No one really remembered how the Infection started.

Just that one day some previously normal people started acting weird and obsessed. That the Infection slowly spread throughout the city until it eventually went so far as to touch the laws and very rules society was based upon. Until uninfected people had no choice but to leave and find shelter elsewhere, far away from the city and the Infected.

Some made it, some didn't. And those who didn't... (Y/n) shuddered at the thought of what had happened to them. No one really knew for a fact what had happened to the Uninfected who hadn't succeeded in leaving the city. But some rumors mentioned camps, where the Uninfected were kept, until they were taken in by an Infected as a darling.

Darling, this was how Infected people called the object of their obsession. The single person that justified all actions previously condemned by society such as murder.

(Y/n)'s grandparents had been lucky enough to escape and be amongst the founders of the Uninfected community that had been built far away from the city, buried deep within the woods. Where exactly? No one knew for sure. But it was exactly the secrecy of the community's whereabouts that made it safe. For the moment the Infected government got a whiff of where the community hid, it would stop at nothing to 'save' its Uninfected members.

Save them from what? (Y/n) didn't really know, but her mother had told her a great deal about how the Infected saw them. As weak and vulnerable individuals unable to fend for themselves in a cruel world. Individuals deprived of the many physical advantages the Infection granted.

Enhanced speed, enhanced strength. Enhanced senses.

Advantages that made the Infected into real predators. And although (Y/n) had never seen an Infected, she'd heard countless stories about them and how dangerous it could be for someone like her to cross their path.

"Remember, (Y/n), the moment we step out of the community, we accept to become preys." (Y/n)'s mother had said to her when she was a young child, "Which is why?"

"We mustn't ever step outside." (Y/n) answered obediently, earning herself a pat on the head from her mother.

"Exactly. Good girl."

(Y/n)'s mother had always been overbearing and strict when it came to her children's preservation. Especially young (Y/n). And (Y/n) had always been obedient, listening to her mother in spite of her burning wish to discover the world and see the city for herself. After all, things got quite boring in the community after living there for 18 years.

On the other hand, (Y/n)'s older sister by four years, Grey, rarely listened to their mother's advice.

"There's so many things to see out there! I don't want to spend my life rotting here." Grey had said to (Y/n) one day, excitement twinkling in her eyes as she told her all about the things she had seen the previous night, when she had left through the window whilst their mother was asleep. "You can't imagine, (Y/n). I'll take you with me one day, I promise."

"Really? We'll explore the world together?" Little (Y/n) had asked. She had been but twelve at the time.

"I promise." Grey had booped her nose. "As soon as I've become strong enough to protect you from anything that could potentially hurt you out there."

After this night, (Y/n) had allowed herself to dream, wondering when Grey would finally take her with her and show her all the things she had seen. But years went by and by the time (Y/n) turned 18 she still hadn't stepped a foot outside of the community.

"You're not old enough yet. It's too dangerous out there." Grey had said on the night of her birthday, shaking her head. "I can't put you in harm's way."

"But Grey! Please, I can't stand it here anymore!" (Y/n) had said, frustrated tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Truly, she really couldn't stand it. The same faces everyday, same places and same routine. She was going mad.

And if (Y/n) had been courageous enough, bold enough. If she had been just like Grey, then maybe she could have ventured outside without her and taken matters into her own hands. But (Y/n) wasn't like Grey.

Grey had always been strong for her age, swift and skilled. (Y/n) had always been weak and unable to fight. Grey had always been free to do what she wanted without their mother worrying too much about her. (Y/n) had always been stifled by both their mother and Grey herself.

Maybe this is why (Y/n) had never ever worried about Grey.

Maybe this is why she had never ever thought that her sister would leave one night, never to return again.















































"Remember, if mom comes in and I'm still outside-"

"Yeah, I tell her that you're just doing batshit in the city." (Y/n) cut her sister off with a roll of her eyes as she sat in bed under her covers. It was around midnight and as per usual, Grey was ready to leave through the window. A satchel on her shoulder and her dark brown hair tied in a high ponytail.

Grey chuckle with an amused smirk, "Exactly."

(Y/n) heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You do know this drives her crazy, right?"

"Not nearly as much as you think it does." Grey said with an affectionate smile, her knuckles brushing over (Y/n)'s cheekbone. She pressed a quick kiss to her younger sister's forehead. "She only gets worried when it comes to you. Because she knows you're a soft little thing and you wouldn't survive a minute out there."

"That's not true!" (Y/n) argued, crossing her arms over her chest, "I've been learning how to fight, you know?"

"Against tree branches?" Grey teased with a grin, pointing at the scratches on her sister's arms.

"No-no!" (Y/n) snapped back, heat rising to her cheeks as she lightly pushed her sister back. "And if I came with you I wouldn't even need to know how to fight anyways."

(Y/n) hated the way Grey's eyes softened as she gazed at her, a sigh falling from her lips. Because (Y/n) knew what that meant.

This was another refusal for her to come along.

"Peanut, you know I can't take you with me. It's too dangerous." Grey said, stroking (Y/n)'s cheek. "I know it's awfully boring here, but it's safe. And for you, that's all that matters."

(Y/n) bit back a frustrated pout, eyes falling down to her fidgeting fingers. "Do you remember what you told me when I was a kid? That one day you'd take me with you?"

Grey nodded silently.

"When is that day gonna come?"

Grey swallowed thickly, letting silence stretch between the two of them. (Y/n) knew what this meant, she knew her sister by heart after all. This meant that this day would probably never come. Not any time soon at least.

(Y/n) let out a heavy sigh, falling back on her pillows and staring at the ceiling. She wanted to cry. The single thing she had been most looking forward to her entire life had just been taken from her. What was she supposed to hope for now? Was she just supposed to accept the fact she'd probably rot in this place her entire life?

She still remembered the night prior, Grey had come back with love bites adorning her collar, the tell tale signs of a romantic encounter. (Y/n) had asked her countless times who it was and if she knew him. But Grey had just told her that she had never met him, not even giving her a basic description of the guy.

Either way, what would (Y/n) do to have a romantic encounter in the woods too. But alas, her love life was as uneventful as could be.

Frustration swelled in her throat, giving birth to a bundle of tears that silently rolled down her cheeks.

She hated this life. She hated this world and the fact it was so fucked up. But more than anything she hated herself for not having the guts to disobey her mother and go out there on her own. She hated herself for not being more like Grey.

Grey offered her a comforting smile, brushing her (h/c) hair back before leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"I love you, okay? Never forget it." She said, and although (Y/n) had been feeling blue just a second ago she couldn't help but smile back at her sister through her tears.

It wasn't often Grey said 'I love you', which only made it all the more special when she did.

"I love you too." (Y/n) said, nuzzling her face in Grey's warm palm. "Don't come back too late, okay? Mom wants us to go berry picking in the morning."

"I won't." Grey said, readjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. She swung her legs over the windowsill and let her hazel eyes look at (Y/n) a last time. "Sleep well, peanut."

And then, she vanished into the night, leaving (Y/n) alone in their shared bedroom. With nothing to do other than go to sleep.













































The next morning when (Y/n) woke up, Grey still hadn't come back. Weird, considering Grey usually made sure to be back by 8am. (Y/n) didn't think too much of it though, maybe she had wanted to explore a bit more. This wouldn't be out of character.

"For god's sake, where is your sister this time?" Amelia, their mother, said. She was already prepared for the day, her apron tied around her waist and her sleeves rolled up her arms.

(Y/n) sighed, mindlessly poking at the food on her plate. "She's-"

"No, actually forget it. I don't want to know. This girl will be the death of me." Amelia rolled her eyes, opening the front door with (Y/n) behind her, the both of them carrying empty baskets. "I just hope she'll be back for lunch."

The both of them ventured out of the house, the cold morning dew licking (Y/n)'s ankle as they walked to the bushes her mother had planted in her kitchen garden. Still, (Y/n) enjoyed these spring morning rituals, it was actually one of the rare things she liked around here. If just for the Sun gently caressing her skin and the opportunity of eating sweet ripe berries right from the bush.

"If you eat them all there won't be any left for the pie." Amelia remarked with a chuckle, popping a strawberry in her mouth herself.

In these moments (Y/n) and her mother rarely talked, her mother preferred the peace and quiet and (Y/n) was too busy daydreaming about adventures or thinking about what crazy discovery Grey would share with her this time.

By the time they were done, more people had started filling the tiny streets of the community's village. An old couple went around to try and sell their bread, a woman in her forties followed them to try and sell the fruits of her trees. The tiny bookshop that consisted of (Y/n)'s sole distraction had opened too. But even this had lost its appeal after (Y/n) had read every book thrice.

Amelia opened the door of their tiny house with a grunt, calling for her oldest daughter. But no answer came. And as it turned out, Grey still hadn't come back.

And that is when (Y/n) knew something was wrong. For her sister never missed lunch.

Grey, where the hell are you?









A/N:

Hey guys! Welcome back to this new story! As mentioned in Broken Wings, this will be centred around the Yandere Infection trope. This chapter was a bit heavy on world building and information, but it's all necessary for you to understand this story's setting and the plot!

Once again, this is a yandere story so if you're uncomfortable with violence/gore/blood/toxic relationships/stalking or that kind of thing, proceed with caution or feel free to read something else! Your mental health comes first <3

For the updating pace, I'll make sure to update AT LEAST twice a week. I might be able to update more frequently if I have the time, though.

Hope you liked this first chapter and looking forward to read your thoughts <3