The Apocalypse [December 12th | 01:00 PM] It'd been five weeks now since the infection spread. Her father attempted to lock down the academy to keep the students safe… but to no avail. They broke through… some students escaped into town before they could be attacked. Kyouko Kirigiri was one of the few fortunate survivors. Kirigiri was sitting at the writing desk with her notebook laid open in front of her, squinting to read her handwriting-- a documentation of events thus far. Now, somehow after a series of abrupt and chaotic events, she found herself in the basement of a house she and Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu had found after attempting to fight their way through a particularly large group of zombies together. The house was located in a small neighborhood not too far away from the academy. They were safe for now... but not for long. She took over night shift, watching over the house while Kuzuryuu slept in the makeshift bed they'd created with pillows and an old quilt. She looked over her shoulder at him, noticing that his breathing pattern had changed. He was awake. "We still have some bread left, if you're hungry." She noted as she clapped her notebook closed and tucked it away. "I suppose we'll have to leave here soon. I checked the kitchen earlier-- whoever lived here must have taken their food with them when they fled. That, or it was stolen before we got here. Needless to say… Food and water should be our priority. And perhaps... we could find some of the remaining survivors as well." xxxxxxxx Ibuki's ears were wonderful. Probably the one reason why she was still alive. She could hear the creatures as they moved towards her, giving her an advance notice when to attack and when to flee. A kind of strategic game of hide and seek. Most of her classmates ran off without her whenever she tried to tag along-- she was noisy and had a short attention span, no one seemed to expect that she would live through this catastrophe-- bringing her along would be suicide. But Komaeda didn't seem to mind her like most others did. So she appreciated his company quite a lot. She climbed into the back of a truck they came upon while walking through town-- crashed and lying on its' side. She couldn't hear anything moving around inside, so she chanced it. Peering in, she noticed that there were packaged foods and a few bottled waters. It seemed that others must've come by and taken some from the truck as well... Thankfully there was a little left inside for them. "Komaeda-chan! Ibuki thinks it's safe in here!" Her breath puffed out in front of her, voice chiming and happy for the first time in a while. "She doesn't hear any of those creepy crawly creatures either, so we should be fine for a little while! Want some lunch?" xxxxxxxx Peko yanked her sword out of a zombie's head-- the last of a group of five that surrounded them in the street. Red stained the snow beneath it. Right now, there was about an inch of snow blanketing the ground... but snowflakes were starting to fall again, the air getting colder by the minute. She paid no attention to the cold or to her injuries or exhaustion. She couldn't allow herself the luxury of rest until she found Kuzuryuu. However... Her recklessness was most likely going to affect Hinata, whom she partnered up with when they left the school together. She looked over at him, looking him up and down carefully for injury. "Are you all right?" She had insisted that they cover as much ground as they could to locate other survivors-- it wasn't really that she cared much about suvivors, it was that she wanted to find Kuzuryuu. They'd gotten separated in the wreckage and uneasiness filled her with each day that went by. The only thing that helped her move along was Hinata. His presence actually put her at ease-- strangely, she felt that she could trust him. And now, looking at him, her red gaze softened just slightly. The torn state of his clothes, blood and dirt splotched all over… They both looked awful and beat up. "I… I apologize, Hinata. I keep insisting that we move on without rest. It's reckless." She paused, settling her shinai on her back. "If you're tired, we can try and find a place to rest for a little while." xxxxxxxx The school was in shambles. Mahiru sat in a corner of an empty classroom, holding the sides of her head as she tried to process everything. Death… it was something she couldn't take lightly. She couldn't stop crying or panicking. She was all alone... everyone gone. Dead or they were fortunate enough to escape without getting themselves eaten. Was no one else alive? She often pondered if she was just going to let herself starve to death in the classroom-- far too afraid to leave on her own. She was out of food for two days now and savoring the two bottles of water she had left. Hearing footsteps and expecting a zombie, she shot up from where she was sitting, shaking hands on the handle of the knife she'd taken from a deceased classmate. Only instead of seeing an undead classmate or teacher, she saw a classmate of hers instead. Alive, not dead. She raised her eyebrows at him, lowering her knife. Her lower lip quivered and suddenly she felt just slightly hopeful. "Y…you could've said something before walking in like that, you know! You really scared me…" She trailed off, not really in the mood to lecture right then. He was in a different class, wasn't he? Good luck, if she remembered it correctly. "Makoto Naegi, is it?"