Bite To Death

Byakuran sprints for the safe zone fence, cackling madly as his guardians struggle to keep up with the pace, especially since its been an hour at this all out run. The mob of zombies behind them are only meters away, still going strong since they felt no exhaustion.

The radio explicitly stated how the fence worked, so instead of hesitating, Byakuran leaps straight for it. He steps onto the concrete base before shoving at one side of the fence, easily slipping between the two segments and making his way deeper into the safe zone.

He's sure, that if his Guardians had the spare breath, they would be cursing him.

It's his fault for gathering the mob, technically, because he did blast some k-pop out of a boom box as he sprinted through the large function building in Osaka, where every floor was a wide room meant for parties or meetings.

By the end of his run, since he kicked open almost all of the doors, they had hundreds at their heels. It's for a good cause though, because Byakuran wants to know how Namimori will handle it.

If they get overrun and the entire safe zone gets slaughtered? Well that's not Byakuran's problem.

It would be funny though.

Byakuran lets out a little giggle, ignoring his body screaming at him to just stop for a moment, and idly wonders how long the response team takes.

Not long at all, apparently. A couple cars with what seems to be snowploughs attached to the front speed around the corner, antenna blown back as they charge straight for the mass of runners. They swerve around Byakuran and his guardians before ramming straight into the group of zombies, throwing bodies up into the air comically as others crunch from the hard hit.

A quick glance over his shoulder shows the infected swarming around the cars like water through rocks. Some of them lunge for the stationary vehicles, ripping open the doors or shattering the windows and pouring inside. Byakuran faces forward again and rolls his eyes at the stupidity.

He gets another ten meters before the cars detonate.

The explosion is small enough to not distract the humans running, but also has enough fire power to wipe out a whole lot of infected. The blast is somehow directed towards the majority of the hoard and away from the humans.

Byakuran grits his teeth at being wrong. That was definitely planned, and from the size of the antenna, it's not impossible to assume they were remote controlled with no human presence inside.

Two more explosions go off, presumably more cars, but the group Byakuran amassed is so big it barely makes a dent.

Up ahead Byakuran can see people, from the oldest hobbling with a cane, to the youngest still unable to even raise their own head. All of them are running, clearly having seen the infected.

Most of them won't make it, Byakuran knows. Some of the citizens won't be able to run fast for whatever reason and they'll be the first to die and join the army of corpses. He gets closer and a wide grin splits his face. It looks decorated, with street stalls of food and further along what seems to be a market.

Did Byakuran just interrupt a festival?

He's suddenly laughing so hard he completely misses the dip in the road. His foot catches and his momentum carries him into a roll. Byakuran ends up on his back, still laughing through his gasps for breath.

His Guardians stop -loyal enough to be stupid, or perhaps stupid enough to be loyal- but once they do over half collapse. Bluebell is wild-eyed in panic as she tries desperately to get up again, while Daisy just hugs his rabbit plushie tighter and doesn't bother struggling.

Kikyo and Zakuro step up as first defence against the zombies, trembling from exhaustion. Maybe Byakuran and his Guardians could have taken them all out, but not now when they can barely move with how strained their bodies are.

Bykauran stares up at the lovely blue sky and just breathes as he listens to the stampede, even feeling it through the tarmac underneath him. He could get up. He could even continue running. His Guardians can't though.

So he lies there, but he doesn't regret it for a single moment.

A piercing whistle cuts through the air in three short bursts. Almost instantly, a zombie leaps over Byakuran, heading towards the hoard and swiftly followed by three more.

Byakuran blinks and then sits up. There's another hoard of zombies, except these are coming from the safe zone.

They charge around the group of humans and clash with the outsiders, ripping and tearing with the same intensity as if their infected opponents are human. They all wear lilac clothes.

"What the f.u.c.k?" Zakuro blurts out. His legs give out on him then, and the man drops to the road, staring at the chaos around him.

The city zombies are attacking but the outside ones aren't. It's well known that the infected only attack humans and ignore each other, but just the outsiders are following that unspoken rule by simply charging for the humans. As a result, they're being ripped to shreds by the city ones.

Byakuran's gathered hoard is being forced back, and from the other side of the mob comes a lot more cars, except these have humans clad in riot gear pouring out.

Byakuran rises to his feet to see better, gaping at the slaughter. This is the most unconventional defence ever, and Byakuran loves the ridiculousness of it. A smile grows on his face but he keeps the laughter back since he's playing human now.

Somehow, through the noise of gunfire as well as hundreds of zombies fighting and dying, Byakuran hears footsteps. They're light and confident, not hesitating for a second as the person walks closer and comes to a stop behind Byakuran.

"Next time, don't come through the pressure fence," suggests a male's voice. It's low and smooth, with not a hint of anger. If anything, it's amused.

Byakuran twists the smirk into a stunned expression before he turns to find a teenager with silver eyes like a polished blade.

"Response time is a lot slower without it," the other continues. "So you might get lucky and kill someone."

"I wasn't trying to hurt anyone," Byakuran denies, only because he wants this person to keep talking to him. "My friends and I were just trying to get away."

Hibari Kyouya, because it can't anyone but the leader of Namimori, simply raises an eyebrow.

Byakuran keeps his shocked expression, since he can't fake guilt very well, and tries to act like a traumatised person because people don't want to be around him when he acts like himself.

"Skylark!" a teasing voice calls out as a purple haired teen saunters up to Byakuran's Kyouya and stands far to close. "Are we heading out to play chess yet? We still have plenty left to use."

Kyouya turns away from Byakuran to glare towards the taller male at his side.

"Oops," the other chuckles with a 'kufufufu'. "I forgot that people get twitchy when we mention our games."

"Kyouya!" calls out another voice, cheerful and belonging to a tall teenager with a smile, as he strolls towards them. "Can we still play monopoly with the rest?"

The other teenagers behind the tallest -a silver haired one, one with a lazily closed eye, a girl with purple hair, and one with short white hair- all groan in annoyance. The new arrivals all have casual clothes on with lilac armbands.

"I hate monopoly," the cow print shirt grumbles.

"I'll play it if I have to," the only girl says as they come to a stop beside Kyouya. "I mostly just want to try out the pieces. I've finally got the whistles down."

The silver haired teenager lets out a sharp breath of air in annoyance. "Wish I could whistle," he mutters.

Byakuran watches and listens closely. The ruler of Namimori seems to be a lot more tilted than what normal people would consider healthy. Then again, zombies are running around.

So, tired of being ignored and completely certain that his next course of action will be welcomed, Byakuran speaks up. "You're right," he starts with just the right amount of challenge infused. "Next time, I'll avoid the fence."

Kyouya finally turns back to Byakuran and the edges of his lips curl up into something like a threat. "We're playing Go," Kyouya says. Demands.

"Lead the way," Byakuran murmurs with a sharp grin.

His eyes stay half-lidded as he watches the DC Chairman walk to an idling jeep and slip inside. He barely notices the rest of the teenagers entering the vehicle. He definitely doesn't notice the still fighting mob a few streets away.

"I'll be back later," he calls over a shoulder to his Guardians as he strides for the car.

Heavy sighs follow him.