standing a few feet away from the couch with a false smile on his face. He has short, spiky black hair, large brown eyes, sun-kissed tan, and wears school uniform. He wears a white formal shirt underneath a black sweater with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, gray pants, and white sneakers. He is carrying a metal baseball bat over his shoulder. His name is Yamamoto, Takeshi, he is a former baseball star player.

And lastly, a fifteen years old boy who has black hair in interesting hairstyle, sharp black eyes, tanned skin, and wears properly uniform. His named is Kusakabe, Tetsuya and he is a second-in-command and loyal to Hibari, Kyoya. Tetsuya is sitting on the leather chair with a paper on the clipboard and a pen in his other hand. "…and with the number of bandages and alcohol should last months as long as we're careful not to injure ourselves." He informed the survivors calmly.

Hana leaned back with furrowed eyebrows. "And how long we'll last the food ration?"

"To Irie-kun's calculations, it will last us a month." Tetsuya answered as Shoichi fidgets nervously.

Kyoko frowned with concerned. "The winter is coming soon, and it'll be very cold to go on a run supply. Would it be best to get more food that could last a little bit longer than a month?" she asked with curiosity.

"Hahi! Not only that, we need winter clothes too." Haru added as she and Kyoya exchanged their glances with determined.

Tetsuya hummed. "I can understand both of them. We'll need to get those as soon as possible before we'll get common cold and cold virus. We can't risk that." He jolted down on the paper.

"So, who will go on a run supply this time?" Hana asked with wondering.

Tetsuya glanced over at his leader/friend then back to the rest of the survivors. "This time, only three people will go." He held up a hand to stopped them the protected from their mouths. "Before you protect, last night when Kyo-san went on a portal. He has noticed there are seven zombies on the courtyard."

"Wait, seriously?" Kensuke speaks up with disbelieved. "There used to be four, so how the hell did the number go up? Where did those fuckers come from?"

Gokudera narrowed his eyes at this news then glanced at Hibari. Tetsuya sighed. "We don't know yet. We tried to investigate earlier this morning, but we couldn't afford to attract any attention from zombies. We can't let them know that we are here." He explained.

"That's understandable. We've been quiet down for a while and so far, none of them has any 'knowledge' that we're alive." Hana said as she used quotation marks in the air. "So, let's say we are letting a group of three, who and why?"

Tetsuya glanced over at Shoichi. "It's actually his idea, will you explain to them?"

Shoichi gulped when all attentions turned to him. He took mentally inhaled and exhaled. "Well… I suggested Hibari-san, Yamamoto-san, and Gokudera-san go on a run supply this time. T-the reasons are… well, Hibari-san has resilience, endurance, and fast reflexes. Plus, he has experiences with fighting with tonfas. Perfect close-range combat. Next, is Y-Yamamoto-san is a rather very skilled mid-range combat with his baseball bat, a natural quick reflex, and good stamina. It helps that he is an athletic. And lastly, Gokudera-san, w-well, I've noticed that he is a rather intelligence fighter, with both mid-range and long-range combats, with his swiss arrows and not only that, he has some explosion bomb that could use for distraction in a case for emergency. Three of them would b-be enough for a mini army and to be able to get supplies." He explained his reasoning that met a few approval nods and glances.

"What about Sasagawa-sempai?" Takeshi asked with curious as he tilted his head while Ryohei is wondering why he won't be included in the group.

Shoichi cleared his throat. "W-well, Sasagawa-san is skilled with brass-knuckles and very persistence fighter. Which makes him an excellent guard here while a group goes on the supply run. Plus, Mochida-san will guard as well so…"

Tetsuya nodded his head. "Which is a compromise. Sasagawa-san and Mochida-san are both fighters along with both Shoichi-san's and Kurokawa-san's intelligent are strong enough for a while until three of you return from the errands."

Ryohei nodded his head with a tired grinned on his face. "Sounds extremely great." He understood as he doesn't want to leave his little sister anytime soon. While his sister is relief that her brother will be staying even though she is worried about others.

"Sasagawa-san will be paired with Kurokawa-san, Team A. While Mochida-san will be paired with Shoichi-san, Team B. Team A will be patrol on the first level while Team B is on the second level. I will take the rooftop." Tetsuya said, then glanced at two young girls. "Kyoko-san and Haru-san will take care of the rations as usual." Two girls nodded their head with understanding. "And lastly, Kyo-san, Yamamoto-san, and Gokudera-san, Team C, supply run. Everyone understand?" all heads nod with knowledge. Tetsuya stood up. "Then meeting dismissed." He turned around, walked to Hibari while rest except Hayato and Takeshi, left the room.

Tetsuya glanced at Hayato and Takeshi. "Now, here's the list we need, it's fine you can't get it. There's always next time." He said as he took out a small paper that is listed on it, handed to Hayato who grabbed it not unkindly and overlook. "Best to leave right now, can't afford to waste daylight."

"Tch." Hayato clicked his tongue and walked out of the room and Takeshi nod his head at Tetsuya and followed the silver-haired boy.

"Please be careful, Kyo-san." Tetsuya knew that his leader is strong, but it wouldn't hurt to say it. Hibari gracefully jumped off the desk and walked out of the room calmly. He watched his friend left until he was out of his sights. Tetsuya sighed softly as his eyes lowered to the ground. It has been gruesome and terrible three weeks since the outbreak. In the beginning, it was semi-organized with students and teachers until the chaos breaks out on the second week that caused so much loss and death. He shook his head, locked away his memories and walked out of the room.

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Namimori Market

Time: Morning of 10:47

Tsuna eyeing at one of the stores that should have some of the food. He may have enough that last a few days, but he knew he has to get more foods since the winter is coming. His caramel-eyes glanced around in the eerily, silent and empty market street. He thought it was strange there aren't any zombies around, however, he remembered that this is a small town. Tokyo, over, is a large city and wouldn't be surprised if it filled with so much undead creatures. 'I better go there before any of them comes. Best to do it now before it's too late.' He mused as he leaned close to the wall with caution. 'It's so…suspiciously quiet though. Although it should be a good sign, but, something isn't right.' He mused with concerned, nervous, and afraid.

"I don't have a choice though…" Tsuna mumbled to himself, resigned. He inhaled with every ounce of his courage as he held onto his backpack straps firmly. Slowly, he released his breath as he walked with alerted to one of the stores and found the grocery store.

The petite boy walked through the broken glass door, carefully avoid hitting any stray objects littered on the ground. He glanced around, the store itself was a huge mess, as if a tornado came through left and right and vanished. Tsuna shook his head, his eyes glanced around in hope to find any edible foods. He grimaced when he saw molded and expires fruits and vegetables.

Slowly, and carefully walked through one of the aisles as avoiding the shattered pieces of glass and empty boxes and bottles. His caramel-eyes scanned the mostly empty shelves. 'I guess anyone grabbed any edible foods since it's one of the most critical things in this situation. Even the foods they dislike, couldn't afford to be picky.' He mused, then he realized something. 'Most of the upper shelves are mostly empty but not the bottom…' he paused, carefully bend down on his knees and lowered his head.

Feeling triumphed when he saw a packet of cookies with two different flavors, both vanilla and chocolate. He immediately reached for it, grabbed it and slid his backpack off. He unzipped it, placed a packet in and start searching for anything at the lower shelves.

So far, he has found a jar of peanut butter, some granola bars, protein bars, and a couple of small bags of potatoes chips flavor. It's a rather lucky day for him to be able to get this much of foods, he zipped up his backpack and placed it back on. 'Maybe I can check out more of this place for a bit. I might find something useful other than foods.' He mused as he stood up carefully and walked down the aisle quietly.

Play: [Hollow Men by Kurosaki Moan] *Feel free to Replay*

Tsuna turned the corner when he reached at the end but jerked back with a paled face as he slapped his hands to cover his mouth. Refused to make any sounds as his body is shaking with fear.

GRRRR…

He could smell the disgusting foul as his ears perked up at the deep grunt and groan from the undead creature. The petite boy closed his eyes, he felt like kicking himself, he didn't pay attention to the scent nor the sound. He was to focus on finding foods, that was his mistake. Tsuna carefully leaned back, turned his head and tilted at the corner. It's definitely one of the zombies, this is his first time seeing up so closely.

It was horrifying that he was petrified at the sight of it. The creature was a policeman, its jaws dislocated, showing its torn tongue and blood tainted teeth, and the knee was dislocated with a bone kneecap torn out of the skin. Tsuna shudders in disgusted and forced himself to turn away with teary eyes.

GRRRRRR… CRRAACCKKKINNGGGG….

The policeman zombie staggering in the corner of Tsuna's eye while his heart was beating fast and loud. The sounds of cracking bones nearly made him flinched. Slowly, carefully, he sidesteps away in an attempt not to alert the undead.

CLANG

Tsuna's eyes widen in horror when he accidentally kicked the empty box against the metal shelf. He knew that undead creature heard it. The zombie turned sharply at Tsuna's direction, starts rushing towards him.

GRAAAAAGGGHHHHH!

Tsuna let out a screeched in fear. "Hhiiieeee!" he turned around and ran down the aisle as the policeman zombie chased after him. 'Aren't zombies supposed to be slow?!' he was wrong, so, so very wrong when he was forced to discovered that this policemen zombie isn't slowing down at all. Instead, it can run as fast as it creepily can that scared the shit out of Tsuna.

Almost close to chopping by a mouth from the flesh-seeking monster made him enough to run fast for his life. And he isn't even an athletic! Tsuna turned sharply to the corner and the zombie attempted to turn, but instead, it slides down and hit against the frozen doors.

GGRRRRRRR! GRRRRAAAAGGGGHHH!

Policeman zombie snapped its teeth as its sprint toward a running petite boy. Tsuna squealed in terrified as his eyes are filled with frightened. "Help… HELP ME!" Tsuna cried out as tears leaked out from his eyes. He continued running but not fast enough since the floor was a mess. He doesn't know what to do, all he can think is to run, run, run, run, run, ruN and RUN!

SWISH!

"This way!" Tsuna was immediately grabbed by a rough yet smooth hand wrapped around his elbow. He was pulled to the warm, sweating chest and pushed. "Hurry!"

GGGAAAAAAHHHHHH!

"Shit!" Tsuna heard an unfamiliar voice as he was dragged out of the grocery store.

SWISH! THUD!

Tsuna jerked his head back in shocked when he saw a policeman zombie collapses a couple of feet away with a strange wooden arrow attached through its head. His heart was beating so fast, his blood was rushing through his veins and nervous wet moistures breaks out on his skin. 'W-what?' he tried to comprehend the situation.

Stop/End of Song

"You alright?" Tsuna blinked a few times, as his brain starts functional once again. He just now realized that he is leaning his back, on against a strong chest of a tall teenage boy. Tsuna slowly glanced up. His caramel-eyes blinked owlishly at the familiar brown eyes which sparkled with recognized. "Hey… aren't you… Dame-Tsuna?"

Tsuna recognized this teenage boy. "Y-y-yamamoto-san?" he stuttered in shocked then blushed when Takeshi has his arm around Tsuna's waist. The petite boy quickly released himself away and stood on his feet, nervously.

"You know this brat?" an unfamiliar voice speaks up, harshly. Tsuna glanced over his shoulder and saw a silver-haired boy who is holding an arrow in hand. 'Who…?' Tsuna doesn't recognize this person.

"Maa, maa… Hayato, this is Sawada, Tsunayoshi. He used to be my classmate." Takeshi half-grinned as he placed his baseball bat over his shoulder.

Hayato hissed at Takeshi with irritated glared. "Don't call me that and acting so familiar with me, you shitty baseball freak." He snapped. Takeshi chuckled softly and Tsuna fidgeted his feet nervously while glanced around until his eyes landed on another person who he was positive, one hundred percent that he recognizes him.

"H-h-h-hibari-san?" Tsuna paled with fear when Hibari walked up to them, emotionless with a bag in hand. Hibari's stormy grey eyes glanced at the petite boy then back at two boys. Before anyone could say or do anything.

GGGGRRRROOOOWWWLLLL!

All heads turned and saw a horde of zombies hurling toward them out of nowhere. Hayato curses loudly as Takeshi chuckled uncomfortably and Hibari glared deathly at them. Tsuna paled dramatically. 'Where did they come from?!'

"Damn it! Fuck! Run! RUN!" Hayato snapped as he pushed his heels and started running away from the horde of zombies while Takeshi grabbed scared Tsuna's hand and dragged as he followed the silver-haired boy. Hibari clicked his tongue sharply and followed the rest gracefully.

Tsuna snapped out of it, he doesn't want to hold them back, so he attempted to run as fast as he can along with three other boys. He can easily hear the zombies chasing behind them with disturbing sounds of broken bones, snapping jaws, and screeching broken vocals. The petite boy is getting dizzy and out of breath, but he held onto Takeshi's warm hand tightly. The warmth that he feels made him realized that he is still alive. That is worth it. For now, he is focused on running.