Osamu Dazai "No, I'm not human." ay.

The sun burns all living things alive, the water dries up, the forests burn. The only salvation is the night, which has become morning for people. Nakahara didn't leave the house much, and when the apocalypse began, he wasn't particularly upset. Life depended on nightly deliveries of food and water, a radio, and attempts to survive. Survived among the "guests. "

"Guests" aren't people. They're the dead, sometimes unaware of it. They're a virus in the head that devours consciousness and screams, "Save yourself. Kill me. "

Nakahara had long been prepared for this and had killed more than one "guest" who had ever entered his home. He had learned to spot them with a snap of his fingers. He had studied them from the moment they first appeared within its walls. A shotgun always lay by his side. However, it seemed at some point he had let his guard down.

One of those "days," when people were running from house to house at night, trying to escape before sunrise, a tall, dark-haired man in a hospital gown came to Nakahara. Nakahara let him in and, after checking, found nothing. The man shared a story about how the hospital had burned down and that not everyone had survived, hiding under the rubble. He then reached Chuya. He didn't say why he was in the hospital, but Chuya didn't care anymore.

Osamu had been living with Chuuya for three years now and heard every shot he fired. They had become almost friends; they argued occasionally, but that had become the norm for them. However, Chuuya sensed Dazai was hiding something and began to notice something strange: no more than three people, including Osamu, remained alive in his house. First, he found a corpse, then checked on Dazai and another man. Osamu was clean, but the second had already been killed under the pretext of "guest." It seemed strange to him that Chuuya let guests in so easily every time.

Not letting anyone else in, Chuuya stayed with Dazai. As much as he hated to admit it, he wasn't so bad with him, but on the other hand, he couldn't understand why his presence bothered him so much.

"Chuya, did you fall asleep with your eyes open again?" the brunette purred, chuckling softly. Chuya winced, noticing those perfectly white teeth. Maybe he was imagining it? "Hey? What's wrong, redhead?" the brunette said quietly, trying to hide his alarm.