𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | -𝕊𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕒-

𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑 5

    The supplies lasted them three weeks.

    Semi will be going on a supply run on his own today while Shirabu would continue fixing the radio.

    “You should stay here, you know, for your little scar to heal.”

    “Eita, it’s healed already.”

    “Nope, stay here, doctor’s orders.” Semi pats his head. “I won’t let you leave the home as long as there’s still a scab there.”

    “Are you sure you can go alone?” Shirabu asks, a worried look on his face. “We can live on frozen berries just until my leg gets better.”

    “But those are rare to find, you’d be lucky to even find 10 of those,” Semi chuckles, putting on his favorite beanie. “I'll be quick.”

    “Make sure you come back alive, huh?” Shirabu comments, wrapping a scarf around Semi’s neck.

    “I promise.”

    “If you don’t come back I’ll find you and actually murder you.” Shirabu glares but his eyes soften when Semi laughs.

    “I’ll keep that in mind.”

    Semi kisses Shirabu’s forehead and walks out with Shirabu watching him until he is out of view.

    Shirabu busies himself with whatever he can. Reading, cleaning, fixing the radio; but every minute that passed Shirabu grew more and more worried about Semi.

    Seconds turned into minutes.

    Minutes turned to hours.

    Shirabu is frustratingly trying to repair the radio when the door opens.

    Shirabu breathes a sigh of relief because that just meant Semi came home.

    Safe.

    “Kenjiro?” Semi calls from downstairs a lot softer than his usual greetings.

    “I’ll be down in a bit.” Shirabu shouts, grabbing the almost repaired radio.

    He sprints down and stops at the bottom stair.

    “E-Eita?”

    He’s pretty sure his senses are fucking with him right now. All those sleepless nights are causing a hallucination, because the sight in front of him is something that can’t possibly be real.

    Right?

    Semi is standing by the door, blood stains all over his clothing and a very evident bite mark on his left leg.

    Shirabu drops the radio, sending weeks of work down the drain.

    “I’m sorry,” is all Semi could let out. “They got me.”

    Shirabu’s breathing gets heavy, he can’t breathe, he feels his legs about to give in.

    Semi’s been bit.

    “No, please tell me this is a prank. You’re fucking with me right now, right?” Shirabu shakes his head, making tears freely roll down his cheeks.

    “I managed to kill off as much as I could, it’ll probably give you two to three walker free days, four if you’re lucky.” Semi limps towards Shirabu but Shirabu still stands frozen. “There’s three bags of food here, it’ll last you the entire winter.

    “Tell me you’re lying, this isn’t fucking funny.” Shirabu looks down. Sobs escape his mouth, sobs that he didn’t even know he could make.