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Oayoh if morning Konichiwa if later Sora here! Welcome to my first chapter of my second series of fanfictions. Sorry for leaving the last one on the first chapter I just did not have the time for it, but now I have more time and would love to not only continue that one but start a new one. Also thanks you to my old pal KuroMaster, he helped write this. now to the story!
BTW The plot starts next chapter, hence the name. This chapter is just to show how MC... well if you read you will know.
My Time in the club, Chapter 1: The Plot Is Coming,The Plot Is Coming
"I can't believe through all of this I have still kept the time, but why? The time has been cruel to the people who used to live around here, now eating one another if they are alive. So savage and cruel and that doesn't just go for the dead. I had not even lived here for a year and yet this happened and I am now alone. Why do I live on, why don't I just give up like…?"
On a dark night a guy wearing a red jacket and scarf like mask with a black shirt peeking out from underneath it, wearing black pants and black and red Fadidas. He was sneaking through a dark street, zig zagging past a group of zombies milling about, walking as stealthily as he could, moving towards a dark alleyway hoping to find cover away from the zombies.
He stopped in the alleyway in order to catch his breath. His panting was soft, since he trained himself to not make any loud noises in order to hide his presence from the zombies, who are attracted by noise. Thanks to this, he had little to no confrontations with the undead bastards.
After a few minutes of catching his breath, he stood up from where he sat, and walked down the alley, making sure to watch his footing, just in case.
The alleyway was cramped, it felt like he was trying to sneak through a long crevice with trash spilled all around. He continued to sneak at the greatest pace he could, but it was not enough.
At the center of the alleyway he accidentally stepped on a bag of chips echoing through the alleyway alarming some of the dead in the area. They began to run at him ferociously filling the alleyway from the side he entered.
He began to run to the opposite side of the alleyway toward a residential area. As soon as he saw the houses he knew he was in as much trouble as when he lived in Dublin, Ireland. He ran as fast as he could to find some cover. He searched for what felt like hours without stopping.
After his long run he found a building close to a school and took a break. He entered the house through the window, slowly opening it from the outside until it was wide enough for him to enter. When he entered the house, he was in the living room. He sat on the couch in the building to let his legs rest, until he felt a sharp pain in his left leg and right arm.
He turned to see what it was, then found it to be something as unsavory as could be. He had been stabbed by something in the zombie standing next to him, and was stricken by the one on the ground. He stomped on the one on the ground as the one standing began to stab itself further moving itself toward him. He snickered then in anger from the pain whispered to himself, "Guess I shouldn't have gone sleep deprived for this long." The second after he made that statement he took the sword he had on his waist and cut the zombie making it fall into his arms, then putting it down slowly.
After that incident he didn't want to be put in anymore danger so he walked out of the house and made his way toward the building next door, with the pain in his arm and leg. His walking became a shamble, then he fell to the ground and his eyes shut.
He began to stand up and as he did he saw a familiar figure with light purple colored hair stretching out her hand. He grabbed it than the figure changed becoming more and more decayed by the second. He tried to pull his hand away but the figure gripped his hand without letting it go. He tried to look away but the figure began to speak, "Why did you do this to me o…." as she was about to finish the sentence he jumped up off the ground waking up from knocking out beside the school.
He began to breath very hard and slid down on the side of the school building. He waited a few seconds in the safety of this area than began to move into the school.
He walked through the school to the best of his abilities with the first thought in his mind being to find the nurse's office or a first aid kit. As he walked through the school he noticed it was very familiar, but couldn't remember how.
He came to some stairs and noticed they were barricaded by some desks, 'Oh no, hopefully the group that was here is gone. I should be careful.' was the thought that went through his mind. He began to swing around the barricade and tripped over to the other side loosening the barricade a little. He did not notice and continued to walk through the halls.
After searching through the school he found two great discoveries: an old school shop and a first aid kit. As soon as he got into it he began to patch himself up but he had to start with the hardest part… sanitizing the wound. He began to put the rubbing alcohol on his wounds and they began to burn, he let out a bit of a screech than covered his own mouth.
Finally finishing fixing up his wounds he began to walk to find a safer area to stay for the night. He walked up some stairs and found a barricade in a hallway with some closed classroom doors, unlike the rest of the school.
He began to walk backwards to get away from the possible threat of other people, but was stopped by the incoming threat of a zombie that appeared behind him, down the hall. He was frozen in fear of both of his fears surrounding him, the living and the dead.
All of a sudden, he heard a girl from the other side of the barricade. "Hey you come over quickly!"
She had long black pigtails, light purple eyes, fair skin, was wearing a school uniform and held a shovel in her hands.
The guy pulled out his sword and ran toward the zombie in fright, but he quickly noticed that there was not just one zombie, as a second one appeared behind the first. Fearing the dead more than the living, for the time being, he retreated back towards the girl and quickly climbed over the wall, to the best of his ability. The girl helped him over when she could.
Both, now out of breath, began to breath hard. She put out her hand to help the guy stand, then asked in a kind voice, "Are you ok?"
He looked up at her, and then he got up by himself. He brushed the dust off his pants, and then replied, "What's your game!?"
Beta'd by KuroMaster. And now, a short message from him.
Yo, guys and gals who are reading this! Welcome to this story, written by Sora Revan, my friend, and beta'd by good 'ol me! Some of you might recognize me, but probably not. Anyway! Please leave a review down below, if you want to say something, and a follow and favorite if you enjoyed! Thank you and good bye!
No one asked for this, but I delivered it anyway. As soon as I watched the anime for the first time I thought "ya... no I don't think I will like this.", but recently I had finished an anime series that I love so much Boku Dake Ga Inai Machi and I wanted more mind fucking. This series delivered. after I finished the series I thought hard about it and made a story of my own to go with it, like I do for almost all anime I watch. after I did I thought "wow this one is good." and now here we are. I hope you will continue with me on this journey of a guy like me. Thank you for reading this fanfiction, thank you so much. It means a lot to me. well now that is all done, this was Sora Revan sayonara!