My name is Haito Kamura, written as カムラ ハイト. I am a twenty-year-old young man of Japanese descent with short, messy black hair and piercing dark brown eyes that convey both determination and a sense of caution. Despite my youthful age, there is a sense of wisdom that emanates from my demeanour, perhaps due to the unique circumstances of my past.
My memory is hazy and fragmented, with no recollection of life before arriving at the Biomed facility. The absence of any semblance of family makes it difficult to piece together the story of my origins. The only clue to my identity is the driver's license I found in my wallet, bearing my name and face. I am dressed in black cargo pants, which offer both comfort and practicality, paired with military boots that have served me well in my journeys. The white shirt I wear has a few creases here and there, showing signs of the rough life I have had to endure.
As I look at myself in the mirror, I can't help but wonder about the person I once was, and if I will ever find out.
The boat I stole at the harbour earlier is a sturdy and spacious centre console, the Boston Whaler 170 Super Sport, with a sleek, white exterior and navy blue accents. It has enough space to fit five people comfortably, and it's equipped with a powerful Mercury FourStroke engine. The interior of the boat has a cozy and modern design, with a fully functional kitchen complete with a refrigerator, stove, and sink. The boat also has a bathroom with a sink and toilet for convenience during longer trips. The sleeping quarters are located in the front cabin, which has a comfortable bed, storage space, and a small seating area. With its ample space and reliable engine, this boat is perfect for both short and extended journeys on the water.
Despite my efforts, fishing seemed to be a futile activity. I had cast my line for a good two hours now, and not a single fish had nibbled on my bait. The sun was beginning to set, and with the looming darkness came a deep hunger pang in my stomach. My rations were limited, and I couldn't afford to indulge in my two Mars bars and cheese sandwich unless absolutely necessary.
Desperate times call for desperate measures, and I knew I had to conserve my resources. Drinking a bottle of water, I tried to suppress the gnawing hunger in my belly. If push came to shove, I could always try to extract some water from the surrounding sea. I remembered reading somewhere that if I boiled a plate of saltwater, the steam would rise and condense on the bottom of the plate, forming droplets that could be collected in an empty bottle. It was a long shot, but with my dwindling supplies, every drop counted.
As the night drew on, I knew that I had to make a plan for the next day if I wanted to survive. The situation was dire, and I had no idea what I would find on the shore, but I had to take my chances. My stomach growled, reminding me that I had been surviving on a bottle of water for the past nine hours. I needed to find food and drinks to keep me going. With nothing else to occupy my thoughts, I scoured the cockpit for anything that might help me. After a few minutes of searching, I came across a map and managed to pinpoint my location. I was about 30 kilometers south of Tokyo, and I had most likely come from the Izu Islands, though I had no recollection of how I got there.
I knew that I needed to find food and drink if I wanted to survive. But the real question was, where could I find these resources? I decided that Yokohama would be my best bet. It was a large city with plenty of places to scavenge for supplies. However, I would need to make my way from Miura, a city located in the Kanagawa Prefecture, to Yokosuka, another city in the same prefecture, before making a U-turn and returning to the boat with my resources; my aim was tinned food and bottled drinks and hopefully, anything I could kill with.
As I steered the boat towards the shore, my heart pounded with fear. The outbreak had been raging for hours now, and the streets were likely crawling with the undead. I had to be cautious and avoid any contact with them, knowing full well the consequences of being bitten or scratched. I could not risk becoming one of them. With a heavy sigh, I set my sights on the land ahead, steeling myself for what lay ahead. The prospect of finding supplies was a ray of hope in this bleak situation
As the sun disappeared beyond the horizon, the sky turned a deep shade of purple, and the darkness enveloped me like a thick cloak. I knew that turning the lights off would be the safest option, as any illumination would give away my location to potential danger. I stumbled my way through the cabin, my eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness, until I found what I was looking for. I rummaged through the small cabinet and found a spare toothbrush, toothpaste, and mouthwash. Even though the world had turned upside down, dental hygiene was still important.
After brushing my teeth, I realized I had not considered what I would do if I needed to go to the bathroom. I felt foolish for not thinking about it earlier, but it was too late to turn back now. I took a deep breath and decided that I would have to figure it out tomorrow when I made it to land. I got into the bed, which was surprisingly comfortable, and pulled the blankets over me. The soft rocking motion of the boat combined with the sound of waves crashing against the hull was hypnotic, and I found myself drifting off into a restless sleep.
But my peace was soon disturbed by the sound of something scratching against the side of the boat. My heart raced as I realized that I was not alone out here. I strained my ears, trying to determine what was outside. Was it a zombie, or worse, another survivor looking to steal my supplies? After several tense minutes, the sound stopped, and I let out a sigh of relief. But the experience left me feeling uneasy, and I knew that I would have to be on high alert for the remainder of my journey.
Finally, as the night wore on, exhaustion took over, and I fell into a deep sleep. The only sounds were the occasional creaks and groans of the boat as it bobbed up and down in the water.