The sun came up. The sun always came up. As much as the infected hoped that they could do away with it, their most vile antagonist, it was too far out of their reach. The world went on, just as it would if the humans didn't exist at all. In a way, they didn't. In a way, it was as though the world had been left to its own devices. However, the buildings were still intact, electricity ran on the wires, water flowed through the pipes and cars were parked in an orderly fashion against the curb of the road.
There was no sign of it being the end of the world. No chaos, no blood. There were no bodies in the street. There didn't even seem to be any trash. The only signs of life were birds, along with a stray cat here and there, the only noise being that of the wind in the trees and the flutter of wings.
The center of the city was a different story, however. Notes rang out and echoed off of walls.
Sorrow and emotion put to life through strings and bow. Standing on the ledge of a fountain was a young man in his early twenties, his eyes closed and his fingers moving on their own. The sky was gray and the air warm, but a scarf was wrapped around his neck and the sleeves of his jacket fell back just enough to cradle the instrument against his body.
This was the only way... The only thing he knew to do. The college had always been his usual spot, but the way the music echoed seemed to only make him feel more alone. The city was vast, and the music traveled better at his new stage. The risk involved wasn't a concern. The worst thing that could happen didn't seem that bad at all.
There was no reason to be afraid.(Say hi to Hikaru. He's a human, but he smells like a vampire to any that might pick up on that. However, the fact he's out in the middle of the day kind of broadcasts that he isn't 'normal'.)