Staying quiet and hidden he watched the dead shuffle out of homes and into the street. they moved to the fire almost drawn to the light. Maybe it was the heat? Why would the dead need either? Could they even see light with white dead eyes? Whatever the reason he was grateful that they didn't notice him. Asano watched his companion walk out of the shop with a sack and a base ball bat. It was metal and had sports tape on the handle. 

She looked pleased with the find. She turned to notice the sky in the east turning a lighter color. "Well, looks like we survived the night. We should find a place to rest. Any ideas?" She tilted her head to the side and gave him a smile. The first time since this night began. Getting to his feet Asano looked into the distance. "They are attracted to the fire we should get some distance." He turned to watch her expression and caught his eyes wander only once. 

Catching his gaze her smile faded. Her hair was a mess, her clothes didn't fit, she had blood splatter on her face, and she was sweaty. All that had happened tonight and he still took the time to be a perv. Mitsiko clenched the shovel in her hand tighter. "Then we should head to the coast. It looks like they are moving inland. Maybe we could find a boat or something. Travel along the coast." She moved to the back of the bike and waited for Asano to follow her lead. 

Steadying the bike he put one foot on the peddle, waiting for her to climb on. She kept on hand on the shovel and on hand on his shoulder. The sack made it harder to balance so Mitsiko slid the shovel between the sack and her back with the metal pointing up. It didn't help her balance. "Sigh.." She leaned over his shoulder. "Don't get any ideas. It's just for balance." She put both hands on his shoulders and stood on the wheel bars. The sack forced her to lean forward more. 

Asano rose to put his weight on the peddle. It was harder for him. He wasn't use to this much effort. Heading west away from the fire and the town they rode to the coast staying on the street they saw no cars. Everything was quiet. He was tired, He wasn't sure how long he had rode for but the morning was fast upon them.  "I gotta stop."  He rolled to the side of the road and put his foot down for balance.

"We only went three miles." She got off the bike. "He was just a kid. Probably never went further then this in his life." Mitsiko thought. "Fine, whatever. We'll switch here." She handed the sack over to Asano and took the bike. He looked tired an ridiculously small with the sack on him. The shovel handle almost touched the ground behind him. "Get on." She didn't look back.