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Day 97
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They’ve been stuck in this mess for 97 days and they are sick of it.
All of Japan and fallen into tragedy and scraps, nothing more than trash.
Baji was the one most injured, scratches, broken ribs, and bandages wrapping him up as if he was a baby bundled up.
”Hey, Mitchy, get your bat we’re getting supplies” Kazutora yanked Takemichi’s arm and got him up “Oh. My. God. Are we seriously getting supplies again? Like this is our fifth time and-, you know what whatever” Takemichi was tired, just like everyone else. If there were people still out there they probably were sick and tired of all of this too.
“Can you stop yapping your mouth let’s go!” Kazutora yelled, but not too loud to wake up the other two.
Takemichi groaned and got up to leave.
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“Kei get your ass up!” Chifuyu kicked Baji not being mindful of his injuries.
“What? I’m literally up.” He looked at Chifuyu and sighed. Really loudly.
“There are people. No. Zombies. Outside our goddamn door.”
Bang! Bang!
On alert. They both got their weapons and flung the door open to attack.
Thump
Kazutora fell down to the floor from Chifuyu’s hard hit.
On first glance he looked sick, completely sick. Nothing more than a person turning into a man eating monster.
”TORA!” Baji threw down his weapon and rushed over to Kazutora hugged him with plea, as if he was begging to the gods to not take his friend away.
Chifuyu stood in terror and guilt. He just killed his friend, not that he wouldn’t have to kill him later because he was turning into one of those things, but the thought of killing him before he could say what was happening was heart breaking.
Takemichi on the other hand, was fortunately not turning into a man eating monster, but was just as sick and injured.
He fell to his knees but Chifuyu caught him in time before he could hit his head on the ground.
Baji was sobbing, eyes red, and snot all over his nose. “Tora…” He was praying to the gods, for just a miracle to happen, maybe there will be a chance he could stay alive and human.
“Baji.. I- I’m so sorry..” Chifuyu was full on sobbing as well, still not over the fact he killed his friend.
”No. It’s-it’s not your fault it’s that stupid- goddamn sickly zombie’s fault. He would have been able to…take your hit if he wasn’t weak already..” While sobbing through his words, he pulled Chifuyu (and technically Takemichi) into an embrace.
In different circumstances this would be called a group hug.
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Chifuyu didn’t feel like burying Kazutora (understandably) so Baji did it, though he was not crying, he still felt the sorrow he felt earlier.
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Kazutora and Takemichi were on the lookout for a old hideout with supplies inside.
”Hey, Tora, look over here I found a cabin.” They were already bruised and bloodied up but could still function normally.
”Okay um, you break down the door first I broke it down last time.” Kazutora snickered.
”What the fuck no I’m not breaking it down?!” But he still broke it down anyway.
Thousands of gurgles and inhuman noises came rushing out.
They came rushing at Takemichi while he fended himself off to the monsters.
”TORA WAIT-!” Kazutora was attacking the zombies one by one but ended up not looking behind him, resulting in him getting bit in the neck.
Takemichi furiously killed each zombie then rushed next to Kazutora.
”Mitchy I’m- I’m literally fine..” Kazutora said while obviously not looking or sounding fine.
Takemichi started crying silently, not like his usual bursts of sobs.
”You’re…you’re not fucking fine..” Takemichi punched Kazutora’s knee lightly.
Kazutora pulled Takemichi into a hug. Silently crying as well, he knew they had to go back and tell the other two, even though he felt the sickness coming through . ‘What would they think?’ He thought. He knew what they would say, do, think, Kazutora knew how they would react. Memories of the life he knew before were now a foreign fantasy.
“Lets go. I’m tired of this place it smells rotten.” Kazutora got up miraculously, then held a hand out for Takemichi.