Takashi x Reader

He was handsome

Y/n's pov
I was at home, cause I didn't felt like going to school. I was reading a book, Rio was playing dolly, Ginga was playing on his game boy and my Aunt was knitting. Then suddenly something or should I say someone. Bursted through our door. My aunt and I ran up and saw our next door neighbor. But then again, it wasn't him. He walked up and bit my aunt. She screamed out in pain.

"Get Rio and Ginga out of here! Now!" She croaked.
I nodded and ran to the living room. I grabbed Rio and put her on my hip and held her with one hand. I grabbed Ginga's hand and we ran.

I remembered what my mom told me before she leaves for duty every time they called her in.

"If in case, any emergency. You know were the key is to the basement. Go there."

I ran down the stairs and lifted up the carpet in the downstairs living room revealing a golden key. We then ran to the locked door. I opened it and ushered the kids in. I closed and slumped on the door.

Rio came over and hugged me.

"(Y/n)-nee-chan, what happened to Oba?[1]"
"I don't know, Rio. I don't know." I said.
I got up, ruffled Ginga's hair and grabbed a very advanced duffle bag only a military person could understand. I grabbed a large box that was very organized. I opened it to reveal the ENTIRE Japanese weapon set. I sorted them in their correct places. Then I went to a storage cabinet and saw grenades, guns, rifles, revolvers, etc. I just grabbed them and placed them correctly in the bag. Then I grabbed another on and did the process all over again. So I had two bags filled with weapons.

Then the door bursted down.

Oba was already turned along with our next door neighbor. They walked toward us and Ginga and Rio screamed. I grabbed a hand gun and clicked it into place. Remembering my training at military camp.

I pulled the trigger...

It shot our Oba in the head. She fell down and I then shot our next door neighbor in the head as well. They both fell down dead. Well fully dead.

I turned to my two frightened little siblings. Rio hugged my leg.

"Nee-chan, are we going to live?" Ginga asked me.

I nodded and grabbed their hands and headed to the back door.

"We are going to live, just stay with me." I said.

We ran out the door and left our house. We have to find a warehouse or somewhere to hide. This is crazy, what's happening to everyone around the neighborhood.

We ran and ran and ran until we were surrounded by the zombies. I pulled out my swords and slides their heads off left and right. Making sure they don't touch Rio and Ginga. Soon we heard people fighting so we ran towards them.

Then I saw him...

He had the most beautiful eyes yet. He had tan skin and brown eyes. When he moves his hair has a brownish tint to it. He was handsome.

Not now y/n! Focus in the fight ahead.

So then I start fighting with them.

(The rest of this is from the first chapter but with her thoughts)

"Ugh, Damn it. Hey you guys have a car right?"
"Yes, why?" A lady with purple hair said.
"Can I put my little siblings in there? I don't need them getting bitten." I told them.
Saeko nodded and turned to a fat dude.

"Put the little kids in the car and get the everyone strapped in and ready to leave. Now!" The girl said.
The fat dude nodded and grabbed the little kids.

"No I want to stay with my sister!!! Let me go!"
"Ginga! I'll be fine. Watch over Rio. I'll be there soon." I said.
He nodded as they all went in the car.

After we killed a bunch more. We went in the car but I climbed up on the roof.
"Drive!"

So a blond lady with big ass tits stepped on the engine. I brought my guns our and started shooting.
I saw that handsome dude looking at me but I ignored it.

Soon enough, I opened the roof window and climbed down. I sat in the space in between a red head and that hot dude.

"Its seems you are quite the fighter. Miss." The Lady with purple hair said.

"My name is (y/n), (y/n) (l/n). Nice to meet fellow survivors." I told them.

"Takashi Komuro, nice to meet you." The hot as fuck dude said.

Takashi, nice name.

[1]~ Oba means Aunt in Japanese.

Enjoy the story.