I have been thinking lately, and I've noticed that neither Killua nor I have many ranged weapons other than the few throwing knives we have left, after losing quite a few. Therefore, I decided we might need to go out and get more?

It could be very dangerous. On the way, they might be walkers of all different sorts we would need to fight and kill. We would be less flexible with our backpacks on, although maybe we could make do with just one. Lastly, the building itself is dangerous. The possibilities are endless. It could be overrun by walkers, there could be no safe exit once we get inside, or it could overall have nothing useful.

Though before concluding anything, I need Killua's permission. He may or may not think it's a good idea for us to go, but he might have noticed as well that this needed to be done at one point. I think it might be that point.

I walk over and sit next to him on the couch. He looks up from the screen of his phone and quickly turns it off, throwing it next to him. I see no reason not to bring it up at this exact moment. "Do you think it's the right time to go out and find some range weapons? We don't have many weapons besides those for close combat."

Killua nodded his head and sat up. "I suppose we can do that. I was getting bored anyway," he says after yawning. I smile at him before getting up myself. "Alright then! Are there any particular items we should bring?" I ask as he walks over to the closet where all of our weapons are kept. "Not particularly. All we need are our close-combat weapons and a backpack to carry everything else. If we find anything, that is." He tells me.

In response, I nod my head and pick up my bat, while Killua makes protesting sounds. "Nope, it's my turn." He grins widely and takes the bat from me. "I guess you'll be carrying the backpack," I said. He no longer had that bright smile on his face, but instead looked dejected. He pulled the backpack over his shoulders and scoffed in my direction, but I didn't bother acknowledging it. After giving him a pat on the back, I led him to the door.

We easily snuck out, per usual. There are not usually large groups of walkers around here, but downtown where we are going, there are quite a few. The area where I live is less populated, so people from the more densely populated areas would visit the park and cafe up here, as well as the small stores located nearby.

We made it to the town, and it was nothing to write home about. In the midst of summer, all the heat radiating off the concrete was very obvious, along with all the poor homeless dogs. I have no idea how they managed to survive this long. When and where did they obtain clean food and water?

In addition to that, some buildings had broken windows, and the trees outside appeared stale. Though, that's just how I see it. Killua however, was looking around himself with wide eyes and a slight grin.

Cars sprawled the streets in the most random places, thrown around and flipped. Upon closer inspection, you would see that some cars still had the remains of their owners inside. Trash littered the place as if a garbage truck had exploded by the sheer amount of garbage it was carrying. Large signs and banners were just barely hanging on to surfaces, saying things like; 'The end is upon us,' 'We cannot live like this', 'Do something about this', And many more demands or pleas for help.

I frown as I realize the world might never be the same. 'At least the people knew what was going on. They made the mistake of beginning protests instead of taking shelter, though.'

Killua and I were walking side by side quietly, not saying a word but occasionally sharing glances. "How old are you?" I ask, curiously. He looked over at me, surprised I had spoken, and shrugged his shoulders. "I turned 18 this year. You're around my age, right?" He asked me in return. My smile continued as I replied, "In a few months, I'll be 19."

"You're older than me?!" He loudly whispered and stared at me in disbelief. "Guess so. What's your favorite color?" I then ask. "What is this, an interrogation? It's blue." He had sounded more than pissed off after his recent discovery, that I was in fact older than him. I roll my eyes at his behavior. "Blue is such a common color. You're so original."

Scoffing at my statement, he finished the conversation by verifying that it was 'Just blue,' and just like that, we had gone back to our silent walk. I don't remember the exact amount of turns or paths we took, yet we still managed to find our way to a small, old thrift store on the other side of town. 'How long had we been walking?'

"Hopefully, there is something here. I came here once a while ago and saw some stuff we could use." He explained. I nodded my head as he opened the door, a ringing sound was heard above us. "Shit," he whispered. As we snuck inside, I noticed something in the corner of my eye that made me stop.

"Wait! We are human, and not infected!" I exclaimed while lifting both my hands in the air above my head. Killua stared at me in confusion, before I gestured to the man with a pistol who had aimed at us. He shook his head and raised his hands in surrender as well.

The person lowered the pistol and motioned for us to back away. We followed his instructions, and once we were far enough he swiftly locked the door. "I must have forgotten to lock up." He muttered though I could easily hear.

Killua and I shared a look. What is going on? This was not part of the plan. We sat down on the floor side by side after he ordered us to do so, waiting for something to happen. Suddenly quiet footsteps were coming from the stairs which were on the opposite side of the room.

"Leorio- leorio?! How come there are people here?" the person asked. The other, presumably Leorio, sighed and motioned to us, "I forgot to lock the door. They walked in." "you forgot to lock the door?" the person asked, shaking their head in disbelief and then turning to us. "Are either of you hurt or infected?"

Killua spoke up, "Neither of us are infected, we are only in search of weapons." The person sighed. "You can take what you need, as long as we can form some sort of alliance. If either of our groups are in any danger, we can rely on each other. Do you agree with these terms?" Me and Killua looked at each other, unsure of how to go about this. I was the first to speak. "We agree to those terms."

As we stood back up, I noticed Killua was very tense, and his hand had become a very sharp blade. I gently took his wrist in my hand and rubbed circles on his forearm, noticing how he slowly calmed down. As soon as his hand was normal once again, I slipped my hand into his. "What have you been living off of?" I asked genuinely confused. "There is a small kitchen I made a while ago, but the supply is running low," Leorio said frowning.

Killua kept readjusting his hand in mine, I looked over to see a wide blush on his face. "I'm Leorio, and this is Kurapika." Leorio explained, pointing over at the other, who had their blonde hair tied up. I smiled at them both, "I'm Gon, and this is my friend Killua." I told them, smiling widely. Killua visibly gulped.

Both Kurapika and Leorio looked at each other with small grins. "Yep... Well, if you need anything, you can go look around. And you can take whatever. In return for some food, that is." Kurapika told us. I smiled and accepted. "Killua, should we walk around and see if there is anything we need?" I asked, slightly pulling him, though he didn't budge. I removed my hand from his and waved it in front of his face. He jumped up a bit once he came back to reality, and cleared his throat, "Uh, yeah, let's go."

I smile and follow him towards the stairs. Killua is very different while he is flustered. We walked through the narrow aisles, looking for anything we could use. I ended up finding a few lighters and some throwing stars. I used to practice with those. Hopefully, I'll still remember how to use them.

Gon and I separated and searched different aisles for anything useful.

In all honesty, I've never felt much affection. What happened downstairs, however, was quite different. I've never felt like I just had. Heat spread through my body when he took hold of my hand. I only snapped out of my daze when Gon let me go. Is it wrong that I want to hold him again? I really hope not.

In a small glass case were a few small knives and a multi-tool. I took the ones we would want and continued on my way. Looking around I noticed the place was very dusty, with cobwebs covering most of the surfaces. There were dolls and clown-themed items littering the shelves. I shivered in disgust. I absolutely hate clowns.

Me and Gon met up after a short while and set out to find Leorio and Kurapika once again. "Hey, would you both like to come with us? We have the food that was promised at our place."

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