[These days, Oikawa keeps everything he absolutely, essentially needs on him at all times - a lighter, two torches (one hand powered, the other battery powered used sparingly when he doesn't have time to pump the handle on the other one), a small first aid kit packed with extras he's discovered he needs over the basics, a jumbo pack of water purification tablets that taste like ass but he prefers over dying if he can't make sure the water is okay in other ways, and enough food to last him three days in a pinch. And his kitchen knife strapped to the outside.
He was on a raiding mission to get fuel for his little gas burner that ran out three days ago, the sky threatening rain an incentive rather than deterrent. He's pretty sure the zombies don't track people by sight and smell seems like the most sensible thing after that, so rain will wash away some of the chance of them following him back to his hideout in the teaching rooms at the back of a library, near where they kept the emergency supplies for earthquakes. At this point, with piles of dead not an uncommon sight along the streets, an earthquake seems like a mild disaster.
When he hears the sound, he thinks it's a bird, but as the it gets closer and Oikawa stills, tucked behind a long since powerless vending machine, reluctant to give his location away, it's clearly some idiot who can't keep his voice down.
He's stumbling closer and- fuck, there's a zombie a hundred metres behind him, just turning the corner. Oikawa's eyes flick between the kid and the zombie, gritting his teeth and taking the option he knows he has to, darting up, holding one finger to his lips and signalling for him to follow. Though, something doesn't seem quite right with him.]
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He was on a raiding mission to get fuel for his little gas burner that ran out three days ago, the sky threatening rain an incentive rather than deterrent. He's pretty sure the zombies don't track people by sight and smell seems like the most sensible thing after that, so rain will wash away some of the chance of them following him back to his hideout in the teaching rooms at the back of a library, near where they kept the emergency supplies for earthquakes. At this point, with piles of dead not an uncommon sight along the streets, an earthquake seems like a mild disaster.
When he hears the sound, he thinks it's a bird, but as the it gets closer and Oikawa stills, tucked behind a long since powerless vending machine, reluctant to give his location away, it's clearly some idiot who can't keep his voice down.
He's stumbling closer and- fuck, there's a zombie a hundred metres behind him, just turning the corner. Oikawa's eyes flick between the kid and the zombie, gritting his teeth and taking the option he knows he has to, darting up, holding one finger to his lips and signalling for him to follow. Though, something doesn't seem quite right with him.]