Mikado darted toward the origin of the noise, closely followed by Aoba.

If he had looked behind him, he would never had let the other boy approach him anymore and would have done anything he could to kill him.

Unfortunately for Mikado he was pure hearted and wholeheartidly believed that the sight in front of him was caused by an accident.

He thought so many misfortunes in such a small amount of time was strange, but never would he have suspected his only friend left of being the cause of everything.

A few minutes earlier Saki and Kida were exploring the warehouse and the girl's eyes had been attracted by a iron, weakly shining under the morning light.

As she came nearer she saw various kind of weapons and walked toward them a little faster.

Turning back she called Kida "Eh, co-" but was cut by his scream. Her eyes widenned, questionning, when she felt him falling on top of her as to protect her from something coming from above.

This was the last thing she ever experienced. Crates were falling on them, knocking them out and soon damaging their organs invariably.

Kida died seeing the one he loved, entirely convinced that Aoba was the one responsible of everything and sorry he couldn't protect Mikado from this monster.

When the two others arrived on the scene blood was oozing out of the pile of crates and body parts. Mikado fall on his knees once again, unable to think, speak or move.

Aoba, knowing he still wouldn't be able to repress his smile of happiness, sat behind him and hugged him tightly, placing his head in the crook of his neck, whispering that everything will be ok, that at least they still had each other.

Mikado took Aoba's hands in his and weakly answered "Thank you Aoba-kun".

At this moment, the other boy knew he had won, that Mikado still trusted him completely and that for now he was sure he could count on his help to stay alive. At least until their next meeting with other people on the island, but Aoba was confident in his abilities.

They had weapons now and no one to hold them down anymore.

When he first openned the bag he was given at the beginning of the game Aoba was sceptical, he thought 'What can I do with that? It can't kill anyone' and his brain worked hard on a plan to steal someone's weapon.

Now he had entirely changed his mind.

He could never have asked for a better gift than a flashlight.