Death March

Summary: It was all in one moment that everyone decided that Hibari Kyoya was far from human. 1827, zombie apocalypse. AU.

Prologue

With blood splattering across the walls, everyone should have been screaming their heads off in fear for their lives— but all were in stunned silence as corpses dropped to the ground, followed by the dull crunch of their skulls as a buckled boot stomped down on their unmoving forms. They should have all been dead then and there, since they were too scared to fight back.

They all thought that the people walking towards them were sick, that sense could be spoken into them. But Hibari Kyoya knew better. They weren't human. They weren't even alive. Mindless, flesh craving monsters is what he would call them.

Slate-blue eyes glanced up to the students that were cowering at the back of the classroom, eyes wide in terror, which caused him to bite the side of his cheek in irritation. He could understand their looks. It wasn't the dead bodies that scattered the ground that were the monsters to them— it was him.

They were more scared of him than they were of the things that wouldn't hesitate to rip them to shreds. He couldn't bring himself to care, however, as he moved onto his next target, a steel tonfa slipping out of his sleeve as he smashed it into the jaw of the flesh eater, knocking it to the floor, then like the others, crushed its skull with his foot.

"Hibari-san, stop it! They're just sick! You're murdering them for no reason!"

Murderer.

Hibari paused, then turned his head to look at the girl that chose to scream those words at him, a dull smirk crossing his lips.

"Oh? Just sick?" he spoke, his eyes glinting, as if daring her to speak against him. "Fine. I'll stop. But don't blame me when one comes after you and makes you sick."

The girl paled, as did the rest of the room, as Hibari exited, but they didn't follow after him, since they all thought the same thing. Were they going to die? They didn't know.

Walking down the school hallway, he looked at the corpses littering the floor, wondering how long it would take them to reanimate. He shrugged his shoulders, then continued to walk. He wasn't going to stay and protect people who weren't willing to protect themselves. He was better off fighting alone, so no one got in his way. They were all nuisances, stupid herbivores.

Within a few moments he had exited the building, looking up towards the sky, which was a lot darker than he remembered it, even if it was night. He blamed the smoke from fires that were spread across the city, but even he wasn't certain. He walked across the grounds, then out the school gates, which no one thought to shut when the outbreak happened.

He looked around himself, taking note on how many dead were walking about, before walking off. He wasn't scared of them, even as they all turned to face him, blank orbs eyeing him down, before beginning to approach him.

In his eyes, it wasn't too dangerous, since they were slow. They couldn't keep up with his pace and their motor skills were poor. The only thing that caught people out was their grip and how hard they could bite.

He jumped over the wreckages blocking the roads, making his way to the outskirts of town. When he got there, he stopped, then looked back, raising his tonfa and wiping the blood off with his shirt as he let out a low sigh.

Namimori. The source of the infection that no one could seem to control. There was no reason behind it, but Hibari would find one.

Somehow.

A/N: Don't know whether or not to continue. Was in the mood to write something to do with zombies.