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[Tsuki Minamoto]

Tsuki just didn’t know what to think of for the situation. She had been on a bus to a nearby city as a part of a lesson, a real doctor explaining to them and answering any questions that they may have. But somehow, as the woman wasn’t sure how, the bus went suddenly of course and crashed into the thicket below. Wincing as she jumped off the bus and gently touched her head, which the side of if smacked into the window from the suddenly turn of events.

Gently feeling around, she could feel a bump forming, but there was no blood. The dark browned haired woman wasn’t sure how long she had passed out from the initial contact, but all she knew was that she was alone. The other students, the bus driver, the teacher, all gone, missing. She hoped that they were alive, it was all she could do. Looking around the area, she took one last look at the bus, before moving on. Pulling out her phone she flipped it open, before frowning sharply. She wasn’t getting any kind of reception, so she couldn’t call someone for aid.

She needed to find a village somehow, maybe there was one nearby? She could use the landline that was there to call for help. Climbing over a fallen log, she winced as the roof bark scraped hard against her skin. This wasn’t good, her coordination was off, that blow to her head must’ve caused it. Taking a minute, she sat down on the log, taking deep breaths to get more oxygen into her body, she took her own pulse as a check. She sat like that for a few minutes, before getting back to her feet and continuing on her way.

It felt like hours that she had pushed through the foliage, before she stepped on something that was not moss or grass. Looking down, she drew her foot back as she crouched down and began brushing aside the mass of dirt and moss that had built up over the years. Squinting in an attempt to read the worn out characters she absently pronounced them out loud. “Ha...Nu...Da...” She mumbled before blinking, Hanuda? That wasn’t any place that she has heard before, but most cities and towns that were covered in the text’s didn’t include them all. Perhaps this was a small village?

Straightening back up, she continued forward, continuing her trek. After a few more hours, she pushed aside a branch and spotted a worn down path. There must be people here! It was much easier to follow the path to the village as she spotted the rooftops beginning to appear. But something was turning in her gut, as she looked down to what appeared to be a noodle shop, red filled the vision of the ground underneath, a deep red that reminded the med student of blood.

What had happened here? She couldn’t help but wonder as she got closer. This place looked so...old, and there were no people around going down to the...bank she timidly slipped one foot inside the red liquid and shuttered at the feel and texture of it, just make it brief Tsuki.....make it brief. Sliding the other one in, she sloshed forward towards the nearest building and opened the door, the floor was flooded as well, but it was empty, walking in, she looked around for a phone but couldn’t spot one, walking further inside the home, she spotted a stairwell, she made over to it eagerly, to be out of...whatever the red water was, and climbed the stairs to the second floor.

Up here, she peered around again for a phone, opening the closet door and dressers looking for anything that was phone like, but was disappoint. What was she going to do now...?

[Seigo Saiga]

He was far from running out of provisions, but one could never be too sure about the future. Saiga had learned this day in and day out of this strange and foreign place Hanuda had become. His top concern had been finding bullets and dried foods, the prior making his destination once again the housing district of Harayadori. The dilapidated buildings hung open like rotting wounds and the stench of the shibito, these strange creatures caught between life and death, adding to the smell. Their corpses still wandered this plane, where it was he happened to be stuck, this hellish reality cast down upon the undeserving. He muttered beneath his breath as he sorted through the contents of the filthy countertop, rancid strawberry jam splashed over the wood paneling like blood. Saiga continued his search without so much a grimace, crouching in the already knee-high waters to finger through the scattered contents of pickled ginger jars smashed open and noodles swollen with hydration. There was little he could salvage from this wreckage, sticking a few unopened packets of soba noodles and dehydrated rice into a brown leather satchel. A frown formed upon his face at the poor outcome of this excursion. If things grew desperate he’d have to start infiltrating their homes, compromising his own life instead of starve to death. It was important that he kept his health; it was the only thing keeping him formidable against these creatures.

The sound of water moving alerted him, legs moving through the red waters glimpsed through a few torn out panels in the wall. They were thin from what he managed to catch, and their pace hurried. Another outsider or a living resident of the village, Saiga was uncertain. He would find out soon enough, throwing the strap of the bag over his shoulder and continuing to crouch as he followed the figure from the noodle shop. He kept his distance, gun positioned at his shoulder should it turn around and reveal its true nature to him. A shibito, the idea was a dark shadow that often crossed his mind and one could never be too certain. The figure he followed was obviously female, though if she carried the tainted blood the others carried he was still uncertain as she entered the first house she saw. She bore no wounds he could have spotted out and her movements didn’t seem drunk or sloppy, just scared. He rose from his crouching position, water dripping from his clothes and pants soaked as he tread through the water after her. Like the rest of the buildings it creaked and groaned with the slight movement she had made and immediately he picked up the noise. It was a strange sort of a chase, a hunt he was participating in and he continued to pursue.

Her figure disappeared into the blackness of the door, slipping behind a few pieces of torn fabric, her pale back fading from view. Saiga pressed himself against the side of the building, his back pressed to the cold paneling of the house, holding his breath and counting the seconds that ticked by. One, his finger curled around the trigger. Two, he closed his eyes briefly; gaining the composure he so needed to make the killing blow if it came down to it. Three, Saiga moved inside the building, pushing the tattered fabric aside and listening to her footsteps above him. As silently as the house would allow he ascended the stairs, his weapon raised and ready to shoot as he stood at the top of the staircase. She was a slim thing with milky skin and her clothing was distinct to say the least. What caught his attention was the tattoo, an obvious symbol of gang affiliation, and as far as he had been concerned he had already eliminated those within Hanuda. There was something off though, like the boy he had met earlier. “何かお探しですか？“ She was obviously alive.

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何かお探しですか？ = Looking for something?

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[Tsuki Minamoto]

During her searching to look for any usable thing that might be able to be used as a phone, she came across something strange. From what she could tell, it was a video camera, like what they used on TV shows when the Camera man had to be moving around. Tilting her head in curiosity she pulled it out and set it heavily on the floor, looking around it, she finally found a way to turn it on, and since she was curious already, she watched the contents that were saved within.

The manner in which they were speaking in, were definitely not Japanese, perhaps English? If so, Tsuki only recognized a few words being spoken out of it all, but she didn’t need to be fluent in that tongue to see and hear that the woman on the camera was being completely and utterly rude to the man in speckled glasses and short hair. One word kept repeating though, ‘Bella’, and since she was being shown, Tsuki was assuming that she was off camera, but this didn’t seem like an act for a show, the woman was way too emotional, much too angry.

Tsuki felt some pity for the man that was receiving such a tongue lashing.

Hearing sobs, of that of a small girl, Tsuki frowned as the woman turned to yell even at her child, was that a mother at all? To yell at a crying child that she most likely had caused the tears to rush to those young eyes? Tsuki hoped not all foreign mother’s were like that, considerably rude to men for no reason, and yelling at their offspring.

Hearing a creak behind her, made her tense as she looked over her shoulder to the doorway. Someone...was here? Here in this strange water flooded town? Turning off the footage, she rose to her feet, just as the other appeared in the door way, holding a double barrel shotgun. Now Tsuki wasn’t one to normally swear as it was very frowned upon by her mother but, her mother wasn’t here and this situation called for it.

Fuck.

Raising her hands in response, she swallowed thickly at his threat to her, maybe coming here was a bad idea, a very bad idea. “H-hai...” She answered in response to his question, ”I...I was looking for a phone, to call for help. My...my bus crashed and the others I was with are missing.” She replied back, her Japanese, unlike most her age these days, was actually very formal and polite, another thing drilled into her by her mother at a very young age. She never really got into slang, though her father tried to get her too, it never stuck for long.

She swallowed thickly again, ”I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude, but this place looked abandoned.” And flooded with red water, that was natural in the least, but she really didn’t want to insult him at this point, no it just didn’t seems wise to insult the man with a firearm that was pointed right at her.

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OOC: No I can’t write in Hiragana, so all you get is italics

[Seigo Saiga]

Her response to his actions was fairly typical, the flat of her white hands exposed to create some sort of reassurance that she wouldn’t attack him. He felt none, no faint trace that she would not grab the camera within the closet and send herself flying at him, trying to disarm him. Quickly he looked her over. She was unarmed and she looked frightened, stuttering as she spoke. The excuse was as predictable as her actions, though he found some truth in them. As he had observed earlier, she was not from Hanuda, or he would have recognized her, but her dress had clued him in for the most part without any exchange of words.

Saiga took a step towards her, his gun still positioned and finger on the trigger. Her accent was not from the surrounding areas, and the dialect of Japanese she spoke mirroring his own. It was incredibly proper; she must have been from one of the larger cities. “分かりました。 電話は働くのをやめました、外の世界とコミュニケートしている方法がありません。” His expression changed very little, though for a moment his eyes grew distant. What he spoke was the truth. All of the lines outside of Hanuda had stopped working for one reason or another. The only phones that still managed to connect were the ones inside the Saiga hospital; even then, one could never be too sure if they were talking to a Shibito or another living person. There was always the chance that you were communicating with one of those monsters.

“あなたは運がなくなっているように思われます。” He lowered his gun, only to sling it over his left shoulder, the other hand hanging at his side. For the most part, Saiga didn’t know what to make of this. Helping her was out of the question, he could not even help himself given the circumstances. She would be more of a burden if he did decide to take her with him, if she survived the trip to the hospital. Leaving her alone would eventually lead to her demise if she was not careful.

A sigh escaped his lips, his mouth drawing back into a frown shortly after. “もうここに安全な場所がありません。” In a few quick strides he moved towards one of the open windows, the balcony unsteady and he doubted it would hold his weight if he stood on it. He narrowed his eyes to get a better view, the mist obscuring the path up to the Irazu valley church. From what he could the Shibito weren’t patrolling the streets, and if they were. . .

“あなたはあなた自身装備するべき何かを見いだすべきです。 あなたは決してあなたがいつの１（人・つ）に出くわすであろうか知らない「（彼・それ）ら.'” With one last glance he turned his head back to her, his vision level with her pale face. He took this opportunity to get a better look at her, large almond eyes took up most of her face and she looked mature, Saiga estimating this woman to be in her early if not mid-twenties. She had a shapely figure for a woman of Japanese descent, but that was not important. Instead he merely quirked a brow before walking back to the staircase, his back turned as he descended back into the depths of the red water.

“準備されているほうが良いです。” His voice called to her from the first floor, a chuckle escaping his lips as he made for the hospital. Whether not she chose to follow was her choice, he was not responsible for anyone but himself.

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分かりました。 電話は働くのをやめました、外の世界とコミュニケートしている方法がありません。= I see. The phones have stopped working, there is no way communicating with the outside world.

あなたは運がなくなっているように思われます。= It seems you are out of luck.

もうここに安全な場所がありません。= It's not safe here anymore.

あなたはあなた自身装備するべき何かを見いだすべきです。 あなたは決してあなたがいつの１（人・つ）に出くわすであろうか知らない「（彼・それ）ら.' = You should find something to arm yourself. You never know when you'll run into one of 'them.'

準備されているほうが良いです。= It's better to be prepared.

ooc / SO MUCH. HIRAGANA.

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[Tsuki Minamoto]

Tsuki’s brows furrowed together, mostly in puzzlement. All of the phones were down? But...but then why was he here? No, he probably had a reason to be in this abandoned place, and staring at the double barrel shotgun he head within his grasp that was still aimed towards her, it must be a rather dangerous one. But as she continued to stare at it, something nagged at her, even with a proper hunting licenses, wasn’t all fire arms banned from use in Japan, unless you were an official of the law? She wasn’t a hundred percent sure on that actually, she just knew that people in possession of firearms was a rather strict law.

Her mouth threatened to fall into a pout as he stated that she was out of luck, but didn’t as this was not the time to be doing such an action with the circumstances, though her tense shoulders relaxed as he lowered the gun away from her. Thank the gods she was scared that he was actually going to shoot her, and she wouldn’t put it past him, if he actually wanted too. The way he studied her, it was like an assessment, to see if she would be an asset or an liability, and probably settling upon the latter of the decisions.

Watching him curiously, she couldn’t help but stare as he looked out the window, as if searching for something, ”What...do you mean?” She couldn’t help but voice. It wasn’t safe anymore? Was it safe from the beginning? What was it that had this man, who was more or less stoic worried about? She didn’t know, and she had a feeling it had nothing to do with the surrounding wildlife in the area. Though strangely enough, she had noticed while walking through the forest, that there wasn’t any wild life around.

”’Them’?” She echoed, her confusion mounting, ”What do you mean? I don’t understand!” She protested to his retreating back, looking back to the video camera, she grabbed the handle and hefted it up before giving chase after him. It was apparently from the way he spoke that something was happening here, something that was larger than she could currently understand, he knew things, it seemed like the best thing to do was to follow after him.

Though following after a man that had a rifle that moments before was pointing it towards her, she could not escape the feeling that it would be safer with him. At least if she encountered anything by his side at least he’d have the fire power to kill it, even if it meant her dying first, which she was sure he had no trouble in pulling off that action successfully.

She shivered at the feel of the red water against her skin, gods she hated it, before quickly hurrying over to his retreating back and followed after him, her jaw locked stubbornly, ”Better to be prepared, right?” She said quickly, mostly to stop any retorts on her leaving him. She wasn’t going anywhere.

[Yukie Koube]

Her vision is blurred in shades of brown. Speckles of dust consume what is left of her bleeding sockets as she stumbled forward. Incoherent, half drunk in a stupor she cannot possibly wake from. There is a pain in her chest, numb as she recollects endlessly the tasks she had done in her life and the figure she followed with a desperate obsession. Her mouth hangs slack, blood dribbling from the corner of her parted lips, staining her pale skin as it curls around the edge of her chin, dripping onto the starched fabric of her nurse’s uniform.

“Saiga-Sensei.” She cries out in a strangled sob, her legs pushing through the red liquid that has consumed a majority of the housing district. Endlessly she searches for him and for him alone. This falls into the endless habits she repeats. In life she had followed him home, paces behind him and watching him from behind the tree trunks and corners of buildings, her dark eyes stuck to the back of his dark head. “Saiga-Sensei.” Her shoulders are slumped in defeat as she wanders, forever looking for that physical embodiment of her favorite pastime. She longs to see him again, to tell him something left unspoken and this drives her to continue her search.

She hears it then, Yukie turning her head in the direction of the house nearest to the noodle shop. From her throat it began, the soft cooing noise of a dove as he fell into her short range of sight. There he was, walking a few paces a head of her. Saiga, Saiga, Saiga, Saiga. The back of his jacket, the pale skin of his neck, it was him, it had to be. She pushed forward, the water resisting against her leg as she stretched out her arms for him. Yukie was all but ready to embrace him until another figure came into view. It was a woman, a young girl. “Saiga-sensei, doshite!?” She shrieked and lunged for them both. How could he, how could he, how could he.

How could he do this to her.

[Seigo Saiga]

Her ignorance was annoying, though he expected her to understand nothing –this outsider was nothing but trouble as far as he was concerned. Saiga had no reason to continue his travels with her, regardless of the knot of guilt that twisted within his stomach. She was not his concern, if she died, she died and it was that simple of a matter. This had become a wild place and the dead, though they didn’t have the signs of craving for flesh or blood, still took lives without a second thought. These were not creatures of fiction; they were nightmares so horrific even death had abandoned them.

He continued his way through the crimson waters, the noise she created echoing within the back of his brain as he focused on his current objective. The hospital was the safest place for him at the moment, despite the routines the nurses made, once the sun set Hanuda was swarmed with the Shibito, at least from what he had observed. Saiga turned his head to watch as the young-woman followed him, her steps quick despite the force of the water around their legs, throwing his own words back at him. He smiled at this, a smirk forming over his thin lips as he shrugged. Smart girl.

For a moment he thought he saw her, a smear of white and red against the grey skies. Saiga thought he was mistake, turning his gaze back on the path that seemed to rise from the scarlet liquid, the worn rocks separating into two distinct directions. The doctor merely pushed it aside as sleep deprivation, shaking his head before her screeching pulled him back into the sheer reality of the situation.

Yukie had followed him.

The sound of her legs crashing through the water alerted him to her attack, her arms outstretched as she tried to grab for either one that was in range. Saiga turned back, placing himself between the young-woman and the nurse, pulling the gun from over his shoulder to use it as a brace. “行ってください！ あなたはここから出て行く必要があります！” He snarled above the creature’s screams. She was calling for him, asking him why. Why what? Why did he sacrifice her, why did he ignore her, why didn’t he – Her fingers scraped against his face as he tried to find his footing beneath the water that splashed up around his now bent knees. With a grunt he threw her back, raising the butt of his gun to strike at her face if only to put more distance between them if not fell her. He felt the blow connect with her nose, hearing the cartilage break apart as a gush of blood poured from the wound. She didn’t even scream, she just kept repeating his name, over and over again like some strange mantra as she reached for him.
“これはただ厄介なものに過ぎません、今行ってください！” He urged the woman, his head turned to look at her from over his shoulder. There was no fear on his face; there was no hint that he was even fazed by this occurrence, the same indifference falling over his face and into his dark eyes.

During this moment Yukie reached up, her white hands curling around his throat as she leaped on him, submerging them beneath the restless red waters. He struggled for air, his mouth opening to swallow a mouthful of the liquid. Saiga balled one of his hands into a fist, slamming his knuckles against the curve of her jaw, staggering her as he used his other hand, still holding his rifle, to force her small body off of him. He came up gasping for air, his legs pushing him up into a standing position as Yukie slithered to her feet. Immediately he steadied his firearm and pulled the trigger, his aim between her bleeding eyes.

The noise of her temporary demise a deafening crack as he remained absolutely still, the gun still positioned against his shoulder. There was nothing but the sound of his breathing and the steady whistling of a cold wind. The young-woman was gone, to where he was uncertain, but it was not his concern. He took a deep breath, clearing his mind as he turned his back on the corpse of a nothing, a nobody.

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行ってください！ あなたはここから出て行く必要があります = Go! You need to get out of here!

これはただ厄介なものに過ぎません、今行ってください！ = This is just a nuisance, now go!

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E X I T / / SAIGA SEIGO

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