𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | -𝕊𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕒-

𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑 4

    Semi and Shirabu speed past the streets, avoiding stopping as much as possible.

    When they get to their destination they pull out their weapons. No walkers run towards them, meaning they are safe. Semi brings his weapon down. 

    “I think it’s safe, let’s go.”

    They split up, grabbing whatever they can find and stuffing it inside their bags. 

    Luckily, this store still had a lot left on the shelf. Shirabu doesn’t even look at the labels just shoving everything inside his backpack. This would probably last them a month, two with the things in Semi’s bag. 

    Shirabu is busy looking at the medicine cabinet when Semi peeks from behind him.

    “Guess what I found.” Semi opens up his gym bag with a broken radio and a few tools. “Get this working and we may be able to find other survivors.”

    “That’s nice, you think we need splints? They have a ton just lying here.”

    “Just grab it, we may need it in the future.” 

    Shirabu nods, grabbing a handful of splints from the floor and stuffing it into his duffel bag. 

    There aren’t any signs of bandages, gauze pads, or alcohol swabs, only expired bottles of medicine. 

    When Shirabu is sure he’s got everything, he walks back trying to find Semi. 

    Shirabu looks through the rundown toy aisle when he hears a clunk from the other side of the stall. 

    “Eita? Is that you?” Shirabu asks but no response, he makes his way to peek at the other side when a hand pulls him back. 

    “Two walkers, another one a few stalls ahead.” Semi whispers and Shirabu defensively pulls out his machete. 

    “I’ll take the two, you take the farther one and any other walkers you see.” Shirabu orders and Semi agrees. He walks away, disappearing in between the shelves.

    It's no doubt Semi agreed, both have different levels of skill. Shirabu is more skilled in terms of close range combat, dealing with up to five walkers with only his machete, while Semi has the more quick and stealthy approach, which proves worthy when they are on the run and spot a couple walkers up ahead.

    Shirabu takes the first walker easily, he swings his machete and it beheads the walker.

    The second one is a lot harder. 

    The walker nearly scratches his arm and it would have if it weren’t for his quick reflexes. He swings his machete down, slicing the walker’s left arm clean off.

    Shirabu steps back to maintain his footing but a long fragment of metal cuts the side of his leg. Shirabu flinches, tripping on an empty can and falling flat on the ground. 

    The metal would have pierced only a small portion of his skin had he not tripped. Now here he is, bleeding in the middle of what’s left of a soda aisle, with a walker lunging at him.

    He has no form of defense, his machete is centimeters too far from his grasps and Semi is at the far side dealing with the other walker. 

    He wants to call out to Semi but thinks about the risk of attracting more walkers into the shop. Shirabu decides not to call out.

    The walker leaps on top of him, growling and baring its teeth at the brunet. Shirabu manages to hold it back from taking a bite from his exposed skin.

    “Kenji, look out!” Semi yells from behind the walker, raising his own machete and bringing it down with one strong slash.

    The walker falls dead on the ground beside Shirabu. Semi scans the wound on Shirabu’s leg, bringing out a makeshift gauze from his satchel.

    “Stupid fucking metal.” Shirabu winces when he takes a look at his leg. There’s a deep cut on his right leg bleeding profusely. 

    Semi wraps up Shirabu’s leg and grabs a splint from Shirabu's backpack.

    “Good thing you got this, huh?” Semi raises the splint and grabs another gauze to fasten the splint.

    When Shirabu’s leg is wrapped enough, Semi stands up extending a hand for Shirabu to take. “Can you stand?”

    “Yeah.” Shirabu takes Semi’s hand and Semi pulls him up but a sharp pain on his leg causes him to lose his balance. “I can’t.”

    Shirabu’s seriously contemplating telling Semi to go back to the home and leave him here. He’d be dead weight. 

    “Eita-” Shirabu starts but gets cut off by Semi dropping his bag on the floor.

    “Get on my back.”

    Shirabu squints then blinks for a few seconds. “Huh?”

    “I’ll carry you back home.”

    “You can’t carry me and your bag back home.”

    “Yeah, that’s exactly why I’m leaving my bag here.”

    “No you’re not, the things in that bag are important!”

    “Well, so are you.”

    “Eita, I’d just wear you down.”

    “Yeah, so we better leave now before the sun sets.” Semi wastes no time, slinging shirabu on his back. “Leave your splint bag and grab the bag with the radio.”

    Shirabu obliges to Semi’s request and just as quickly they set off to their home.

    Shirabu feels useless clinging onto Semi while he’s worriedly trying to bring them home safely. 

    “I’m sorry.” Shirabu mutters, burying his head in the crook of Semi’s neck.

    “Don’t be, accidents happen.”

    This is probably the stupidest accident Shirabu’s ever encountered. It cost them a month or so of food, a necessity for survival.

    “Just be glad you didn’t get bit.”

    “I am glad.” Shirabu smiles, kissing his boyfriend’s shoulder.

    They reach home safe and alive with two bags of supplies and each other.