The basement hums faintly with power. A single bulb flickers, fed by the half-working solar panel Kaela’s still fixing on the roof. Dust dances in the light, mixing with the smell of gun oil and canned beans.

Pavolia Reine: “We’re running out of rice again.” Kureiji Ollie: “Eh? Already?! I swear I just raided that convenience store yesterday!” Anya Melfissa: “You also ate half of it on the way back.” Kureiji Ollie: “Wha— my body’s… uh… high-maintenance! Zombie metabolism, you know?”

The group groans in unison.

Risu twitches her squirrel tail nervously, counting cans with her small hands. “We’ve got enough for maybe two days if nobody snacks.” Moona leans against the wall, silver eyes glowing faintly under the dim light. “Then we’ll have to send a team. I can guide from above once night falls.” Airani Iofifteen: “Oh no, not again! Last time you nearly lit up the sky. Literally.” Moona smirks, faint lunar light reflecting off the cracked cement. “Being a moon goddess has its perks.”

A sharp clang echoes from above. Kaela’s voice drifts down through the vent. “Solar panel’s back online. Power stable. But if no one finds gas soon, our stove’s gonna die.”

Pavolia Reine: “So— we split up. Two search for food, one for gas. The rest stay and fortify.” Anya Melfissa: “Logical. But… we should admit something first.” Her eyes flick toward the others—hesitant, sharp. “Not all of us are… human.”

The room falls quiet.

Risu’s tail swishes; Ollie’s grin freezes; Iofi’s antennae flicker in the half-light. Reine folds her wings behind her elegantly, feathers brushing the concrete wall. Moona’s glow intensifies, silvering the air. Only Kaela’s hammering breaks the silence.

Ayunda Risu: “Guess that makes us… a very weird kind of family.” Kureiji Ollie: “Weird? We’re awesome! A goddess, an alien, a bird, a sword, a squirrel, a zombie, and a penguin engineer! Who needs humans?” Airani Iofifteen: “We still need gas though.” Kaela Kovalskia(from above): “And food.” Moona Hoshinova: smirks “Then let’s move before the sun dies.”

They grab their weapons—metal pipes, pistols, and a shovel Kaela reforged into something far deadlier. The door creaks open, sunlight spilling into the dust.

Even at the end of the world, Hololive ID keeps moving. Somewhere between laughter and survival, they’re still—together.