A/N: Greetings Gorehounds! This is the sequel to the 2014 FanFic To-Love-Death. If you prefer a story with tons of action without context then read ahead fellow literati, but if you are wondering as to how and why the weak humans Rito and Yui are now zombie kicking badasses, and princess Lala, Nana and all their other friends are dead, please, read To-Love-Death. Oops, did I just spoil the first instalment? My bad, want more context? Then read part one!

Prologue: Our Darkest Day

This is the way the world ends.

This is the way the world ends.

Not with a bang, but with a Garfield Comic.

I was reading a Garfield comic the day the world ended. Forgive the cliché, but the day started out just like any other. I met up with my friends, who at that time I merely took for granted. Lala Deviluke – the alien princess escapee who sought refuge with her sisters in my home – was being irritating as usual. Mio and Risa, the class couple were excited for their school trip.

We all had plans for our future. But they only turned out to be delusions of grandeur. Yet, looking back on it now, I spent more time worrying about them than I did on myself. I never really even had any dreams. I always worried the alien sisters, for my own sister or the alien-plant-human-girl we care for. We call her "Celine" and she calls me "Papa".

When all our governments fell from the zombie threat, I found a new sense of freedom in the world's darkest era.

In this freedom, I found out something I never realised I lost. Myself. As the pillars that constructed our society cracked and burned, I spent more time to reflect on myself. For the short time I alone, not talking to the other survivors, I found new sides to myself.

However, even though such ideals of freedom are romanticised, I can't go without saying that the world I live in, is marvellous yet horrific.

The man who killed my friends, who destroyed this earth within only a few weeks, was an alien warlord from the far reaches of the universe. He called himself Gruello. I knew nothing about him, what he was or why he did what he did, all I can do is speculate. He came to make Lala his bride. But this man wasn't like the weak villains my friends or I had fought in the past. No, he wanted a submissive bride, a zombie bride. He infected her. Murdered her. He slashed my chest and left a massive scar right across my whole torso.

As students and teachers came to aid Lala, she infected them. But it wasn't her, not anymore. It was the virus that took her over. It made a lovely girl a monster. So those innocent people died, and my friends died. Only I and a handful of other escaped the school that day.

A few weeks have passed now, my friends, that is; Momo, Yami, Yui, Miss Tearju and Nurse Mikado, escaped in a helicopter. The army sent us to Fort Saipan. We were safe, and dealt with the shock and grief. Yet, that passed, and sadness turned into rage. We enlisted in the army's 'Civilian Heroes' Brigade. They taught us how to drive, survive in the wild and use weapons properly for our own protection. Though that may seem ridiculous for us to go through all that basic training in such a small timeframe, the army made it work. We went through intense and long days of training. We lived in the barracks and ate with the soldiers. Of course many volunteers dropped out, this training was to pick off the weak and let the strong thrive. Out of my friends, it was only Yui and I that made it through, maybe it was something about the survivor's guilt that fuelled my longing to fight back, rescue and help survivors and take back my goddamn planet. One of my teachers, Miss Lunatique Tearju, became a recon agent. She was in charge of scoping out the areas before we would enter to make sure it was safe.

Her daughter, Yami, though an alien assassin, didn't want to join us. It was something to do with her weird moral code. Strange enough an assassin would have any kind of morals but whatever.

In the past weeks, I haven't had any word of my family, I fear they're gone. My sister and my dad lived in Saipan, they're defintly dead. I'm sure of it. My mum travelled around the world, at the time of the incident, she was living in Paris and I yet been able to contact her, even with fully functional Wi-Fi and phone lines. Celine, the alien baby was meant to be at home with her babysitter. I know there was some non-perishable cans of food in the basement and the city's water supply hasn't been dried up yet. Hopefully that would leave them both safe.

I had amazing dreams where I would arrive home and Mikan and Celine would be okay. Yet, when I awoke, the nightmarish realisation that they could be both possibly dead runs up my spine like a cold chill.

And died painfully.

That's what really scares me. This is why I joined the Civilian Volunteer Brigade, to save my family. I need to reach my house. The house is still intact. I know this from climbing tall buildings and finding it with binoculars. My house is still intact and reachable. It hasn't been destroyed like most of the city.

There are two things getting in the way of my house and myself. The zombies litter the streets below. They slowly and aimlessly wander through the streets looking for food. The majority's in the city, but there's still plenty in the suburbs. The second thing is the school. Ever since Gruello made his mark, which was creepy giant vines that wrapped around the school and flow into the streets. They're covered in giant thorns and will attack any living thing that comes to close. Whether Gruello is still there or not, I'm not sure. But living close enough to the school makes the trip back home that bit more perilous.

Needless to say, this world is changed and so am I. Before, I was fleeing, now I survive.

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