Bodies being ripped off of her own, a heavy sigh of relief was released as she exerted her strength, pushing herself up as she swung her bat in a wide circle, anyone within the one meter radius of the bat would have been hit — except for Jack. Though had had the experience of being hit with it, she would be careful not to — for now.
It seemed that the crowds of infected people were dispersing. Was it over? Looks like it. The area seemed to completely clean itself of the evidence that there had ever been such an epidemic running through, the city squeaky clean as everything wandered off and wiped out. “That’s strange..” the girl muttered as she stood up, practically drenched in blood — some of it was her own, while the majority belonged to the countless citizens of which she had taken out of her way. “.. How did they.. What did they..” She was at a loss for words. How was it that they could be released from the virus as quickly as it came?
Yuno didn’t like this city. It was a given. Though there were good things about it, like no longer being hunted down every moment of their lives just for the spot of God, no longer fearing for whether or not they’d live until the next day. All those worries were taken away, if not just significantly toned down. On the other hand, the dangers that the city represented only made Yuno all the more wary of whether or not she should be by Yukiteru’s side at all times. Though it seemed that something about the city just.. wouldn’t allow that, and after a few moments together they would part ways, connected by Yuno’s future diary. Though the phones wouldn’t work any other way, it was.. better than nothing.
Until a buzz sounded from her future diary. Alarmed and filled with panic, the girl dropped her bat almost immediately, shoving her hand into her pocket to pull out the phone, almost dropping that as well because of how quickly she tried to take it out. Urgently flipping it open, the girl opened the future entries, tears gathering at her eyes in anticipation for what she would read — was he injured? Hurt? Dead? What did the diary have to say? What changed? What was their future now?
“Let’s go, Yuno.”
Jack was completely ignored. His words didn’t even reach her ears as she dropped to her knees, eyes desperately searching for the entry she needed. Finally opening up the Future Diary entries, her breathing accelerated as her heartbeats did, tightly gripping the phone in hopes that Yukiteru wasn’t hurt. That it would tell her something positive.
But the world had never been kind to her.
Yukki is looking for me, and he’s uninjured! Ooh, I’m so happy he’s alright! He’s right around that corner, in that big alley, too! He was so close and I didn’t even know! I better go to him right away!
A huge sigh of relief was released as the girl sank lower on her knees, hugging the phone to her chest as small drops of sweat slid down her face, eyes widened maniacally. ”He’s okay.. He’s okay, he’s okay, he’s okay..” Her breaths came in large gasps as she calmed down, slowly as her heart did as well, head lowered to her knees.
Not wasting any time now, the girl forced herself up, closing her phone and returning it to her pocket before getting ready to dash off to where the entry had said he was located, at the moment. Halting right before she stepped forward, she turned to Jack, eyes narrowing suspiciously before she decided that she could trust him.. if not only a little. He had proved himself, and had earned it. But she wouldn’t hesitate to kill him if he ever so much as try to hurt the boy.
“He’s near.. Follow me, if you desire to.”
It was said through gritted teeth, but there it was. An offer for him to follow her — not a threat, but an offer. One that she would probably regret, but now wasn’t the time to linger too much on a thought.
Turning her heel, the girl sprinted off in the direction of the alley — though making sure that if Jack chose to follow after her, he’d be able to catch up. The alley wasn’t too hard to locate, since the entry had stated that it was the largest one. There weren’t many large alleyways, but this had to be it, for there stood the frail boy, walking down and out of the shadows as he — most likely — spotted Yuno, as well.
He was scared.
Everything was frightening in this city, in this fake life he tried so hard to get along with. This world was even more unstable than his original, the place where he was once surrounded by Akise-kun and the rest of his friends. Everything here was so different. No, worse. His Diary was useless and his only source of information, Akise-kun, wasn’t anywhere to be found. The other trio he had made friends with, his first real friends, were no where to be seen either. Only Yuno. Yuno, who’s hair flew in the wind as she crushed corpses with her axe. Yuno, who could still smile so sweetly with blood splattered across her face. Yuno… the girl who loved him with every fiber of her being.
To the core of her existence.
Yukiteru could feel his heart thudding hard in his chest, echoing loud in his head as he ran blindly through the streets, breath heaving in rough gasps. His cheeks were wet and his clothes were stained a gruesome red at the corners— not his thank goodness. The boy’s feet stumbled blindly across the concrete with each twist and turn, hardly paying any attention to where he was going at all. He needed to get somewhere he could be safe. Safe, safe, safe. He had no weapons, no defense against anything now.
Barely scrambling past a particularly violent being, he decided it was time for desperate measures. Thrusting his hand into his pocket, he withdrew his cellphone, teeth grit in knowing the fact he could only use it once a week. The thought of dying here… where no one where find him—! He shook his head and released a broken sob. Just then something barreled into him and he went tumbling the ground in a shriek of pain. “Aaaughhnn!”
No, no, no… If I can just get to Yuno—!
Getting to his feet and grabbing his diary from the ground, Yukiteru darted off, glancing back at the looming others behind him. What about the people who didn’t have weapons like him? He swerved into the nearest alley without acknowledging the answer. Limping to the wall, the blue-eyed boy raised his hands and wiped his eyes ferociously, a cough or two escaping in the process. Why haven’t I died yet? I shouldn’t be here! Blearily checking over his leg, he saw a small gash, probably from whatever that monstrous thing that attacked him. Yukiteru couldn’t pay attention enough to bandage himself… even as small droplets of blood ran down his knee.
A shaky thumb ran over his cellphone…
Suddenly there were footsteps, frantic ones, and the boy closed his eyes and shrunk into the shadows. He was going to die here. Maybe it really was for the better? Should he just face his demons? Trembling, he staggered into the open, eyes wide in preparation for whatever was to come. Ah— it was—
“Yuno,” Yukiteru breathed, reaching a hand out to her, not even minding her appearance as it was. It wasn’t until a figure appeared behind her — a young man — that he dropped his hand, weary.