Day 0
My hands haven't stopped shaking…
We locked everything, the gate, the front door, the windows…I should feel safe, but I haven't felt safe since the hospital.
The sun's already setting…
I think…I think I'll just sleep this off, this is all just a bad dream, after all.
Right?
Day 1
I couldn't sleep, but I can take some comfort in knowing that Komachi did get some sleep. How do I know? She's currently sleeping in my bed.
Leaving her to sleep some more, I go downstairs to the kitchen. Grabbing the home phone, I dial my mother's cell first.
I'm sorry, the number you've dia-
Then my father's.
I'm sorry, the nu-
'...I guess that's it, huh.' I knew the chances of them making it here were slim…
Wiping away at the incoming waterworks, I instead head for the TV in the living room. Finding the remote sitting on the couch, I turn on the TV and browse through the channels.
…Nothing. There are no channels being broadcasted, they've all been removed due to the zom-Huh?
-his is the United States Government. With the collapse of the Japanese Government and JSDF, we the United States Government have taken it upon ourselves to provide the Japanese citizens with supplies to help overcome this crisis.
We shall drop 300,000 supply crates twice a week, they will contain all the basic necessities and are sure to last at least 14 days for 10 people. If you cannot find one, be sure to look out for the flare and radio attached to them.
As for power, the power grid is expected to last for the next month or two, but we are sure it will not come to that.
And, remember. Stay safe and do not trust anyone you don't know. That is all.
The broadcast goes onto repeat. I couldn't move my eyes away from the screen, but it wasn't what I was truly looking at…
Day 2
…Komachi doesn't want to get out of bed.
I can't blame her. I should make her some food, maybe some of her Onii-chan's curry will cheer her up.
I doubt it…
Day 4
The sounds of planes flying above snaps me out of my mindless trance. 'Again?' Going up to the second floor, I watch as a supply crate lands roughly 8 houses away.
Just like last time, some idiot runs out of their house and goes straight towards the thing. Unaware of what's to come. They make it to the crate and start stuffing a bag with goods, as the crate itself was too heavy to move. Unfortunately for them, the radio attached to the damn thing attracts those things.
He never saw it coming as they soon crowd and maul him to death. I'm fortunate enough not to see the process a second time, and it doesn't help that his yells and pleas for help fell on deaf ears.
'...I couldn't have done anything for him.' I rationalize in my head, as a feeling of guilt strikes me. 'I was just a bystander…'
Day 7
Our food and water is running low. "Komachi. Hold down the fort, I'm going out." Of course, My proposal is quickly met with a resounding NO from behind the door to my room.
"...If we don't have much food…then I'll start eating less." You already don't eat much…
"Don't be an idiot. You're a growing girl, in fact, you need to eat more."
"YOU'RE THE IDIOT!" She yells…really loudly, as she opens the door. 'Oi. You're lucky that the radio is still on out there, or we'd be dying soon.' "Who knows what could happen, and you want to go out?! You could die!" Or I could not, don't speak it into existence. "What if you end up li-"
The limit has been reached, I have grown annoyed with my cute and lovable little sister. Cutting her off with a chop to the head, that produces a small 'ow', I shoot down her denial. "Don't say that. Either way, right now is probably the best chance I've got. While they're busy listening to whatever American pop song is playing, I will be taking this opportunity to head for the nearby conbini." Said conbini is only about a kilometer away, which means most of the… zombies will be distracted thanks to the gracious help of the Oh so great Americans.
"Also, it's not like I'm unprepared for a confrontation, if there is one." …I just tempted fate, didn't I? Whatever, any of those things that get too close will be met with my newly made spear. Otherwise known as a kitchen knife taped to a broomstick.
Pretty good if I do say so myself.
"Damnit." I curse my rotten luck.
The whole way to the conbini was fine, but the second I got here there's already a small crowd of zombies at the door.
Thankfully, they're more distracted by the sound the automatic door makes when they walk past the sensor.
Quietly leaning my bike onto a light pole, I hide behind an abandoned Toyota. 'I obviously can't fight them all…Maybe I can distract them with something else?' Looking around the area for anything that could make enough sound to lead them away, I'm quickly disappointed as I find nothing of the sort. 'Goddammit…Even during an apocalypse, Japanese social norms screw me over.' The ground was probably cleaner than me, and I showered recently.
Letting out a deep breath, I feel the back of my head rest on the cold steel frame of the car. Giving the car a better look, I notice it is near perfect condition, other than a blood stain smear on the driver's door. 'Ah…This'll work, but…it'll also bring all of the others in the area.' Despite the downsides to this option, it still remained my only one.
Moving beside the car door, I raise the blunt end of my broomstick turned spear and thrust!
Thunk!
'Seriously? Am I really this weak? Ahh…who am I kidding, of course I am.' Hitting it 3 extra times proves more successful.
BEEP-BEEP! BEE-
Hearing the blaring car alarm start sound, I scramble away before I'm caught by them. Hiding near my bike, I wait for them to clear the entrance, which they do after a couple seconds.
Running into the store, I check all the aisle for stragglers, not that I find any. Pulling my backpack open, I start shoving any and all non-perishable food into it as fast I can.
Once I'm done with the food, I grab two gallons of water. Letting out a small sigh, I start heading for the entrance, only to stop myself as I hear a door open from behind me.
"Hey…You're not one of those things, are you?" Instead of one of the zombies greeting me with a chomp to the neck, it's a green eyed blonde girl instead. Though, that doesn't make me any less cautious.
"..." Not giving her an answer, I instead looked her over. Both of her hands were in sight, so she wasn't reaching for anything…yet. Her outfit was clean other than the blood stain on her skirt.
"You're not…r-right?" She started to walk backwards away from me.
Thinking it over, I let out a sigh. "No. I'm not. I'm guessing you were stuck in there?" I ask, knowing the answer. "Then take this chance to go home, the car outside probably won't honk forever."
"Honk? It's not honking…" As her words register into my mind, I notice the silence from outside.
Ding!
The automatic door jingles as it opens. The cold sweat trickles down my back as I turn towards the sound, my hand instinctively gripping the handle of my makeshift weapon.
The guttural groan of two different zombies can be heard as the sliding door stays open. Normally I may have peeked over the aisles to make a count of the actual amount, but instead I pull the deathly still blonde behind the furthest aisle, near the refrigerators.
"W-We…" Placing a finger close to her mouth, I pull away once she finally understands.
Pointing in the zombies direction, I point at my ears. 'They're not deaf. Their sense of smell and sight are debatable, but I'm not looking for an answer to those questions at the moment.'
"Are you coming with me?" I whisper, grabbing something off the shelf. With a shaky nod from her, I grab her arm with my free hand.
Throwing the can I grabbed, the sound echoes around the convenience store, gaining the attention of the few that entered. "Three, two…one."
Bolting to the entrance, my distraction is successful as the coast is clear. The door opens immediately, taking a sharp right, we completely avoid the others surrounding the car. Pulling my steed off the light pole, I quickly get on. "Get on." I instruct the blonde.
With a mix of fear and desperation in her eyes, the blonde hesitates for a moment before climbing onto the back of the bike behind me. Feeling her wrap her arms around my stomach, I assume she's secure.
Without wasting any time, I speed away from the perilous situation we narrowly avoided.
As we ride through the abandoned streets, I can't help but notice that the blonde girl still seems visibly shaken and frightened. I try to keep a calm facade, hoping to reassure her in some way, but the reality of the situation weighs heavily on my mind too. 'We…nearly died.'
I decide to break the silence, raising my voice to slightly above a whisper. "I…I'm Hikigaya Hachiman." Pausing for a moment, I feel her position herself to a more comfortable position.
"Miura, Miura Yumiko." She mumbles, still shaken. Not that I wasn't, I just had an easier time hiding it.
She's probably my age, but that doesn't mean much at the moment. "If you don't mind my asking, where do you live?"
"Mihama ward, near Isobe junior high." Stopping my bike nearly instantly, I look back at her with confusion.
"That's…" A near half an hour cycle. "Far." I leave the question unasked, but she gives me an answer anyway.
"I was with friends before all of this, doesn't matter now considering they left me there." Oh.
"My condolences, but that doesn't change anything. I can't cross the keiyo line, I can't be sure if it's safe on that side, and I have people waiting for me." Left at an impasse, we both sit on the edge of the road quietly.
'I should leave her. I've done more than enough for her and this area is quiet so she should find somewhere safe…' The thought gave me a disgusting feeling, and I knew exactly why.
"...Listen, just leave me here, I'll find my way ho-" She starts, but doesn't get to finish as a zombie rounds the corner across from us.
Pedaling away, I'm left with no other real choice. "You'll be staying at my place for the time being. I can't just…l-leave you here to die." Despite what I have become, I would never do it.
Hikigaya Household
Knocking once, then once again, and once one more time, the door immediately opens. "Onii-chan!" Komachi bursts out, hugging onto me tightly like a leech.
"As happy as I am to see you, Komachi. Let me remind you that they are attracted to noise, and you just made a lot." Throwing a look to my companion, I see that she's amused by the current situation. "Also, we have a guest."
Komachi pulls away from the hug, and her eyes widen in surprise as she notices the blonde girl standing behind me. "Who's this?"
"I'm Miura Yumiko," the girl introduces herself, offering a small smile despite the dire circumstances.
"She's…uh…a survivor. We found each other in the convenience store," I explain, feeling somewhat awkward about the whole situation.
Komachi quickly recovers from her surprise and steps forward with a warm smile. "Nice to meet you, Yumiko. I'm Komachi, Hachiman's sister. Please come in."
As we step inside, Komachi shuts the door quickly and locks it, taking extra precautions. I lead Miura to the living room and ask her to make herself comfortable while I have a quick chat with Komachi in the kitchen.
"What's going on, Onii-chan? Who is she? Are we going to be safe with her here?" Komachi asks, her concern evident. "S-She's not bit…is she?"
"I…I actually don't know, but it doesn't matter. She's not staying long, just until we can safely get her home."
Komachi crosses her arms, unsatisfied by my answer. "And how long will that be?"
"..." I stay quiet at that. Flicking her on the forehead, she mutters a small 'ow'. "Cheer up, your big brother will protect you with his life."
"That's what I'm worried about." I stay silent once more after hearing her say that.
'Honestly, what a troublesome little sister.' Grabbing her wrist, I pull her back to the living room. Noticing our approach, Miura makes eye contact with me.
"Hikio, what's with this?" She asks, showing me a family photo. "You looked so much better without those weird eyes."
Briefly glancing at the photo in her hands, I notice the smile kid Hachiman has on, as he sits next to his parents and toddler sister. The parents who… "Don't you have any manners?" Plucking the photo out of her hands, I lay it face down onto the coffee table next to the couch.
Sitting down, I feel my exhaustion hit me. "Haa…Listen. I don't mind you staying here, but some rules will be needed." She nods understandingly. 'Good.'
"Firstly, please don't yell. That goes to you too, Komachi. Those things are attracted to noise, I've been telling you this." Komachi looks away, embarrassed. "Secondly…well that's about it. You can use…the couch or our parents room if you like. The rooms are upstairs, the bath is the other door down here on the first floor. As for clothes, I'll see what I can do."
"That's it?" Oh, right.
"You're not bit, are you?"
"Hah? What, No? What the heck are you talking about?" Does she not know what a zombie is?
Unfortunately, I'm stuck explaining what zombies are to a normie for the next half hour.
To Be Continued…
Decided to bring this back alive, zombie style.
Uploaded March 10th…Current date is July 23rd. 4 months and thirteen days.
My excuse? Ehe.
Miura, oh Miura. How do I write her? Considering it's 1st year Miura, I'm probably going to write her as a more subdued version of herself. And considering she just started high school I want to assume she isn't the Queen bee she usually is. She will probably be the mama bear of the group.
I don't know much about her route in the VN but I will use all the Miura centric fics as reference, but will also do my own thing too.
Other than that, nothing much else but to respond to some reviews.
SkullGuy0: hope I didn't keep you waiting too long.
jarjarhead: At first, I wasn't planning on making this a zombie fic, but a last man alive fic. Hachiman would wake up from the crash, only to find out he was alone in the world. Something called, "The Loner"...Holy shit, I'm writing that now.
Guest: Hm? Who knows, maybe he'll meet the rest, or maybe he won't. Let's just hope he finds them alive if he does.
Saif Omar: …No comment on the Komachi thing. And thanks.
That's it. Buh-Bye.
