H A R U O K I M U R A
Location: Living Room, Kimura ResidenceTimeframe Early Afternoon
Harry Kimura sat in the lounge chair for several hours, his attention focused on one of his mother’s magnum opuses. The plot and characters of
Even Angels Cry was keeping the young man hooked. He felt bad that he had never given it a read before as it was truly something special. Just like his mother was. Emotion flared up in Harry’s heart but he quickly stuffed it down. Now was not the time to get all riled up. Instead his gaze stay affixed to the pages in front of him.
Harry barely noticed as his brother went from the kitchen to his bedroom. Right now all that mattered was finishing reading the book. It took about another hour for Harry to reach the conclusion, but when he did it was very satisfying. Again he couldn’t believe that he had never read it before. He was ashamed to know that he used to actively avoid anything to do with his parents.
Closing the hardcover, Harry took it back upstairs to the room that used to be his parents’ study. It was in this half-library, half-office that Eric Kimura and Jacqueline Nord had wrote many of their novels and short stories. It was a room that Harry had tried to stay out of as a child, as it seemed foreboding to the youth. But now just nostalgia flowed through Harry as he placed
Even Angels Cry back on the bookshelf. A great feeling of loss washed over Harry as he remembered his parents.
Once more, Harry pushed away his feelings. He never liked talking about them, and sometimes wished they would just go away. Wanting his brain to focus on something else, Harry decided to grab some old paper maps his father had in his desk drawer. Harry’s father Eric had always had a thing for outdated formats, collecting things like 8 track or in this case, actual maps.
While they were OK for right now, Harry knew that the supplies here on Mulberry Street would run thin soon. So it would be a necessity to go out and scavenge, probably heading to the various communities that surrounded Huddeen, hence the maps. Harry could admit that he wasn’t well versed on the nearby towns, so he had been using the maps to try and plot out supply runs. Of course the people who seemed in charge here on Mulberry had yet to approve such a task.
Since the barricade was put up, Harry had been butting heads with the older folk, the true residents of Huddeen as they liked to style themselves. Perhaps this gathering of the younger residents that was coming up could swing the balance of who was in charge. With that thought, Harry set a timer on his phone for quarter to two.
Harry would then spend a lot more time going over the maps, making notes in a journal, as he hated typing long messages on his phone. Before he knew it, Harry’s phone chimed. He then quickly put away his maps before heading downstairs. He wondered if Kit had already left, but that was quickly answered when Kit emerged from his bedroom.
“I was wondering if I had to get you,” said Harry as he put on his shoes,
“We’re cutting it kind of close.”“Yeah, well I needed some me time,” responded Kit as he grabbed a bag from the kitchen,
“But yeah, we should get going.”Harry then left the Kimura house, Kit right behind him. The brothers then headed down Mulberry Street, taking the few minute walk it took to the gazebo in question. Harry noticed that they weren’t the first to arrive, so he tried to slink into the background. Truthfully, Harry had always felt out of place with the youths of his neighborhood, never really fitting in. It didn’t help that he had a reputation for thinking himself better than the town of Huddeen.
K I T A R O K I M U R A
Location: Kitchen, Kimura ResidenceTimeframe Early Afternoon
Kit Kimura quickly devoured his bowl of instant oatmeal, not caring that it was the cheaper brand. He then washed his bowl in the sink, still glad that the water was running, before returning to his cupboard. While he had promised Holly some food, Kit did note that they had little in the ways of extra food. The Kimura kitchen was slowly running low on a lot of staples, something Kit saw Harry acknowledge with his limiting of meals. Although he didn’t want to admit it, Kit could see that in maybe a week and a half he too could be asking for donations from the other people of Mulberry Street.
Still, Kit felt that he had to help, as it felt like the right thing to do. So he pulled out a reusable grocery bag and began filling it with the canned goods he had mentioned to Holly. A few cans of beans, some soup mix, and a can of evaporated milk made up Kit’s selection of goods. He considered heading over to the Holloway residence now, but decided he didn’t want to leave the house. Something about this particular day was really triggering Kit, his anxiety running rampant. He needed time to chill out.
After brushing his teeth, Kit headed back to his bedroom, collapsing down onto his bed. His body was still cold from the freezing shower, so he pulled his sheets over his body. He remained there for several minutes, unmoving, staring at the ceiling. Eventually his brain told Kit to get up, as it didn’t like his inactivity. Rising off the bed and heading over to his mirror and dresser, Kit’s eyes made contact with the photos attached to the mirror. They were Polaroid photos of his friends from high school, as Polaroid was retro which made it cool.
The photos were of a wide variety of students from Huddeen High School, representing many different cliques. That spoke to Kit’s ability to get along with anyone, as he had a huge friend base in town. But those positive memories of the past were overtaken by thoughts of today. Most of the people in the photos were probably dead. As they didn’t live on Mulberry Street, Kit had no way of knowing if they got to safety. They had shored up his street very early into the zombie crisis, unsure if anywhere else in town had managed to survive.
Needing to focus on something else, Kit grabbed the Nintendo Switch that was sitting on top of his dresser. While Kit was usually an avid gamer, he hadn’t felt like playing much since the whole end of the world thing. As a joke he considered playing a zombie killer game, but decided against it as he wanted an escape from real life, which now included zombies.
Going back to his bed, Kit decided to play through Zelda for the umpteenth time. Many hours were quickly sunk into the fantastic adventure, before Kit checked the time on his phone. It was ten minutes to two. Quickly saving, Kit turned off and then put away his Switch. Exiting his room, Kit saw his brother standing by the front door, putting on his shoes.
“I was wondering if I had to get you,” said Harry,
“We’re cutting it kind of close.”“Yeah, well I needed some me time,” responded Kit,
“But yeah, we should get going.”Kit then grabbed the bag of food for Holly, before throwing on some running shoes, Kit and his brother then departing their family home. Walking down the street, they reached the Merriweather gazebo in only a few minutes. A few of the other youths of Mulberry Street had already arrived, gathered around the gazebo. Kit walked over to the gathering but didn’t say anything. He wasn’t in the mood to talk as he was having an off day.
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