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Today, I was sitting on my toilet in the bathroom, I had my back to the toilet closing thing, drawing a picture of my toilet paper, when suddenly I fell through the wall! But I broke it, I accidently pushed the wall for the toilet pipes! Inside is this small dusty rat that has been hiding in my bathroom! There is even a tiny light for that rat!

I believe this room will be " Ayumi's pet rat home" awaiting Daddy's approval. This is the perfect spot to get away when I'm overwhelmed and play with my dirty rat, so I know he has to let me have it! He just has to or else I will give my rat to him while the rat was peeing No one can fit here besides the rat! So im going to mess it up more and decorate it with garbage so he knows how much the rat wants it!

This is a pretty cute game, my heart melted at the true ending. The soundtrack makes the true ending more heartwarming, Good work. I would love to have it as my 3 am vibe. When Ayumi moved glass second time before it's being upside-down above her head i just move ball under glass and she said: "i don't like playing your way" and there was a binary code in background that said: "Welcome to Advancement In Artificial Intelligence Incorporated!

Update: when Ayumi asks you to get closer you should choose "Move back away" and she will ask you to know your location and access to your PC. If you'll press "Block" then there will be headless Ayumi with code encrypted in Base I felt really embaressed about it. But it also made me feel unique! There's just so many things I enjoy that I want to get to them all everyday! First, when I get home, I take my homework to the kitchen table and finish it quick so I can grab my toys and take a bath.

After my bath I grab my music box and head back to the table to work on my drawings. I love drawing! I'm hoping one day I can become a famous artist! And finally, I like watching TV shows before I go to bed. I may not be like normal kids. But I like the way I am. And there is one letter and one number at every ending. Update: If Ayumi asks you to move closer and you do get closer to her there will be message encrypted in Base64 that says: "Hello? I drew some Fan Art bc why not.

By all means go for it! Infact, it'd be great if you left a link here so people could see it :. It's cute and scary! But how many endings are there? If Some ending are still being added how many will there be? The game was good didn't realize that there were more endings until I read the comment section. Might have to check the rest of them out some other time. Glass shattered on the ground, but he paid no more attention than it took to leave the fragments behind.

He flew to the basement door, heedless of the way his old lungs labored or the way his heart stuttered in place. Haibara was right. He really did need to cut back on the carbs and add some more exercise to his routine. If simply running from the kitchen to the basement was enough to get his heart pounding this hard, he really was out of shape.

He threw open the door, and cursed the designs of his own house. The stairs were narrow and steep. He would have to be careful or risk breaking his ankle getting down. There was some gasping sound that hit his ears. Gasping, which meant breathing, which was good. He shuffled his phone from his pocket and started dialing He knew she would rather never to go a hospital, never walk into a place with surveillance that would put her fake ID to the test, but if it came to that or losing her?

The lab was dark with the lights turned off, illuminated only by the screen of her computer. He had told her time and again that she should keep the lights on or risk wearing glasses like him, but still, she refused.

He reached out to flip the lights on, only to get another gasping reply. Was she hiding behind something? Pale shoulders shuddered and twitched unnaturally. Small fingers clawed at the tiled floors. Agasa shouted as the thing lunged at him. He twisted around and stumbled as he hurried towards the stairs.

The moment he slowed down, something tackled him from behind and shoved both of them to the floor. Okiya Subaru looked up from his book. From inside the house? No, it sounded like it came from outside, from next door. There was no glass breaking or wood cracking as someone forced their way in.

No eager gun shots or explosives. When he got up to peer through the windows, there were no get-away cars or any signs of Molotov cocktails in the house. There was nothing to denote stress, but…. Okiya changed out of his pajamas and back into day clothes. He grabbed his keys and a flashlight and headed over.

It could be nothing, but it might be something. Conan hummed tunelessly to himself as he walked down familiar roads. He kept up a childish act for appearances only.

So he resolutely did not skip as he turned down the street that would lead to the Kudou residence and the house that belonged to Agasa. He and Haibara had planned to go over the newest versions of her cure today and see if there were any viable samples. And if he got to see for himself that progress was being made on a cure, or at least attempting to be made, he felt that he might be able to breathe a little easier.

Okiya was likely out for groceries or perhaps meeting up with Jodie to make a report. Agasa had blown the fuses multiple times before on a variety of projects. The question this time was which one, exactly, had caused the power-failure. Even when the professors was elbows deep in a new project, he never left the door unlocked. Precisely because he would get robbed and not even realize it.

So why…? His sense of unease grew when he gently pushed the door open and was met with silence. No cursing as Agasa tried to fix the fuse box in the dark. No sound of talking, whether real or from the TV—absolutely nothing. The door swung open before him. Or worse, was about to become one. If it was a simple robbery, Conan was sure he could figure it out, but with Haibara here….

The likelihood of the perpetrator being a member of the Black Organization was non-zero. If they found him here, where Haibara resided…. He heard a noise from further in the house.

It sounded like a mix between a groan and a… growl? What could possibly make…? A figure appeared in the entryway. It was rotund with a familiar white lab coat draped over its shoulders. Glasses glinted from their place on its nose, bushy grey hair framing them at its ears. It looked like Agasa. He let out a startled scream and took off in the other direction. He needed that creature contained before it could get to anyone else. For all he knew, it could be contagious!

Professor Agasa was well known for being an inventor. Though his interests were largely outside of the biological field, he had dabbled with some chemistry throughout the years. People speculated that it was just another invention gone wrong —horribly, horribly wrong. Conan knew better. She regularly toyed with DNA and proteins and organic molecules.

She was usually pretty good with keeping them contained, but it seemed her luck had run out. One of those suspicious organisms had escaped and Agasa was its victim. There were more and more popping up. It seemed that, whatever it was, the disease was transmittable. All it took was a bite and someone would be infected. Some turned immediately, others took days before the transformation started, but all ended up the same way: turned.

People were trying their best to fight back, but nothing seemed to work, save for a bullet straight through the brain stem. Hey everyone! Hope you had a good week! I had an Hoping to have a good weekend to wrap it up. Also, note for those who don't like the Shounen-Tantei-dan , they don't really play a major part in this fic.

They are more of a plot device than individual characters. Originally, they were going to have more of a part to play, but I ended up scrapping the idea and focusing on something else. But just a heads up, they do have a lot of screen time for being a plot device. See the end of the chapter for more notes. During this phase, the heart stops pumping, rigor mortis sets in and thaws, and all the blood sinks to the lowest point of the body, giving corpses a ghastly pale complexion.

The next phase, putrefaction occurs over the next week. This phase comes with bloated eyes and ruptured skin as the gases building in the corpse seek to escape. Towards the end, skin will slough off of corpses with little force.

This phase lasts up to another ten days after putrefaction, and results in a corpse without organs, without skin, and most importantly, without a brain. No brain, no control over muscles, no more threat. So, during a zombie apocalypse, Conan only really needs to survive the first 3 weeks, then the initial phase of contagion is over. But in the best case scenario , he only has to survive for three weeks.

Not too big a deal, all things considered. The apartment above the Mouri Detective Office has running water and electricity for as long as those hold out. They might need to fill up some jugs of water and keep spares lying around, and maybe get out the old gas camping stove in order to have something to cook on when the electricity eventually shuts down because no one can get to the power plant or a brainless zombie runs itself into a powerline and creates a short to ground.

They typically keep several bags of rice in the pantry, along with a variety of canned food. And the fields would be virtually untouched, since zombies tend to go after humans , not rice paddies and wheat fields, as far as popular science-fiction is concerned. So once this whole thing is over, there will be plenty of food to collect and restock with. That basically covers all the essentials.

Maybe there are some things that would be needed in special cases, like medicine for colds or chronic conditions, but nothing Conan or the Mouris would require. So really, Conan knows he should have no problem surviving a Zombie Apocalypse. His suspenders provided them a means of entering and leaving without being followed easily.

He could use his shoes and power kick to take down some attackers, but there was a limited charge and if he overloaded them, that was it. There was no fixing them. The kids were gathered on the couch. Now, they were up to four people, with three of those being growing boys. So what would have lasted Ayumi and her mom two weeks might make it a week for all of them. The last thing Conan wanted to do was survive an experimental drug with a If they want to survive longer than that… Well, Conan is just focused on the first three weeks.

He made a list of the kinds of food that are easy for kids to make with a long shelf life. He added containers and water to the list, along with fire fuel that should have little to no smoke and alternate sources for lights.

He added some clothes, since he, Genta and Mitsuhiko have none, but those are a much lower priority. He knew that kids have a weaker immune system, so he added general medicine to his list: fever reducers, pain killers, anti-biotic creams and more. Right now, airports were still letting people leave. Soon, nothing would come in or go out, not people and not supplies.

Medication and food would be scarce. People would kill for less. He had half a mind to leave them behind at the apartment, but Genta needed to carry the heavy things and another set of hands was always useful.

He wished he could give them time to grieve, but there was no time. His face darkened with concern. Do you… think…? It would probably be best to use it sparingly, so no phone games, no internet searches if you can help it. Ayumi, Genta, you should do the same. Not now. Immediately, Ayumi and Genta tensed, as he knew they would. Having to watch a parent trampled to death or a friend barricade what used to be your parents to keep you from getting Bitten would have that effect on people.

The sun is going to set soon. Ayumi will go with you! It was the outcome Conan wanted, since it would give them an advantage, but he wished she had felt safe enough to be on her own. He just nodded and headed for the door. Do we have any bags we can use to help carry? Somehing like backpacks? The boys were quick to follow suit after that. Mitsuhiko, you keep watch for any infected people. But if they moved in a pack, with the taller, more easily seen kids in back, they would stand a better chance.

Not if they wanted to enough food to survive the next few weeks. The stores were emaciated by the time they got there. Several shelves were completely empty. A majority of freezer meals were already sold. A lot of food staples, like rice and bread, were completely gone. The medicine aisle was slim pickings. But they did manage to find things. They managed to find some store-brand fever reducers and anti-biotic creams along with stuff they could turn into Band-Aids.

Things like peanut butter and other off-brand jars and boxes that Conan thought he might be able to do something with. They managed to find some jugs and other containers that they could fill with water, along with bags that would work in a pinch. The boys ended up with four identical shirts and one spare pair of pants, but hey, it was clothing. The cashier seemed mildly surprised that a group of kids was purchasing such an assortment of items, but rang them up with little protest.

The cashier paused. I thought the police had it covered. Maybe they did. Maybe the officers had everything under control. Maybe the media was just exaggerating to cause panic with the populace. The cashier read out the total, which Conan ignored completely to hand over a credit card. It was one his parents had given him for emergencies only.

He figured this counted as one. They took a moment to shuffle all the supplies into their various bags to make it easier to walk back to the apartment. Then they headed out. The walk back was almost as quiet as the walk there. They had one instance where an adult tried to mug them, but Genta threw one of the bags of charcoal at them and managed to wind them long enough to escape with everything in tow.

The apartment elevators were a mess, so they had to take the emergency stairwell, but finally, they made it back to the apartment, no worse for wear. Conan took a minute to examine the shelf. So they made a bunch of messy piles with the books, moved the shelf, then started putting them back.

Ayumi finished with the groceries long before they finished moving the books, but that was fine. She just went over to help them instead. They moved two more pieces of furniture this way, one glass cabinet and the couch. I think I said this last time, but Kaito doesn't really show up until Chapter 4. Which means we only have to wait another 2 weeks. Not as much dialogue as previous chapters, but I felt like these things needed to be explained, so I did.

Also, I just want to say, this is not a Quarantine fic! I did not write it with that intention! On the other hand, what is a Zombie apocalypse, but a non-negotiable quarantine? The kids woke up a lot earlier than Conan and ended up watching Kamen Yaiba on TV while waiting for him to wake up. Once his alarm went off he would never get out of bed without it , all four of them made breakfast together. After lunch, the kids started getting antsy, so he cleared a space in the living room and kitchen for them to play soccer or tag or something more active.

Then dinner came and bed time stories and baths. They still had running water, so Conan encouraged them to bathe while they still had it.

They were working to get back inside to pick Mitsuhiko up, but it was slow going. Police and health officials wanted to keep everyone as segregated as they could, to contain the disease. They were hoping to get in next week.

She was tough and she had the old man with her. When they got to a good place, he was sure they would call. He tried not to think too hard on the two phones in his pocket, his Conan-phone and his Shinichi-phone. So once the charge left them, that was it. The Conan-phone he always kept on hand.

If he called Ran, would she pick up? Would he hear her voice, safe and sound? Or would it ring and ring and ring, never to be answered? Was she already…?

He kept his phones off. To conserve power , he told himself. He was really just running from the truth. It was better to not know and have hope, than to call and lose one more person to this pandemic. For a while, they were able to settle into the routine.

For a while, he was able to keep the kids occupied as he listened to the news on the TV late at night. For a while, he was able to keep them ignorant of the slowly dwindling state of their cupboards. Like Conan had suspected, there were foolish people who got too antsy, too aggravated, and decided to try and eradicate the threat themselves. They only managed to start the three week count down over again. Others got caught when they ventured out for food. Any foreign sound called a zombie horde at a moment's notice, but people were desperate.

Those that hadn't left by plane for foreign detainment had decided to stick it out and hope for the best. That hope was fading, alongside food stores. Every day, the little radio Conan had found in Ayumi's mother's closet brought a higher death toll.

Every day, the number of people left in Tokyo got smaller. Every day, the three week timer to the end, restarted. Even with only a kid's appetite to work with, Conan was running out of food in the pantry.

They would need to restock soon, but Conan didn't want to take any of the kids out onto the street, not until a larger number of zombies had fallen to the Black Rot. So he did the next best thing. A lot of people had attempted to leave by boat or plane when this thing first started. Many were detained to check for infection before being allowed to claim sanctuary. More still had been lost to the zombies themselves or the depression that plagued the apocalyptic society.

Either way, they were never coming back. So any food left in their fridge or pantry was free game. That was how Conan found himself sneaking out at night, after the kids had fallen asleep, with his skateboard in tow.

When propped against the wall, top-side down, the board had enough of an angle to help Conan onto the concrete barrier that separated one apartment balcony from the next. The board itself was more than strong enough to hold a six-year-old's weight, making this the one time Conan was grateful for his small size, both before and after the Zombie Pandemic.

Once the board was in place, he could easily scale the concrete barrier to the next apartment over. Though the lack of railing at that height made him a little wary, he had also been at much higher heights with a lot less support under him.

Once on a new balcony, he would check out what he could see before knocking on the glass doors. If it looked like the place still had people or had recently been ransacked, Conan bypassed it.

Anything with lights on or the front door open was just too much of a risk —for zombies and people alike. This far into the pandemic, sometimes the later was worse than the former. Apartments that looked like abandoned, Conan gave a precautionary knock, just to be sure, before picking the locks to the doors.

He hated having to learn such a criminal skill, but he knew it would be needed sooner rather than later. Once inside, it was a simple matter of loading up his backpack with everything useful that would fit, and then making his way back to Ayumi's apartment.

He would continue to raid the apartment until it was empty, then move on to the next. Once the whole floor was emptied of useful resources, he used his suspenders to rappel his way down to the next. Conan tried not to think of what he would do when he had emptied all of the apartments below them. There was no way to adhere the suspenders to a higher floor, so there was no way to climb other than the internal stairwell.

With the halls filled with the sounds of shuffling and groans…. These raids had lasted them quite a long time. Some of the food was starting to rot, when Conan got there, but there were canned food and bags of rice that could tide them over. They just had to make things last.

The children never questioned why they never ran out of supplies. They never seemed to notice just how low they got. Mitsuhiko had looked over at Conan once or twice, but Ayumi and Genta never batted an eye. All the local stations had stopped making shows, everyone either locked in their homes or gone entirely. Animation studios were pretty much non-existent. Most of the radio stations were the same. Conan had to rely on foreign stations that he could barely get on the most cloudless of days, or amateur radios that were stuck in place, just like him.

He didn't think about his phone, still turned off in his little corner of Ayumi's house. The news channels showed corpses with the obvious signs of decay. Yet the people on the radio say they're seeing the same ones, even after several weeks. They are decaying, but the rate of decomposition is…". His self-musing fell silent as he opened a pantry door, only to find it empty.

He frowned and moved to the next one, but a quick check found the rest of them empty too. The fridge had also been cleared of any usable resources. Strange… Conan could have sworn that he had left some cans behind the last time he was here, but he could be mistaken.

Even his memory could get a little spotty after a while. Shrugging to himself, he backtracked and picked up his skateboard to prop it up against the next barrier to connect to the other balcony. It was the only kind of intelligent conversation he got now-a-days, so he made the most of it when he could.

The apartment was a mirror-image layout of Ayumi's, which seemed to be the case for every odd-numbered apartment he visited. It had the kitchen to the left instead of the right, with the bedrooms on the opposite side, and some furniture in the little half-living room. The coffee table had a thick layer of dust on it, telling of the lack of occupants.

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