The Survival of
[ Haruhi's first move, when her mother began attacking her with dual-weilded forks, was to get out of the house, and fast. She had been foolish to not prepare for something like this-- of COURSE there could've been a zombie virus that infected the populous. This wasn't the time to regret lack of planning for zombie attack, however. As she stumbled over her drooling "brother", who had decided that the entrance way was the perfect place to count the individual petals on every flower on the wallpaper, her "mother" managed to get a scrape of her thigh-- Haruhi let out a whinced cry of pain, but stayed focused, delivered a well-executed kick at the woman's head, and used the time gained to throw open the front door and split, leaving the NPCs writhing on the floor.
Her first thought was to go make sure Kyon was safe, but she then realized that she had no idea where he was, since they were still house-swapping. She stopped at the edge of the sidewalk and gaped at the town, which was covered with crazy, weapon-weilding neighbors, one by one noticing her presence.
She ran. The stab wound on her thigh bled painfully, but she ignored it. She ran as fast as she could, dodging between the NPCs. To escape, and to find others who had. ]
Her first thought was to go make sure Kyon was safe, but she then realized that she had no idea where he was, since they were still house-swapping. She stopped at the edge of the sidewalk and gaped at the town, which was covered with crazy, weapon-weilding neighbors, one by one noticing her presence.
She ran. The stab wound on her thigh bled painfully, but she ignored it. She ran as fast as she could, dodging between the NPCs. To escape, and to find others who had. ]