It starts with "K" (KagaKuro Fanfiction)(Boyxboy)

The Meeting

The world has become a fucked up place. We'll it's already fucked up to start with. What I mean is it's in the worst state. The zombie outbreak spread like wild fire and a lot got infected in no time. We'll never know the cause of it.

Today's no different from any other day. I'm just roaming around the airport like the other zombies. I don't even know why are we swarming around here, maybe there's something special about airports.

Anyways, I haven't introduced myself yet. I wish I could, but that's impossible right now. The memories I had when I was alive are gone, all of it. All I know is I've become a living corpse who, no, who is for humans, so "that" is more appropriate, that feeds on the living. It's gross, I know. How I wish to be human again.

While walking to nowhere, well, I don't know where I am headed to I just keep on walking, I saw these guys called boneys. They are those black skeletons who attack anyone with a heartbeat. We'll become like that at some point too. When we finally give up living the zombie life.

Oh great. I spotted someone on his way to transform into a boney. He peeled his already grey, rotting skin like he's peeling a large band aid on his cheek. Ugh, stop, stop it. It looks awful.

I reached the food court and there I found this guy I couldn't say is my friend. He's sitting on one of the stools in front of a burger stall with the magazine he always reads in his hands. I sat beside him. For some reason we share this mutual feeling of getting annoyed just by seeing each other's faces.

"u...uhrgh...uh..u", I groaned.

Did he get that? I said, "Fucker, you're reading that again" by the way.

"Mrgh..gh..ugh..", he replied.

I guess he did get what I said because he's pointing at the damn girl's huge tits in his porn magazine while wearing an expression that is most likely a smirk.

This perverted tanned idiot.

Even if he stares at those nudes for the whole day on a daily basis his dead dick won't revive again.

But I kind of envy this idiot. Unlike me, he remembers that his name starts with an "A". Whether it was his first name or the last, I have no idea. His name must be "Aho".

He could sometimes dribble a basketball too, even though he's slow. It's something my limp zombie arms and hands can't manage.

Sometimes we could say something aside from groans, words like...

"P...per..vert", I said and knocked the magazine off his hands.

And

"Basss..tard", he replied while glaring at me.

This is bad. I suppose I made him angry and this might result in a fight and that's not nice. Not nice I mean, throwing punches in slow mo. It'd look funny and we'd look like idiots, so I need to say something that will stop him from throwing his already clenched fist at me.

A nodded. Good. Food can stop fights and we share the same tastes in food.

"..Ci..city..", he said.

Our journey for food hunting started. Off we head to the city. Some joined us along our way, we didn't mind. The more the better. The remaining humans are most likely armed and they know where to aim, so it's better to move as a group, like a pack of wolves hunting for their prey.

We're going there by walking and god we're slow. Even toddlers are faster. But we're actually fast when we spot a human. It's like being bored during class hours, but is fast when it's breaktime shouting, "This is the Japanese lunch time rush!"