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A Dead Society

If there is no struggle, there is no progress.

-Frederick Douglass

She shuffled through the tons of books on the shelf in her room.

"No… I read this three times already…," she grumbled as she searched the bookcase. She plopped down on her bed with a sigh. Until she caught herself in the full length mirror. Her hollowed out eyes stared back at her.

She had not been getting much sleep, having been waking up from nightmares every night, she only slept when exhaustion overtook her. Her food supply was dwindling down, so much that she only ate one meal a day. Along with a lot of tea, she wasn't sure when she would run out of tea.

Then, she stood up and lifted up her shirt and turned to the side. She let out a choked sob as she traced her finger along her ribs. She looked at her hollowed out cheeks.

She couldn't remember how long she had been like this. She stopped counting the days at 20. She now decided that she didn't want to be holed up here, almost dieing of starvation. She went into to the kitchen.

The power had gone out after the second week, leaving her in darkness. She had few candles, and used them wisely. She had lost almost all hope after the power went out. That meant they had gotten to the power plants and those things were probably protected. If they couldn't survive, how could I? She sobbed at the thought.

She looked at her remaining food. Lots of boxes of tea, two applesauces, and one granola bar. She sighed. She was going to need a lot of energy for this, so, she had the granola bar and one applesauce. She also had her sweetest tea, she was going to need an energy boost to get to the nearest grocery store.

She walked into her bedroom, grabbing her emptied out backpack. She traced her finger along where the twins had wrote on it.

It said, 'Property of a commoner, beware' she sniffed at the thought of the twins, and that made her think of the rest of the host club. Her lip started to tremble.

She shook her head, she couldn't think of those things. She needed to get some food or else she'd starve, and then she'd definitely never see them anymore.

She had on jeans and a green T-shirt, she decided to wear a dark blue hoodie, along with sneakers. The less skin exposed, the better.

She looked around for any weapons she could use, and found her father's makeup case. Her dad had been at work when it all started, he had not returned. She figured he was dead, it took her a long time to accept that.

Haruhi grabbed a couple knives from the kitchen. And put them in the spots on the side that were supposed to hold water bottles. She unlocked the front door and took a deep breath.

"It's now or never...," she felt the sun beat on her pale skin for the first time in a month.

She peeked around the corner of the door. She didn't see any... things... so she considered it safe. She clutched the knife like it was her lifeline, which it technically was, being as quiet as she could as she slowly climbed down the stairs that led to the second floor of the apartment complex.

Her heart thundered in her chest, she saw it's grotesque face and immediately, it sniffed, then dove at her. She was barely able to keep the thing away from her pale skin. She groaned rather loudly as she attempted to push the thing of.

She heard a rustle in the bushes and her pupils shrunk. Oh no... The thing on top of her noticed this too. While it was distracted, she pushed it off of her and sat on it, quickly she used a knife to drive it into the creature's eye over and over. After the fourth blow, it stilled.

Panting, she looked over to see what the rustle was. It was a dog, that ran away at the sight of one of the dead. The dead, that's what she'd call them. She thought it was a fitting name.

She was tempted to crawl right back into the her home right then and there, still shaken up. But she forced herself to press on, she wasn't about to quit now. She shakily got up and started walking into the direction of the small grocery store.

The door squeaked she gently pushed it open. Nothing stirred as she cautiously looked around. Haruhi gulped.

"H-Hello?" No response.

"If someone's in here, I'm friendly, p-please don't shoot," no response. She silently cursed herself for sounding so scared.

Suddenly gaining courage, she walked straight to where the food was. Some cans were on the ground, some were even open. She looked through the cans of food to try and find her favorite ones. She picked up and placed them in her backpack. Once she had sorted through them, she walked over to where the water bottles. She knew she wouldn't be able to carry a case, so she opened a case and took as many as she could thought she would need.

"What else would I need?" She mumbled. "I guess some better clothes..."

She walked over to the small clothes aisle and looked at the heavier clothes. It was getting close to winter time so she would need something warm.

Hruhi heard the sound of a door opening. She let a quiet squeak in surprise that seemed to echo throughout the store and quickly tried to find a place to hide as faint wisps of whispers could be heard. She hid in the center of a circular clothes rack that had long coats on it. Her grip tightened on her backpack straps as her shaky legs were barely able to hold her up.

She heard soft footsteps, she guessed they were searching the store for supplies, and her. She heard the sound of cans being rustled through, sounds of water bottle packages being opened and other various sounds.

Then she heard footsteps near her.

She clamped a hand other her mouth as her pupils shrunk. The soft sound of each delicate step torchered her as she tried to keep her panicked breaths quiet. She dared to peek out.

It was a teenager, around her age. The person had him or her's back to her with a hoodie up. They were looking through clothes on a shelf. She hid back inside quickly. She silently hope they would leave soon. She focused on breathing steadily through her nose.

She let out a scream as she felt a hand pull on her ankle and pull her out of the clothes rack. She kicked and fought the person as they took away her backpack, but it was futile, they were too strong.

"Be quiet," a quiet voice ordered as they tried to keep her flailing arms from hitting them and clamped a hand over her mouth.

Haruhi gave up and bowed her head, her shoulders shaking hard from her heavy sobs.

"What happened? Who's she?" A voice said. She could barely hear over her sobs.

"Found her hiding in the clothes racks. She wouldn't stop screaming and kicking me, so I covered her mouth and held her arms," the first voice said simply.

She could feel their stares on her head. "If he lets you go, will you be quiet?"

A simple question, but she couldn't stop sobbing. Oh my god, she thought. I think I'm having a panic attack.

The boy slowly let go of and her and stood up. She sat on her knees, propping herself up with her hands and kept her head down, sobbing. Her fingers started to go numb as tried to calm herself.

"Hey… are you okay?" She couldn't answer as she sobbed uncontrollably. She squeezed my eyes tightly together. Haruhi heard someone come over and sit down next to her. She was surprised as she a hand pat her on the back and felt her body go rigid. "Uh, calm down just breath…," she guessed was a 'he' say awkwardly.

She just focused on breathing. After what felt like forever, she was finally able to talk. "Thank you…," Haruhi said in the soft scratchy voice.

He quickly got up. "Heh, no problem… Say, what's your name?"

"Har-,' she paused, licking her lips. "Haruhi…" she would be lying if she said it didn't feel weird saying my name for about a month, and talking felt even weirder. She finally looked up at them and her mouth fell open when she recognised them.

"H-Haruhi?!" Satoshi exclaimed. Yasuchika was not far with an equally shocked face.

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