When did it begin? Was it from the start? Did I just…not look it in the eye? I knew about it, but I just…

Stabbing my weapon through the infected, I continue my charge as I knock the others behind it to the ground. Kicking it off my spear, I continue my sprint down the infected infested streets.

Why? Why would I ever do something so…illogical?

"Hikigaya!" Kawasaki had followed me, but she was the least of my concerns. I knew she could take care of herself.

Stabbing my spear into another infected, I choose to not finish it off as I begin to near my home.

Jumping the fence, I reach the front door, and I notice the door has been kicked in.

Sucking in a breath, I enter prepared for anything. Only for nothing. Just silence.

CRASH!

Hearing a loud noise from the living room, I prepare my spear and open the door.

That's when I see both Komachi and Miura begin to back away from the half naked man approaching them with his-

Die. He needs to die. He needs to die. He needs to-

"DIE! ROT IN HELL!"

The Zombie Apocalypse Is Wrong, As I Expected

Minutes Prior, Hikigaya Household

Putting the walkie away in her bosom, Yumiko swallows the lump in her throat. She didn't know how long it would take for Hikio to return, but she knew she couldn't hide any longer.

Even if…Even if Hikio didn't want her around, she still had a responsibility, and that was to protect Komachi. It was the only way she could repay him…

Approaching the living room door, where she had heard the man threaten Komachi into silence, she held the small switch knife tightly, one she had received from Hachiman many weeks prior.

Taking a deep breath, Yumiko reaches for the door kn-

"Gotcha." Suddenly thrown to the ground, Yumiko realizes her mistake. There was more than one intruder.

With a foot planted on the hand she held the knife and a knee on her back, she grits her teeth from the weight.

"Pretty little thing like you shouldn't be handlin' weapons like that." Getting a better look at the intruder, Yumiko shudders at the look being thrown her way.

With a tatted face and muscular physique, Yumiko could only assume the man was part of the Yakuza or was ex-military.

"Drop it." Struggling in vain, Yumiko glares at the man defiantly. "Drop it, brat. Or, I'll ruin that pretty little face of yours." Pressing his foot against her hand harder, Yumiko has no choice but to let go.

Kicking the small switchblade away, he grabs Yumiko by the arm and drags her into the living room.

Being thrown onto the ground, Yumiko notices Komachi is in the same position as her. "Yumiko!" Komachi reaches out to her, her hands bound together.

"Caught her hiding behind the door, no sign of the other two from the morning." Sitting up on her knees with the help of the younger Hikigaya, Yumiko glares hatefully at the two.

"Who cares? Let's get going, these two should be more than enough." The other one speaks, a much larger and disgusting man, in Yumiko's opinion.

"Yeah? Maybe if you want to be a runner for the rest of your life, we're staying until they come back." He commands his more plump partner, before a smirk crosses his tattooed face. "Actually, you little brats use walkies, right? Call them back."

Feeling her blood go cold, Yumiko's glare falters, something which the tattooed man catches. "Surprised? We've had our eye on the lot of you for a while now. So? Mind telling us where the walkie is?" He doesn't say anything else, but Yumiko knew there was an underlying threat.

Biting her lip as the despair gnawed at her heart, Yumiko steeled her nerves and glared back at the man who captured her. "Upstairs."

"Cheeky little shit, aren't you?" He narrows his eyes at her, before barking a laugh. "You almost remind me of our vice cap'n. Well, in a sense, at least."

Unfazed by the man's words, Yumiko scoots in front of Komachi protectively, eyeing both of them.

"Whatever. We have all the time in the world. Oi, Suzaki. Stop perving on them and tie her up, and you better not do anything while I'm up there. You know the vice cap'n will kill you if she finds out."

Walking out the living room and slamming the door behind him, the other man, Suzaki, glares in his partner's direction. "Screw you and that bitch. I found this place first." Looking back at the two girls, he gives them a look over and licks his lips.

Yumiko, noticing the disgusting gaze from the man, tries to stand.

"Oh? And where are you going? We're just going to have a little fun. All three of us." Taking off his belt, he doesn't even bother with unzipping as he slides off both layers. "I've just been so pent-"

"DIE! ROT IN HELL!"

All of them are taken by surprise as a blur crashes into the rotund man, slamming him to the ground. Standing atop the home invader, spear in hand, Hikigaya Hachiman brings said weapon up and down.

Stabbing over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over-

"HUMAN GARBAGE!"

-and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over.

"Hikio!" At that shout, Hachiman's focused hatred breaks, as he returns to his senses.

Staring down at the mutilated corpse at his feet, Hachiman coldly disregards it as he turns to face the two under his care. "Komachi, Miura are you-"

"Well, shit. You're one scary fuckin' brat." Before he can even prepare himself for a fight, Hachiman's mind is sent reeling as a fist meets his face.

"Hikio/Onii-chan!"

Unable to understand the situation fast enough, another fist meets his abdomen. Losing his breath, Hachiman coughs as he drops to his knees.

'I…I can't breathe…' Even without breath, Hachiman doesn't allow himself to give up. Eyeing the spear at his side, he reaches for it. "I w-wo-"

"Wrong move, brat." With a kick to the head, Hachiman falls to the ground, his spear clattering further away.

"Onii-chan!"

"...Koma-" His voice fades, as his eyes close.

"Hikigaya! Fuck! What the hell happened here!?" Entering through the door was Saki, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the dead man on the ground.

Before narrowing as her eyes landed on the man next to the fallen Hikigaya. "You piece of shit…" Raising a spear of similar make to Hachiman's, she glares at the tattooed man.

Yumiko, using Saki's arrival to her benefit, grabs the spear that clattered next to her feet and clumsily aims it in the man's direction.

"Well, double shit." The man curses, before smirking. Grabbing the unconscious loner at his feet, he holds him by the neck. "Ah. Ah. Ah. If you two don't want this brat to meet an unfortunate…end, you'll let us go." He threatens, as he reaches for the knife on his belt and places it near Hachiman's neck. "Well? What'll it be?"

"Y-You can't!" Komachi, held back by Miura's arm, protests.

"Oh, I can, and I will."

Saki, standing at the door, continues to stare daggers at the man. "Us? Aren't you supposed to let him go? You're thinking we'll just let you take him?"

"You will. After all, you want him alive, right? It's just, he killed my partner here." The man kicks at the corpse, blood spurting out of the many stab wounds inflicted on the dead man. "And, well, the brat here will make for a damn good replacement."

Stuck in a standstill, Komachi is the first to speak. "We won't let you take him!" She hatefully snarls at the man holding her brother hostage.

Miura is stuck between glaring at the man, and looking back at Saki for a signal, even as she holds Hachiman's little sister back.

Saki, with her mind a mess and unable to find any apparent weakness in the man, releases a defeated sigh. "He'll live?"

""K-Kawasaki?!""

"Once he becomes a runner like me? Who knows? But I can guarantee his survival till then." Rotating around the room towards her other two allies, the man smirks, satisfied with her decision. "Pleasure doing business. Oh, and a little bit of a heads up. I know about your house too, so I'd find a new hole to hide in if I were you." Backing into the living room door, he finally leaves with the unconscious loner.

Saki feels a deep emptiness in her heart, as she can only watch Hikigaya Hachiman, who had helped her countless times, be dragged away. 'This is how I pay him back? Fuc-'

Slap!

The slap was sudden, and it knocked her out of her thoughts. Raising a hand to her cheek, she feels a harsh stinging sensation as she places her fingers on it. "Y-You bitch!" Looking at the one responsible, Saki meets Yumiko's tear filled glare. "We could have done something! Why?! Why did you let him go!?"

Lowering her hand from her cheek, Saki's grip on her spear tightens. "We couldn't! This is the only way Hikigaya lives…I don't like it, I hate it! But what other choice did I have?!"

Her words stun the blonde, only for a moment, until they both hear sobs from their feet. "...On-Sob-Onii-chan…D-Don't lea-Sob-leave me…" Komachi wails.

???

"...vice cap'n…recruit."

"What did you…given…concussion."

"...tried to…illed Suzaki."

"...boss won't like...can leave."

…

"...any older than Yukino."

To Be Continued?

That's it?! I waited X months for this?!

After god knows how long, inspiration to write this fic came back. Sorry for the long delay, but I never planned to take this long to write so little.

Though this marks the end of the first arc, and the beginning of a new one, so yippee?

I could bloat this chapter by responding to some reviews but…nah.

Look forward to an update. Sooner, rather than later.