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Chapter 2: Full Moon

"I don't like you by the look of that stare of yours," Mikan crossed her arms, pouting like a little child. "Are you a pervert?"

"Tch. Who would be a pervert around you when you have that kind of body?" Rolling his eyes, he started his motorbike. Natsume put on his helmet and looked at Mikan with an emotionless face.

Mikan raised a brow; furious and offended on the inside because of the words he said.

"You just stared at me like there's no tomorrow. And you say I don't have that kind of body. Tch. Boys." Mikan rolled her eyes at him. After a slightly short period of silence, Mikan observed Natsume from head to toe.

Natsume smirked, catching her eyes. "And now you're the one who's staring at me like there's no tomorrow. You know you like me."

"As if!" Mikan shouted, groaning afterwards.

"The usual excuse used by perverted women like you. Just admit it polka-dots, you like what you're seeing."

"I do not like what I'm seeing right now!" Mikan finished but suddenly realized what Natsume meant. "YOU STUPID, PERVERTED, BASTARD OF A JERK!"

"Shut up, you stupid woman! You're attracting attention from the dead!"

Out of no where, numerous sounds of footsteps were heard. Moaning, bloody and missing a few body parts, the zombies started to pile up and walk slowly towards them.

"Shit!"

Mikan's POV

"Shit!" I heard him curse under his breath as his black and shiny motorbike began to growl out of silence.

I noticed what he was planning. He was planning on leaving me like any other survivor I met whom I've helped this past week. But being eaten wasn't on my list.

Confused on what to do, I grabbed hold of his arm and hugged it like there's no tomorrow.

"Let go you idiot!" He called out, struggling. "They're getting close!"

"Damn it!" He growled while glaring daggers at me. "Just hurry up and climb on!"

My eyes widened at those last words he said.

I looked up at him, thankful and confused at the same time. Shrugging it off, I climbed on his bike and wrapped my arms around his waist. The second I got on, the bike growled once more as he sped off.

"Natsume…" I mumbled his name loud enough so he can hear it. Embracing his warm and soft well-built body, I felt sleepy and leaned my head on his back. "Thank you… for not leaving me behind."

And with those words, I fell into a deep sleep.

What can I say? I haven't slept for days. Yes days – days of waiting for someone to show up – someone who can be trusted. We're lucky the electricity and signal is still up. But I'm certain it'll collapse by a few days or so.

6 Hours Later…

7:36 PM

So… soft.

My eyes slowly began to open, a bright yellow light preventing me from seeing anything.

In a second, my eyes snapped open.

Wait…

Soft and fluffy pillows… silky white bed covers… where am I?

I looked around me. There was nobody around the humongous room except myself. All the lights were open and –

It struck me.

My weapons were gone. And I was alone in this weird room that seemed to belong to a millionaire.

I stood up, groaning. "I should've known better not to trust that Hyuuga guy. He took everything!" I shook my head fiercely and stomped around the room, grabbing the metal chair that was by the nearby table.

Spotting a white door about 5 meters away from me, I cautiously approached it and knocked before entering. If there's a zombie inside, that knock might have caused it to go berserk and go ambush the door.

Deciding on what to do, I took a deep breath and kicked the door open. My eyes widened from the shock.

"What the fuck?" An awfully familiar voice said, stopping whatever he was doing. He quickly wrapped a towel to cover his – gulp – thing and smirked, looking at me.

"Like what you see?" He teased, smirking.

"S-Shut up!" I blushed a hundred shades of red. Six-pack abs, muscular chest, crimson eyes that outshines the stars, jet black hair that as silky and smooth as a girls' and a face that's too good to be true… and he's asking if I like it or not. "I do not like what I see!"

"Whatever," He frowned, somewhat disappointed. That jerk! Thinking that I would swoon over him; in his dreams! "Just hurry up and take a shower. You look like a mess."

I stepped back and turned around so that my back was facing him and I couldn't see him. "I don't have any extra clothes." I told him, composing myself.

"The room beside mine is my sister's room." His voice became darker and I frowned. "There are probably some clothes there. Wear whatever you want."

"And my weapons?" I asked, shrugging.

"Under the bed." Natsume said in his usual emotionless tone. "Take a pistol with you. I haven't checked that room yet."

For now I faced him. I blushed lightly but hid it under my bangs as I went to take a look under the bed; I grabbed one katana and a knife.

"I'll see you later then!" Smiling, I bowed in respect then went outside the room. Taking a look – at both the left and right hallway, I walked about 10 meters and stopped at the room with a light pink door.

I opened the door, drawing out my Katana as I slipped myself in, locking the door behind me. This is surely a girl's room. But the one thing that bothered me was: the lights were open – all of them.

"Is there anybody there?" I shouted but nobody seemed to reply. I raised my brows and cautiously walked across the room.

Then suddenly, I heard crying. It was a girl crying perhaps. But good lord, why is it that I just had the thought of Left 4 Dead? I mean yes the part where there are zombies became true but a witch? Seriously.

I kicked the bathroom door open, my eyes widened. It's always the bathroom, I know.

"Holy. God." I mumbled, stepping back.

Inside, there was a zombie maid digging and eating the bloody intestines of a dead butler. The zombie maid faced me, a weird screaming sound escaped from her mouth as she quickly stood up and chased after me.

Not wasting another minute with that zombie, I slashed its head off with one sway of my katana. It dropped to the floor, squirting blood to my face as it did so. I sighed, relieved. Next, I walked over to the dead butler with his intestines out of the proper place where it should be. Stepping on his bloody chest, I plunged the tip of my katana to its head and pulled it out – blood dripping from the blade.

I stepped out of the bathroom, hurriedly pacing over to the closet. Kicking the door open once more, a can of sardines rolled towards me. I raised my brows, waiting for a zombie but nothing came.

Curious, I opened the door widely to check. Again, nothing came but there was something suspicious.

On the floor, numerous empty bottles of water were lying. As well as another can of sardines, an empty bag of chips and a used-bowl. I took the bowl, touching the dirt and smelling it.

"It's still fresh. Less than a day old." I said to myself, shrugging ignoring the rest of the things below and started picking my clothes.

I was done after a few minutes. I walked out of the closet and back to Natsume's room, killing a lone zombie along the way.

I opened the door, "Natsume there's a –" stopping halfway of my speech when I saw Natsume sleeping on the bed. Sighing, I shrugged the topic off of my head and went to the bathroom, taking my katana with me.

I stripped off my clothes, the same time turning on the shower, removing the traces of blood in my face.

I never really expected the world would end this way. What's the point in watching those Resident Evil movies if they weren't that much of a use to people. But for the meantime, I was glad that this didn't turn out like Zombie Land. You know, running zombies? That would be a disaster. Well, actually it already is a disaster.

Apparently, all of this was caused by an obsessed zombie fan as I heard it in the news. That kid was so obsessed with zombies he started to develop some kind of chemical or something. At first, he tested it on his dog which apparently died. He raged in failure and killed himself. But after a few hours, the dog rose from the dead, not as a human, but a zombie. The dog got outside and started biting the humans, and thus the chain reaction starts. Then you know it. After a week, almost all the people in the world have turned into those flesh-eating maniacs.

Shaking my head, I turned off the shower, grabbing the nearest towel I could see and wrapping it around my body. I stepped out of the bathroom, quickly and silently dressing up.

I wore a white tank top with a black leather jacket on top, some mini-jean-shorts that covered about one-fourth of my thigh and black leather boots that reached below my knees. I combed my hair then tied it into pigtails, leaving my bangs in front.

With nothing to do, I grabbed a pistol and went out the balcony. I grabbed a chair and sat down, giving me a view of the whole front yard. There was nothing below but plants, a huge driveway and Natsume's bike. But Outside the gate, it's a whole different story. They're not piling up and making a fuss but there were a lot. Let's say there's a zombie every 3 meters or so.

It was disturbing, yes. The sound of their moans made me shiver and judging by there number, the moans were endless.

"So what's the plan?" I didn't look at him as he grabbed his own chair and sat beside me.

We had a full moon. By the corner of my eyes, I saw his face shining with the moonlight. His hair was swaying with the wind and his eyes were closed.

"Dunno. Any suggestions?" Shrugging, I flipped the pistol in my hands. He didn't reply after, silence emerged for a good five minutes as I continued to speak again.

"Which high school do you go to?" I asked, frowning a bit.

"Gakuen Alice." He answered plainly.

"Woah, really?"

"Do you think I'm lying?"

"Well, duh that's why I'm asking."

"Hn." A nerve popped out of my head. Such bad luck for me to be stuck with a boring person. "What happened to your family?" He asked, facing me and looking at me deep in the eyes.

"My father died from protecting me, my mother was in the office when it happened. My little brother was at school. I was at home all week because I was suspended for false blaming. And then here I am." My eyes turned softer. I smiled then looked at the stars above.

"My father was a gunsmith and a gunslinger himself. Ever since I was a child, he taught me the ways on how to handle a gun, how to build one and trained me in combat. I enjoyed it of course. They always say I have good aim. My mother was a scientist at the same time, a kendo champion. While training with my dad, she always cuts in to help me train kendo. My little brother, well he's a fourteen year old boy. He's good with the guns but has a little problem with aiming. As for now, I've only confirmed that dad is dead since I saw him die with my own eyes." I looked down. "But you can never be sure."

"What about you? Care to share your story?" I giggled a bit, taking my mind off the subject for a moment.

"I don't care about my parents so I don't care if they're dead or not. I only have my little sister to worry about." He said frowning. I frowned too; he's on bad terms alright.

"What about your little sister?"

"She's got poor health."

"Oh, I see."

"And what's up with your hair? I looked better when it was down." My heart went wild and I blushed my way out of it.

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