"...?" the strange boy spoke out of nowhere, and in English once again. Shaking his head in frustration he thinks to himself how to translate his question into the Japanese language. Yukoto, looking at him in annoyance and confusion, finally decides to speak out and address his 'problem'.

"Why are you staring at me?" the boy catches his question, clearly knowledgable of words of the Japanese language, just not good at speaking it. Blushing with embarrassment the boy thinks about the words needed to answer him, snapping when he finally figures out how to say his sentence.

"You must be a die-hard anime fan." letting his sentence out, the boy chuckled lightly as Yukoto didn't know what to make of his awkward statement. Flipping down the visor mirror, he stares at his reflection to try and figure out the origins of the accusation.

"Because of..."

"Your dyed white hair, and your red contact lenses. And that sword, you look like someone out of a manga!" irked at his horrible explanation, Yukoto covers his face with his palms as Youko bursts with laughter in the backseat.

"This is my NATURAL hair color! And this is my NATURAL eye color! And THIS is my GREAT GREAT GRANDFATHERS katana, which had been passed through my family throughout the generations!" clearly upset by the newcomers shrewd assumptions the white haired boy explodes with rage as he vents on the accuser. The driver bashfully laughs at his truthful speaking, before his ear is pinched by someone behind him.

"You big meanie! Stop picking on Koto-Kun! My mommy said that red eyes are beutiful, so who cares what you think, dummy! You stupid dummy!" yanking on his ear with each anger filled word, Hanako defends her beloved family member. At the end of her berating, she releases his ear, hearing him sigh with relief before she used the same hand to slap his cheek repeatedly.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" apologizing to his attacker, the boy is relieved when she finally ceases her assault. Looking towards Yukoto, he smiles before offering a hand in greeting. "The names Tyson. Amano Tyson."

"I'm Yukiko Yukoto. And that little dragon back there is my sister, Yukiko Hanako. The little girl next to her is Sato Hotaru, and the girl with black hair is Ishida Otome, and the OTHER one, is Nakashima Youko..." dragging out the word 'other', Yukoto expresses his dislike for Youko, who reacts with a simple pointing of the tongue. "But you, you're a foreigner, aren't you?"

"Yep, I'm Japanese-American, born and raised in the great New York City!"

"American? So what're you doing all the way over here in Japan?" Otome asked, leaning forward to hear his answer.

"My plane barely landed here this morning. Before all of this happened, I had just gotten done setting up in my new apartment. I came here on a student visa. My father went to a school around here, Fujimi Academy I think it was called, so he really wanted to send me there to finish High School. My first day is supposed to be tomorrow."

"Well you're lucky you weren't there today. Most of the students, they were killed...by those...things." Yukoto fliched as he reminisced the day and the horrors it had brought.

"Zombies."

"Huh?" Yukoto didn't quite understand what Tyson had meant, and asked him to repeat and explain himself.

"Zombies? You know, like in the movies and video-games. They move slow, and turn people into one of them with a single bite? It's ironic actually, there are so many people in the world who want zombies to exist, and now that they do, I hope that those people are among the first to die." Tyson's explanation made a ton of sense, but the question weighing heavily on the worlds shoulders was how all this came into happening. "Well, is there somewhere I can take you? Your families, perhaps?"

"N-No. But we all need somewhere we can sleep for the night." Yukoto had been holding onto his seat as he spoke, the vehicle bumping with every zombie that's body smashed against it's frame.

"Well, if we make it through this crowd of monsters we can hide out at my place!" smashing through more of the undead brings Tyson an adrenaline rush, the sensation making him smile with glee. As he drove through the creatures, he had failed to notice that the car was becoming more and more sluggish, until it came to a point were it stopped moving alltogether. Cursing under his breath he notices that the fuel indicator reads full, so he quickly guess that the problem may be an exterior issue. Rolling down his window Tyson adjusts his side view mirror, hoping to catch a glimpse of what may have caused this predicament. When he catches the problem, he slaps himself for being so reckless. A bone protruding from an undeads severed arm had penetrated the rear tire, all the air now free from it, all while reducing their vehicle to an immobile status. As he continues to stare at the mirror, the boy catches something even more dangerous than a flat tire.

"Tyson. Oi, Tyson!" yelling at the peak of his ability, Yukoto snapped Tyson out of his thinking. "What's wrong?"

"Get out! Get out get out get out!" pulling Yukoto towards him and falling out of the car, Tyson continues shouting until the girls all exit frantically as the boys had. Turning his head, Yukoto sees a large truck barreling down the street and towards their uninhabited vehicle. The driver of the vehicle was clearly deceased, a former female gnawing at his next as the bulky truck rammed into their car and continued its path of destruction until hitting a street light. Their carriage now overturned they are forced to continue on foot once again. The sky growing ever darker, the danger had amplified without anyone noticing, for the number of walking dead had increased, and was still growing. Standing on the sidewalk, the group could see 'them' limping towards their direction, hunger driving their one-track minds.

"Ahhh, eh! I've got it!" yelling as an idea comes to mind, Tyson is startled when a hand comes over his mouth. Yukoto stood in back of him, as nervous as he was, watching a few of 'them' slowly approach. Tyson gulped as they stopped in front of him, moaning and howling as they stared directly at him, before slowly walking away.

"You have to be quiet..." Otome whispered to him.

"R-Right...But I have a plan..."

"What?..."

"We go...that way!..." Yukoto stared a the odd boy, wondering how he was so unfortunate to have ever crossed paths with him.