The other gathered as their hearts sank. Hanzo rushed forward and knelt down he checked for a pulse, then her breath. He had some CPR training wanting to be a paramedic but settled for a CPR certificate. The urgency in his actions moving one from the other until Hanzo placed one hand on top of the other and both over Mitsiko'a chest. With the first compression a small pool of blood gushed out of her mouth and her head listed to one side spilling more of the crimson fluid. Hanzo turned his head to puke from the sight. The same time Ruyo and Akana screamed together! Mitsiko was dead. The Large arm of the center mast had crushed her chest. Another life cut short as the sun rose in the sky. 

Asano was silent. Kneeling beside Mitsiko opposite of Hanzo. No one really knew each other but to die so naturally scared them more than the dead. Breathing quickly after the scream the two, Ruyo and Akana were in a state of disbelief and shock. Hanzo was recovering trying to get his stomach under control. Yui just stood there in shock but hiding it a little better than the rest. The scene frozen from the rest of the world seeming to stretch on forever. 

The moment broke free when Asano stood up. "We have to keep going. Yui hold the wheel. Hanzo get a blanket or a sheet, something to cover her." Asano stopped to look at the other staring at him silently. Asano never noticed he was the only one with tears streaming from his face. Even though his voice was steady and he was on his feet his eyes burst streaming tears one after the other. He took a second to try and wipe them away only to notice they were not done. The boy slumped his head forward and knelt down to Mitsiko's side holding her hand. The others moved slowly giving backwards glance at Asano. 

((Narrator))The boat rocked on the waves as the crew stood there. Each coming face to face in a death as natural as it was sudden offered no respite for the travelers from Okinawa. Here off the coast of Japan they were more shocked that someone died of an accident then the current zombie horror that was sweeping the land. The only thing they could do was witness the passing of a comrade this night as they fought to live for each other and survive this catastrophe. Surely there had to be some good left some safe harbor they could call home and live out the current situation. Time would be their judge, jury, and perhaps, their salvation. They had Mitsiko wrapped in a sheet and tied off with rope. Saying nothing as they let her sink into the darkness of the water. 

"We have to get to the main land and the authorities. There is no other way." Asano looked on at the others. 

"Fine." Hanzo walked to the anchor and started to raise it from the depths. The others all took up positions to sail the boat to the shore. Letting it run aground. Then using ropes to make it onto the beach the group was silent as they moved into the country. It would be morning soon and they wanted to live to see it.

Moving through the woods Hanzo and Akana took point. They had some wooden oars and the others had poles and pins from the boat. They moved north keeping the sound of the ocean to the right as they moved. 

"With a little luck we'll see the lights of Ibusukii before the sun comes up." Hanzo whispered.

"That's if it's still there." Ruyo replied looking at him with deadly seriousness. "We might have drifted off and be at another peninsula. We don't know where we really landed." 

"From the tidal drift and the time to get to land we might not be on Japan but Amami instead." Asano said looking at the dark coast. "If it were Japan we would see some city lights. This is too dark."

"Good. If it is Amami We can get to the airport. The island might not be infected yet." Hanzo looked onward towards the beach head. "We have to try. Maybe take the boat up the coast to have a getaway plan. We can restock food and water and make it to Japan." 

"I want to believe that. I think going up the coast is the safest route." Ruyo stood by the wheel. "We should get moving." The rest of the group agreed with their eyes looking at the dark coast and others at the blood on the deck. They were too awake to rest now. Securing the rigging and setting sail the boat moved up the coast almost silently save the creaking deck and the waves rapping against the hull. The sun was just about to crest the blue sky to show more of the inland area and what they hoped would be safe.