𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | -𝕊𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕒-

𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑 2

    Shirabu runs from stall to stall, grabbing whatever material of clothing he can. Shirts, sweaters, pants, socks, he can’t exactly be picky.

    The cold air swoops in from a broken window and from his spot, he vividly sees a walker walking down the street looking very dead and decayed. Shirabu adjusts his scarf to cover half his face and avoid freezing.

    He stares the walker down one last time before descending deeper into the mall.

    He is busy looking through the stalls when Semi’s voice echoes.

    “Hey Shirabu! I found something!”

    Shirabu walks through the section where he hears Semi call. He finds Semi in the electronics stall with a small blue metal device in his hand. “What’s up?”

    Semi brings the box in front of Shirabu who reads the label on the box, “An MP3?”

    “Yeah! Isn’t it cool?”

“What does it do?”

     “I haven’t figured it out yet.”

“Well, grab it and grab more food with me.”

    Winter is the hardest to survive during an apocalypse. They can’t grow their own food, they can’t hunt, and they have to survive with nothing but very stale pop tarts, old canned food, and melted ice. Every so often they would get a couple strawberries and grapes from their little garden but that can’t keep them from starving.

    When the food’s all out they’ll be forced to go out on a supply run.

    If they can get a couple seeds from anywhere, they can grow more bushes and trees. That would limit the need to go out on supply runs. But as of today, their little strawberry and grape plants will have to do.

    After filling their bags with important items, they exit the mall, heading back to their base.

    The sun is starting to set and the pair take it as a sign to quicken the pace.

    They encounter a couple walkers but Semi is quick to kill them off, one of them being the same walker Shirabu spots from the window.

    The walkers disappeared by the time they reached the farming areas. Since there is no more danger, Semi lowers his weapon and takes Shirabu's hand. They walk the dusty road together, hand in hand.

    Just in the horizon, a light yellow two storey house stands alone.

    Home.

    The two found the house abandoned a little over a year ago and did a little designing for it to fit their tastes.

    The area itself isn't really much, just a small house in the middle of a field with solar panels and barricades surrounding the perimeter.

    The solar panel fortunately gives them electricity but they try not to use lights as much since it attracts raiders.

    Semi unlocks the gate while Shirabu stands watch for any intruders, raising his gun. it doesn't have any ammo but it makes as a nice threat to any bad guys. Once the gates are open, they immediately run inside with Shirabu taking back his lookout position and Semi fidgeting with the locks.

    When the locks are done, Semi stands up, grabbing Shirabu's hand. He pulls him to the direction of the house. “Let’s go, you’ve been shivering like crazy.”

    They finally reach the inside of their home, welcoming the warmth and scent of mint. Shirabu groans, laying down on the couch face first.

“Hi house, I missed you.”

    “Hey, help me put the things away.” Semi calls from the kitchen.

     “I’ll be there in a sec.” Shirabu rolls off the couch, landing on his backside. He leans his head back on the couch when he hears Semi humming in the background.

    He shuts his eyes, focusing on the symphony. He doesn’t realize how much time passed until Semi pokes his forehead. Shirabu opens his eyes and sees Semi peering over him looking as handsome as ever.

    “Hey, you said a sec, I’m almost done with unpacking and you haven’t even stepped foot in the kitchen.” Semi is pouting and Shirabu can’t really acknowledge what Semi is saying because how could he when his boyfriend is pouting like that.

     “You should hum more, It’s soothing.”