DAY ONE ; 6:03 A.M.

Nagito Komaeda finished tying the final knot and stepped back to look at his handiwork.

Immediately after exiting the school, he'd found a hiding place and checked his weapon. It was a knife – double bladed, not totally useless. The place he had chosen as a hiding place seemed to be an old warehouse of sorts. He'd found a large quantity of rope in one corner, and had spent the last hour and a half laying a large, elaborate rope trap at the front door. If he blocked off the back door, he should be fine. Unless this was made a danger zone, but he believed in his luck enough that it wouldn't happen. He was in F6, next to the zone with the school in it.

He thought that he could wait the Program out.

He heard the door creaking open and he jumped to his feet, clutching the knife to his chest and hiding behind a pile of boxes. He heard the footsteps – not too heavy, it wasn't someone that large, though they didn't seem particularly light, either, so that ruled out most of the girls.

There was a squeal when the person stepped into his trap and was hung upside-down by his foot.

Komaeda peered out from behind the box. It was Teruteru Hanamura, trying to cut his foot free with his own knife.

"Hanamura-kun!" Komaeda said, smiling and stepping out into view. "Our weapons almost match. What an amazing coincidence."

"Wh-who- Ko-" Hanamura was stuttering, panicked, spit running out of his mouth. Komaeda stepped elegantly over the ropes and grabbed onto Hanamura's wrist.

"I'll take your knife," he said. He wasn't very strong, but Hanamura was scared, so his grip was sweaty. It wasn't that difficult to get the knife free. Hanamura tried at getting the knot free with his hand now, straining to bend enough so that he could reach, but it wasn't happening. "Hanamura-kun. Have you seen Hinata-kun?"

"Nobody!" Hanamura shrieked. "I ain't seen nobody- nobody- nobody-"

With a clean slice, Komaeda sliced open Hanamura's neck and stepped back. Now he had two weapons. Both essentially the same, of course, but it was better than just one, he supposed.

He picked up Hanamura's bag and took it back to his hiding spot in the back. He'd go through Hanamura's things and hopefully there would be things worth taking. Hopefully there would be the majority of the rations left, as well as the batteries he could take from his flashlight. He'd thought that he was pathetic, especially compared to the wondrous nature of the majority of his classmates, but that hadn't been so hard.

Hanamura had been too scared to do much struggling, and maybe not quite believing that it would happen – that someone like Nagito Komaeda could kill someone. In fact, Komaeda didn't know if he could kill someone. He had, though. He could.

It made his mind hurt a little, to know that he had done that. Especially since it was someone who had had so much to offer to the world, someone like Hanamura. If it had been someone like Naegi, someone who was just like him, it wouldn't have given him such a headache.

But he had done it. The deed was done and there was blood puddling on the floor and on his knife and there was more than enough rations here for him to survive the duration of the game on. He would certainly end up meeting with a stronger opponent soon. He would just have to have hope that he managed to live a few more hours before that, though. Perhaps it would be Hinata. He still wasn't quite sure what to think of Hinata, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to kill Hinata, so it would probably be better if it weren't him.

Nagito Komaeda sat with his back against the wall and took a drink of water. Water would have to be his main priority.

Maybe it would rain.

30 STUDENTS REMAINING

One more chapter of the day after this! Maybe it will be another death, maybe it'll be another group fitting together… I haven't decided yet.