Highschool of The Dead x Male reader

Last to Know

Your eyes slid open as you saw the familiar roof of your old room. You could faintly smell pancakes and waffles in the air as you cracked a small smile. Mom made the best breakfast in the universe and any second now your little sister would run to wake her big brother up to eat. You  tried to lean up and get ready to surprise her, but your limbs were unresponsive. You seemed sapped of energy and what little you could feel from your neck up was nothing but pain. You shut your eyes tightly in attempt for the pain to pass yet it seemed to grow stronger. Your brain searched for anything to try and take your mind off the unbearable pain and then your mind conjured up a picture of Saya. Your little tsundere. You thought back to when you saved her back in the highschool, finding each other in the apartment complex, and then the passionate kiss you two shared. Then you realized Saya had confessed her love to you and you due to distractions and a slight fear of her father and mother never responded. As soon as you could get up you where going to tell her your response. You loved the pink haired tsundere. There was a quiet knock at your door and then the doorknob turned creaking slightly as the door swung open. You kept your eyes shut thinking it was our little sis only to hear the calm voice of your mother accompanied by the smell of syrup and pancakes.

Mom:I know you can't hear me right now honey, so I am leaving your breakfast here for when you wake up.

You heard the slight thump as the plate was placed on your nightstand. You heard a sigh as your mother sat down on the edge of your bed and began to run her hand through your (H/c) hair.

Mom:I know it's hard to understand, but this will be for the best. You and your sister are going to be immune to this nasty virus and with the help of other selected by the government we will create a better world.

Was she serious? So to create a better world you let billions of humans be turned into walking flesh eaters and the un selected to die off in the streets? You knew your father did special work but this.... This was hard to comprehend. Anger boiled inside and mixed with an ever growing fear. Was your little sister all ready given the serum? Will it have side effects like it did for you? And was Saya one of these special selected people? Your mother lifted her hand from your scalp and stood up. 

Mom:I hope you wake up soon. Your dad may not seem like it, but he is really worried for you.

And with that you heard the door creak again and close. Oh really? Your father cared for you? He really cared when he gave you this serum without your permission, he really cared when he shot at you and nearly hurt you and your sister, and he must have really cared when he dragged you away from your love! You snapped your eyes open and tried to lift your arm. It raised a few inches before plopping back down on your cover. You took a deep breath and forced yourself forward trying to get yourself into a seated position. You did it only to feel yourself falling back. So your arm shot out and gripped the first thing it could find to keep yourself up. It just so happens to be the nightstand and your finger had dug into soft pancake and sticky syrup. You sighed before pulling yourself up more and finally maintains yourself. You pulled your fingers out of the pancake and looked at your fingers. For a split second you contemplated licking your fingers clean only to decline. Your mother was nice, but easily convinced of the stupidest things. It would be all too easy for your father to convince to put a sedative in to kept you calm. You wiped the substances on your comforter and moved your self slinging your legs over the side of the bed and resting them on the ground. You quietly counted to three before pushing yourself out of bed. Your muscles screamed in pain, but you managed to stay standing. You shuffled your feet toward the door and gripped the knob. You pulled open the door and peered out into the hall. The faint scent of breakfast became stronger as you heard laughter come from the kitchen. Your little sister must be with your parents. You stepped across the hall into the bathroom as quietly as you could shutting the door and locking it. You flipped on the lights and stared in the mirror.