@Kurisa @Hebigami Shiho @other people that aren't mentioned in my post
"A-ah, okay... I'll try to look for them, I guess..." Yukito frowned. If his friends or "senpais" were dead, then he was fucked. No one but these strangers and acquaintances, who he barely knew other than Utaho, the delinquent. Hopefully she didn't notice
him. By this time, Yukito believed that Shingen was dead, not being out of the room since he came in.
"Wh-where are you guys headed...?" A group was all he needed to survive. As long as there was someone with him, he wouldn't be eaten by the 'things'. The young glasses boy picked up his weapons after the barricades were finished, and held them close. Even if this group was one of his only chances of survival, he still couldn't really trust them. He had to be ready. If not, then... he would be used as bait, and the zombies would have a meal. Scanning the crowd once more, he spotted the wound on Ami's ankle.
'Oh god... has she been bitten...?' He was about to speak up, when a conversation between the delinquent and her lackey rose up. The name calling? Yukito was not a fan of that. But when Ami died, he felt some type of relief. Relief that he wouldn't die, but also sadness that someone else died instead. Even if it was a slut. Yukito was also astonished, with a similar expression as on Kirari's face. He exchanged looks between the sobbing Kirari, and Utaho.
"C-couldn't you have found... another way...?" He looked away, fearing what the very
scary girl might do to him. But it was worth asking. Knowledge would also play a key part in survival. And that was definitely what he needed at the moment. The only downside was that he was showing to everyone new that he was meek and definitely scared.