Princess of Mizukingdom

With Mizuki telling her to be quiet, Haruka did so rather obediently that she did not utter anything. Instead, she peeked out ever so slightly, though not to the point where other people could notice abnormalities on the tree. The people had stopped shooting, but they walked in their directions with guns ready, and they had been conversing with one another. There was no chainsaw in sight either, and Stacies were known to handle a few gunshot wounds. They couldn’t kill her even if they continuously shot her. 

Soon enough, Mizuki’s assumption proved to be correct as the group moved closer and closer to them. She’d never seen the rekill squad up close, so this was her first time. Their weapons terrified her even though she knew that she wasn’t even their target. Mizuki clung to the trunk of the tree, trying to hold her breath so that she could be as quiet as possible. However, when Haruka jumped out to attack the group, Mizuki couldn’t stand by quietly anymore.

They were getting closer, and Haruka’s lust to kill was growing stronger until the girl appeared in front of her again. She flinched, stepping back a little, until her hand was taken and she was pulled away. The gunshots could only mean that there were Stacies nearby, and they managed to spot Haruka with Mizuki as well. They ran, but their moves were sluggish due to the fact that Mizuki was never a good runner like Haruka was, and that Haruka was now as fragile as a twig that she could not move her limbs well enough. 

The gunshots were only getting closer with every passing second. Needless to say, it terrified Mizuki who was unsure of whether or not they should attempt to flee farther away or just stay put. In the end, she decided that they were better of staying where they were. Maybe, they would remain unnoticed and their pursuers would move past them? 

Haruka stared blankly at the girl, trying to see if she could fully remember just who she was, but as a Stacy, her thoughts were never clear. Her vision also warped as well, as if she was about to lose consciousness, but she remained standing still, not moving from her spot whatsoever until the other finally spoke up. As if she wanted to respond, a groan escaped her lips. Something was telling her to come with her, and to trust her. “Urgh…” she groaned, walking forward.

As Haruka began to approach her, Mizuki began to gain the confidence that they would be able to escape from the gunshots unharmed. However, that soon proved to be false as Haruka turned her attention to the threat in the distance that frightened her so much. 

The thought of death particularly scared Haruka, especially now with the new phenomenon that struck the world like a sudden punch in the face. Being reborn after death. Moreover, becoming a zombie after death. Haruka, who usually loved thriller and horror books, was cowering for once at the thought of becoming a Stacy after the inevitable death that came quicker than expected. At 16, Haruka passed, and about a day later, she finally rose from what seemed like an endless sleep. Everything in her vision was warped, and the only sounds that left her mouth were inhumane groans. Nothing she thought of was straight, and her hunger for human flesh and blood had been so unreal that she began to sniff for the scent of humans. Walking stiffly, she wandered around until she caught sight of someone familiar. 

It had been a day since Haruka had passed, and Mizuki spent all her time wondering when she would rise and begin to stumble around, as all the others who had passed had done. Eventually, it happened. As Mizuki rounded a corner, she could see her up close: Haruka. For a moment, it seemed surreal, as if Haruka was truly alive again. But, that wasn’t the case...