Singing Doesn't Kill Zombies (Vocaloid FanFic)

1: Two Hours Ago

If somebody had told me two hours earlier that I'd be shaking in fear and holding on to the jacket of my injured childhood friend as the dead pressed their palms against my doors and the living screamed outside, I wouldn't have believed it.

"You're screwing with me," I would've scowled and directed my attention towards something more believable.

And there I was, two hours later, with nothing but an unloaded shotgun and a few old friends of mine, locked away from the horrors outside.

I had just witnessed my father's chest being torn apart, immediately followed by my mom being bitten violently by my neighbour's ten year old daughter. She screamed, my mom, she screamed to me, to Kaito, to Len and Rin, those two blond baseball enthusiasts, to get the hell out of there.

That was all she had a chance to say, really, but how could I leave here there?

Two hours earlier

I was lying in bed, tracing a finger down the length of my arm as the radio spewed out nothing but static. Plates clinked downstairs, mom and dad in the kitchen, my stupid buddy from childhood mooching on our marksman gear that dad had set up in the back.

"Lunch!" My mom's voice was a holler and I covered my ears, lying in a pool of silky teal hair that spilled down my sheets. Groaning, I yelled back.

"Coming, mom!" I sat up straight an swiped a hair tie off of my bedside table, which was an old, rotting thing that was more trash than furniture. It has sentimental value, at least, that's what my mom argued. Truth was, dad just didn't have a job, and we couldn't afford a new one.

I groaned, getting up and tying my hair as I approached my murky bedroom window. The frame was falling apart and the nails were rusted. It was absolutely gross.

Sticking my head out, I peered down at the lanky teenage boy on the dried lawn. He was facing the fence, a slender black firearm in his hands, aiming at the bullseye tacked to the fence's old, brown planks.

"Kaito, get off the lawn!" I yelled, making him jump. He nearly dropped the gun and looked up at me, offering half a glare for half a second.

"One more!" He yelled back. I shook my head furiously.

"No!" I bellowed, pulling my head back in and slamming the rusty window shut. It screeched as I pulled it down, wiping my hands on my shirt before leaving the room.

I skittered down the old wood steps, a hand against the greasy banister, taking in the sight of my parents, Kaito and two uninvited, blond teens in team uniforms, wielding baseball bats.

"We heard there was food," the first blonde said, a boy named Len , slightly taller than the other blonde.

"Your mom invited us," the other blonde, a girl named Rin, grinned, "We won the game!"

I scoffed. "Great," I looked up at my mom. She was standing tall with her hands planted on her hips, wavy, sea green hair tied back into a ponytail, "Mom, you know we barely have enough food..."

She wagged a finger at me. "Your father just might get the job."

They all cheered, except for me, but I couldn't keep a smile off of my face. My father had been hunting for a job for nearly a year now, and we had been saving as much money as we could. That's why the house was such a mess.

So there we were, at the old dinner table, Rin and Len hogging all the mashed potatoes. Kaito had gobbled dinner down and was getting up to go to the freezer for some ice cream. I had eaten all of the leeks off of my plate and was now prodding the potatoes and chicken with my fork, a deadpan expression on my face.

"Hey, Miku?" Kaito called from the kitchen, "There's something outside.."

I rolled my eyes and my mother glared at me for doing so. "What, a bug?"

"No, it looks like a person..."

Len's eyes lit up. "Maybe it's a hobo!"

"Or a hippie!" Rin grinned.

"Or someone's stalking Miku!"

I groaned and put my head down on the table.

"Kaito, is everything okay?" My mom called. He emerged from the kitchen, walking backwards, eyes set on whatever it was that he was seeing.

"T-There's something banging its fist against your kitchen door," Kaito said to my mom before glancing at my dad, "I think you should take a gun."

My parents got up and my father walked over to a wall where he kept a shotgun for emergencies. My mom followed him into the kitchen. Len and Rin were still just eating. I saw Kaito's eyes fall to the baseball bats by their feet before focusing on me.

"Kaito, what the hell?" I frowned, "I swear, if it's a cockroach, I'm never letting you come to my house again."

"Miku, we have to get out of here," he shook his head and grabbed Len and Rin both with one hand, pulling them away from the food.

"Kaito, what is it?" Rin looked up at him, "A hobo or a hippie? Or Miku's stalker?"

"N-None of those," he shook his head and I heard a smashing sound from the kitchen, followed by my mother's scream and a gunshot. I stormed out of my seat and bolted towards the kitchen but Kaito grabbed me.

"Let me go!" I squirmed.

"Miku, come on!" He tugged me along but I slipped out of his arms, falling to my knees and managing to get a glimpse of what was going on in the kitchen.

My mother had a kitchen knife in her hands and she was shaking pulling my father back as a man who looked like my neighbour, David, except greyer and bloodier and, well, deader, lunged forward and grabbed my dad.

"Makari, go!" My dad screamed my mother's name and she sobbed, shaking her head. I was frozen in place till I felt someone's breath against me. Looking to my side, I saw Kaito. He was also frozen.

"K-Kaito, my dad, I..." the words spilled like water but there was no real way to say what I was seeing, so instead, I got to my feet and my mum turned to look back at me.

"Miku, get away from here!" My mom yelled, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"What about dad?" I yelled, grabbing my mom's arm and pulling her out of the kitchen. I still couldn't stop looking at my father, who struggled against my neighbour's grip, and it was funny, 'cause I never recalled my neighbour being so strong.

"Miku, Makari, please!" My dad cried out. I watched in horror as David pushed my father against the counter and dug his fingers into my dad's front, penetrating the flesh and tearing open his chest. I screamed and Kaito pulled me back, my hands still wrapped around my mother's limb. She cried out and pulled away, running over to David and ramming the kitchen knife through his head. I cried out as Kaito's hands flew over my eyes, but it was too late; the image had already been etched into my mind.

"We have to go," I heard Kaito growl. He pulled me away and I heard my mother's shrill shriek. I could see through the gaps in between Kaito's fingers, and what I saw was David's daughter, Flora, looking just as grey and bloody as her father, biting into my mother's arm.

All this, in the span of two hours.