Yayari - Another Worlds Zombie Apocaly

Another Worlds Zombie Apocalypse Is Not My Problem!

Haru Yayari

Translation by Charis Messier

Illustration by Fuyuki

Title Design by KC Fabellon

Editing by Nicole Brugger-Dethmers

Proofreading by A.M. Perrone

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Another Worlds Zombie Apocalypse Is Not My Problem!

2016 by Haru Yayari

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First Digital Edition: May 2019

ISBN-10: 1-945341-26-2

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Chapter 1: Where Am I?

IT reeks!

My name is Mizuha Kusunoki. I just woke up, and I already feel like crying. Tears have actually formed in my eyes and are threatening to tumble over.

These arent tears produced by a casual yawn. The reason for them is simple: theyre a visceral response to the putrid stench hanging in the air and growing thicker by the minute. Sewage sludge is the closest thing I can compare this foul smell to, but the intensity is on a whole other levelworse than living in a sewer. Its so bad, I fear taking a deep breath will cause the mucky air to melt my internal organs.

Where in the world am I? With the information available to me now, most people would probably conclude I am in a garbage dump or a sewage treatment plant. When I first woke up, the same thought crossed my mind, but

Pressing my wrist against my nose to block out the smell, I survey my surroundings. The quickest way to describe the scene is as a desert island in the middle of the ocean without anything remotely tropical or pleasant on it. The thing is, not only is the island no bigger than a hundred-square-foot room and deader than a wasteland, but the ocean surrounding it is an eerie, noxious purple. I can hear bubbles rising and popping like some sort of witchs brew roiling in a cauldron.

Where the heck is this place supposed to be?

I dont have the faintest idea where this is. For that matter, Ive never seen something in reality that is so obviously a poisonous swamp. It looks just like the miasma marshes in the video games I used to watch my older brother play.

Okay, Im not getting anywhere trying to figure out where I am, so Ill set that aside for now.

The biggest problem is why the heck Im in a place like this all alone.

I try recalling what happened before I went to sleep. Familiar images flicker through my mind: I went to my high school in the morning, sat through my classes, and worked just two hours at the caf after school. Trying to be considerate of my brother, whos a year older than me and in his senior year of high school, I went straight home after my part-time job. It was an ordinary day from beginning to end.

The only thing different from usual was that I had dived into my bed the moment Id entered my room. Work had been so chaotic that I was mentally and physically drained beyond exhaustion. My memories cut off there. I probably fell asleep after that. That makes the most sense to me; Im convinced thats what happened.

But how was I supposed to know Id wake up surrounded by a gurgling and bubbling poisonous swamp? Am I still dreaming? That question crosses my mind for a whole second, but I cant deny Im awake when that foul stench is burning all my senses and I have full control of my body.

Luckily, Im still wearing my outdoor school uniform consisting of a light-brown cardigan over my shirt and a red-and-white pleated skirt. And for whatever reason, I still have my loafers on. This is a popular high school uniform near where I live, but I dont see a single other person around. Maybe it wouldnt have mattered even if I were dressed in my pajamas instead.

SPLAT!

The poisonous muck suddenly splatters onto my small island. A slimy, human-shaped THING crawls onto the island using that muck as a foothold.

EEP! Wh-What the?!

Bwahhh.

The THING rises onto two feet, and the sticky liquid coating its whole body begins dripping off. Something that looks markedly human is left standing there once all the gunk slides off it.

But its a far cry from an ordinary human. It seems to be wearing some rusty armor and has festering sores covering the exposed skin on its face and neck. Plus, its molting skin has faded to a sickly greenish-blue color. Red lines run through its horribly bloodshot eyes, and rotting, gnarly teeth peek out through its wide-open mouth.

The word zombie comes instantly to mind. I have only ever seen them in movies, anime, games, and manga, but that things appearance makes it impossible to think of it as anything else.

Bwah! Bwoah!

Staggering, the moaning zombie slowly closes in on my position. I instinctively step back from the grotesque creature. But this is a small island. A few steps and Ive reached the end of the line.

A piece of the ledge under my feet breaks off. When that piece hits the poisonous liquid, it disintegrates, leaving behind the sizzling sound of cooking meat.

Youve gotta be freakin kidding me! Im done for if I fall in!

Dont you Bwah bwah me! Dont come any closer! Please, just go away!

Urg. Aahaaah

Moan like a baby all you want, zombie, but with looks like that, you arent winning any cuteness contests. If anything, it only increases your grossness!

At any rate, what Im saying isnt getting across to the zombie, as evidenced by the fact that it wont stop coming closer no matter how many times I ask it to go away.

Th-This cant be real!

Theres almost no space to try to run past the zombie. Even if I did make it by some miracle, this is a tiny island. I cant get away.

As I was trying to think up a plan of action, the zombie had shambled close enough for me to touch if I reached out my hand. It advances on me with its arms lazily hanging in front of it.

Bwah.

G-GO AWAAAAAY!

SLAM!

Desperately wanting to survive, I reflexively shove the zombies chest with my right hand. Did I use more strength than I thought? The zombie falls onto its back and begins writhing on the ground, moaning.

Am I saved?

I just wish I didnt have to touch a zombie. Partly because you never know what could happen when you touch something unnatural, but mostly because it stinks to high heaven. Case in point, my right hand reeks. This sucks.

Blehk! Im staring at my hand, depressed, when all of a sudden, the zombies body starts shining brightly. Whoa?! What in the world?! Whys it glowing?!

BWAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The light grows brighter as the zombie screams. Its too blinding to keep my eyes open. However, the light quickly fades. I fearfully open my eyes and blink several times.