I've wanted to write this for quite some time. Ever since I watched Highschool of the Dead. I was always curious that we knew what happened in the school of Fujimi Highschool and the kids and nurse that survived the apparant zombie apocolypse, and what could happen in a town like Tokyo in the school of Seigaku.
Just FYI, some scenes from this fic in the PoT parts are strongly similar to those of HOTD, mainly because I have no ideas left. =)) But really, I'm going to try the best I can with this fic. Hope you enjoy this first part! It'll start out with Momo's point of view then turning omniscient with every character he meets along the way. And let this be a warning that not ALL main PoT characters are going to make it. It's unfortunate, but necessary to make this story work.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this amazing anime. =)
"On the night before everything I knew came to an end... I stayed up late."
-Komuro Takashi, Highschool of the Dead
"Shit!" Momoshiro cursed as his foot caught onto a stray ball cart, sending him tumbling to the ground. The tennis balls still inside the cart now rolled in various directions. The crash the cart had made was loud. Much too loud. It had attracted the attention of some seriously unwanted people.
"SHIT!" Momo repeated as he scrambled to get back up, picking up his fallen baseball bat in the process. Quickly, and panting heavily, Momo ran full speed out of the tennis courts. A few of the Dead were heading his way now, moaning and wheezing as they approached him, arms outstretched in front of their bodies.
Heart pounding, Momo proceeded to run forward, bat now raised.
"Get out of my way!" he bellowed, swinging his bat down onto one of their heads. He tried to ignore the spew of blood that spouted from the decayed head. He continued swinging, knocking some out of the way while crushing the heads of others.
He reached the gate of the school, gasping for air. No more wasting time. He jogged up to the brick wall and leaped up, catching the ledge. He pulled himself up, the bat under one of his hands.
And as he glanced into the outside world, to freedom from a closed-in space once considered a safe place, his eyes widened and he gasped aloud.
There were almost literally dozens, maybe hundreds, crawling around in the street. Some of them, besides being able to live after death, were unharmed other than a bite, but others... Momo dropped down from the ledge and ducked behind a bush.
He prayed to the gods above that his retches and heaves weren't loud enough to be heard by the Dead.
His breathing was now hitched and gasping as he glanced back up to his school, which was just an hour ago safe and normal, and was now filled with the Dead, windows stained with a dark liquid, sidewalks and the tennis courts splattered with guts and blood, bodies floating around in the pool, screams of terror, blood-curling shrieks-
"What the fuck is going on?" Momo whispered, his voice cracking. He stood up slowly, clutching the baseball bat tightly. "What the fuck is this?"
(1) Yes I know Komuro Takashi used this in Highschool of the Dead, but I don't think a tennis racket would have been any use to Momo in this scene or throughout this story. =) Plus, he's going to keep it, not trade it in for a gun of any sort.