Undead.

Hello, Twilight.

Fyodor's POV:
"Urgh.." I was awake. All I saw in front of me was.. Well, a broken helicopter. It smelt like fire and oil leaks around me. I also realized there were these chemicals in the oil and that these chemicals were going into what was left of my bloodstream. There was also another guy with me but he was dead. I tried to make out his features to see if he was human or not, because he looked very.. off. It then hit me that this guy was a vampire. I panicked because what if somehow he was still alive, and he was gonna suck my blood?

As I tried to get up, more chemicals started to leak onto and into me. Then I felt strange. I felt like I just got stabbed in the head. Like, a horrible headache. And I felt this horrible twitching, Everything is hurting..

I couldn't help but let out a scream. All I could feel is this agony. Then, something weird happened. My scream, it turned into this weird growl. I started panicking. What was happening to me.. I couldn't handle the pain. I passed out.

Months Later..

Dazai's POV:
Me and Chuuya came back to Meursault, we need to save Sigma. There was a thunderstorm and we are in a helicopter in the sky, I know we're nearly there because I can see the remains of the helicopter that supposedly killed Dostoevsky. The Helicopter is being driven by a port mafia worker. The Helicopter then landed on the Helipad. Me and Chuuya stepped out and all we could smell was blood, and oil.

Chuuya: "Do you think Sigma is actually alive?"
"I hope so." I replied as we walked to the doors to access the inside. We pushed the doors open and everything, what we heard felt empty. The prison was dead silent. Me and Chuuya decided to split ways to search more to find Sigma. The prison still had the dead guards we left here. And all I can smell is the smell of flesh. And a small scent of fire from inside the elevator and hallways.

A few hours have passed. I walked into a room and Sigma was there. But then, I heard Chuuya yelled my name. I first nullified sigma's ability, put him on my back and carried him out to where Chuuya was.
"How?.." I said, I'm lost.
Chuuya: "That oil in the helicopter must've had some weird chemicals."
I couldn't believe it, the Dostoevsky we thought was dead, was sitting here. Undead? Mutated? No. He's a zombie.