Shortly after the sun came up, the three remaining members of our original group went out to bury the fourth. One long, silent trip back to where we had escaped the previous day.

Because there were still walkers in the area, I decided it would be a better idea to park on the side of the road and walk down instead. We got out of the car discreetly and gathered a few weapons before walking down the long lane leading to the house, which was also apparently a helicopter landing zone.

"What do you think, how are we going to get to him?" Leorio asked, crouching behind a tree near the laneway's beginning. Me and Gon stood behind the tree, watching over the walkers who'd already flooded the area and the gap in the fence from which the walkers were entering.

"Well, we could either enter through the front and out through the front, or we could climb the cell tower and exit through the front." Gon says this while pointing to each entrance. "Wouldn't it be quicker to climb the tower and then descend the same way?" In hushed tones, Leorio remarked. "It could be faster, but it's unlikely gonna be easier. Remember, we'll be carrying a body."

"I suppose it would be easier to enter and exit through the front. When we enter, we can easily kill the walkers on our way in and make a safe exit. We'll have to fight the walkers while carrying the body if we enter through the tower." I explained to Leorio, who nodded in understanding.

Shortly after, Gon rushed forward and behind another tree closer to the house, urging us forward. Without delay, Leorio and I raced towards Gon and kneeled next to him. "All right, so I was thinking we could just run inside and kill anything that moves." He says, warily peering at us. "That sounds like a good plan to me." I responded sarcastically, but I was still willing to go through with the 'plan.'

Gon gave us a thumbs up and sped up to the door, luckily no walkers had noticed. We pursued him once more, stepping over the door that had been thrown from its hinges. "All right, now keep an eye out and don't be hesitant to kill."

We tightened our grips on the daggers we held close to our chests as we walked slowly through the corridor that eventually led to the stairs. A small carcass, resembling that of an animal, sat on the last step. I looked down at the tiny thing, appreciating it for its sacrifice the night before.

Crunch.

That was the sound of a tall walker moving quickly over to us. What was the cause of the crunch? It's possible that it had been a broken bone. Why was it only because of that sound that I realized it was pulling itself towards us? A slash rang out across the narrow hallway, and Leorio yanked his dagger from the walker's head, watching it fall to the floor with yet another satisfying crunch.

The familiar smell of rotted blood filled the air, causing us to move on and finally venture upstairs. Now and only now have we realized how creaky the stairs were. Wincing with each step and wanting so badly to yell at Leorio for sounding so damn loud when he walks, we made it to the top step. The wide open door gave us full view of the couple walkers guarding the room Kurapika was in.

"I say that we simply walk in and kill them." I replied flatly. They seemed to approve, so we went inside and grabbed their attention. As a walker surged towards me, reaching out with bloodied hands, I tightened my grip on my dagger. I grabbed its shoulders and spun it around, slamming it against the wall and slicing its throat before stabbing it on the forehead and throwing it to the ground.

The single other walker in this area had its head bashed in by Gon's bat, leaving a massive bloodied stain on the bat's surface as well as little chunks along the nail heads. The walkers had been killed, leaving only us and the remains. "Is that... How could, is it??" Leorio stammered and took a slight step back. Following his gaze, I discovered a battered corpse opposite to the windowsill.

Chunks of skin had been torn from the body everywhere visible, and bruises and wounds were sprinkled around the gory flesh like freckles on the fine skin's surface. Soft blonde hair had fallen from the scalp, leaving blisters to fill in the gaps. The stomach had been eaten from the outside, creating a huge gash through which blood and pink oozed out, exposing the tissues and bones. The grey eyes appeared lifeless, but still remained open.

I turned aside a second after looking at him, now facing Gon, who had a disgusted and pained expression on his face. He walked over to Kurapika and draped a blanket from the top of the bed over him, bringing the body into his arms bridal style. "Leorio, you decide where you want to bury him." Gon says with a small smile.

Leorio was driving with Gon in the passenger seat, while I sat in the backseat with Kurapika, whom sat upright as if he was still alive. Personally, that terrified the shit out of me. Every time Leorio took a turn, I'd have to hold Kurapika's shoulder to keep him from falling on top of me, or cover him with the blanket if it slipped off.

Leorio eventually pulled into a beautiful field full of wildflowers and green grass. When we got out of the car, Leorio did the honor of carrying Kurapika to the middle of the field and placing him on his lap. "Do you want it this here?" Gon probed, stabbed the soil with a solid metal spade and threw me another. "Yeah. Believe it or not, Kurapika and I discussed death while we were staying at the house. He said that he wanted to be buried somewhere distant from anything else. He wanted to be free as a spirit." Leorio spoke up, his voice cracking as he wiped away stray tears.

Gon sighed and dug into the ground, starting to dig the grave in which Kurapika would spend the rest of his life. Both Leorio and I helped dig a large enough hole and completed quickly. When it came time to bury Kurapika, Leorio pulled him close to his chest, ignoring how blood began to seep through the blanket and onto his shirt. He sobbed and placed Kurapika into the hole, kneeling over him and crying.

Gon shed a few stray tears as he must have found the scene distressing, while I stood solemnly next to him. Leorio then stood up and grabbed the shovel, scooping up the dirt and dumping it on top of Kurapika's stained blanket in anger. Gon approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder, bringing a halt to Leorio's jerky movements. "Leorio, calm down. This is Kurapika, and you must be careful." Gon said with a sorrowful smile. Leorio kept crying softly as he eased his motions.

"Killua, can you find one of those spare boards from inside the car?"

I nodded without hesitation and left towards the car. I searched the car inside out and found a small piece of wood from underneath the back seat, then hurried back over. Yeah, Maybe I would do anything for him.

When I arrived, Kurapika was entirely buried, with Gon poking a stick out of the ground behind it. I handed the piece of wood to Gon, who then handed it to Leorio, allowing him to carve words onto the flat piece of wood while squatting on the ground with his knife.

Gon rested his bat against the stick and hung the wood from a nail in the bat.

'Here Lies Kurapika Kurta.'

We stood up and walked away once we were finished. "Wait, what are you doing leaving your bat?" I was confused as to why he would leave his favored weapon behind. Gon gazed into my eyes as we walked, clearly unsure how to phrase his sentence. "So, a while ago, Kurapika and I made a bet, and he won. The winner would receive a weapon of their choice from the other person. I chose because he didn't get to." He explained this by placing his hands in his pockets.

"Bet? What was the bet?" I questioned, intrigued. 'Could it have been about who died first? Is that something they'd wager on? No, because the victor would have received a weapon.'

"It was whomever confessed first, but since he was already seeing Leorio, he had to propose. Everything happened because he was nervous in the first place. But, because Kurapika has already won, I guess I don't need to try anymore."

That made me even more confused. Confess?

"Confess? What exactly do you mean?"

Gon slowed to a halt, prompting me to turn around to find him staring at the ground, clearly anxious.

"Like, erm, who we liked or whatever. Killua, I was supposed to confess to you."