PARENTAL ADVISORY: MATURE CONTENT! The following story contains scenes of graphic violence, sexual activity, and inappropriate language. By reading this you agree that you are at least 18 years of age, or have parental or similar consent to read this story. Kurosuna no Kazuo is not responsible if you get in trouble for reading this! You were warned!
Disclaimer: Highschool of the Dead is not my story, not my idea, the original idea is copyright to the creators and this fanfiction is not intended for profit in any way, shape, or form.
Author's note: Yo! So I decided to look up Highschool of the dead fics and found this amazing one by fellow Fanfiction writer Homura Kagari about Highschool of the dead taking place in the United States, so I asked him if I could write one about South American Survivors, he agreed, and now we have this. SHOUT-OUT TIIIIME! Sammy-chan, Gabriel, Meg, Mig, Kazu, you all fucking own! This fanfiction is for all of us!
Chapter 1: Pyro
WARNING! YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ RESTRICTED FILES!
Any relation to the writers of the story have all been disproven or remain to be proven, any relation to anyone in these files, living or dead, is purely coincidental and should only prove as educational purposes to the events that transpired one decade ago.
10 years since first outbreak, humankind's population is 1% of what it was day of outbreak, the following files are classified, unedited, and entirely confidential, translated from Spanish and Portuguese with as much accuracy as possible, failure to respect confidentiality of these files will result in immediate death by being left outdoors where the infected will have you. First file date: March 6, 2009
File begins now:
Hell, I don't know how the computer works now, but the bottom line is that it does, that's good, I sure could use some respite from all this, we all could. So we're starting to write these with the recommendation of Dr. Salvador. I'm first, so here goes nothing. My name is Rodrigo Rossie, but I would like to be called Pyro; I never liked my true name, so please know me by this. I was a college-bound high school graduate planning to start school at the time I was writing this, ironically enough, I always wanted to write, same as many of my friends that I'm with right now. I'll start talking about myself to maintain my human self, and to prove that I was not always a monster who got a thrill out of murdering dead people⦠if you want to call it murder. I'm not like most kids from South America, for one, I probably have skin as white as that of an American, or Gringos, as we like to call them. Most of the time, the lifestyle of an American called out to me, especially when talking about freedom of speech, I guess that's the result of living under dictatorship rule, you really can see the bars even when you're just trying to be yourself. While most kids my age were interested in getting laid, getting high, getting drunk, or playing soccer, I was one who enjoyed playing video games, reading comic books, watching movies, but above all, writing. Speaking of video games, this is similar to a horror game I once played, the only difference is that while you can heal yourself in those games and it's like nothing happened, in our situation, one bite and it's over. To those who read this and were born after this outbreak, I guess I can tell you what happened. The Earth, all of it, was awash with a killer disease that spread like wildfire. Those infected have no pulse, no breathing, and feel no pain, indeed, it's just like being dead. The disease makes the infected much stronger in their muscles, and crave human flesh raw off the bone, the disease is transmuted by a single bite that infects you within five minutes to thirty, and then you're an infected yourself. We're a simple group of seven people, we have a metal head who is one of the best friends I've ever had that is proficient in melee weapon combat and explosives called Santiago, but he likes to be called Kazu, he's originally from Columbia. My little brother, Gabriel who is only 12 years old, he uses small guns to combat the infected, we call him Angel due to the biblical reference in his name, though I'd be surprised if anyone believes in God at this point. We have a doctor with us, the oldest one in our group called Dr. Ramon Salvador, while he's mostly in charge of making sure our injuries are healed, he has a gas-powered chainsaw if something goes wrong, we call him Mr. Sunshine due to the fact he is the only one that keeps us laughing. My girlfriend, Samantha who is originally from Washington, D.C. we call her Charmed, but I call her Sammy-chan. She moved here due to family issues a few years back, and she means the most to me out of everyone, and her Spanish, while not perfect, is still the best tones I've ever heard. She's always been ridiculed for her beliefs by everyone at school, the same as me, we get along perfectly, and she uses a custom-made chemical launcher that fires out liquid nitrogen, fire, and electric shocks, I guess you can thank our army expert for that one. Speaking of which, his name is Miguel, that name bothered me since he has the same name as my late father, we call him Advent because of his admiration of a video game movie he enjoyed, Advent is usually very quiet, but he is the smartest among us, he came from Brazil to meet his girlfriend here in Caracas, he was once in the Brazilian Air force and came here for the winter to relax after applying to Medical school. His girlfriend is the last person in our group, she came from Maryland and moved around the same time Sammy-chan did. Her name is Megan, but we all call her Tezema, it's a name she chose for herself, similar to Pyro for me, I owe Megan too much, she's the one who introduced me and Sammy-chan, and I'm determined to keep her alive. As for me, I chose the name Pyro because it is the name that truly relates who I am, that and I get sick kicks out of watching the infected burn. If you wish to judge me based on this, so be it, but know that post-traumatic stress disorder killed my older sister and her boyfriend who eventually committed suicide after being distressed for so long, if you can't enjoy something from your situation, then it's better to end it, even if that means ending yourself. It started for us during our winter break; I was out on a date with Sammy-chan at the local arcade. Now let me tell you something, even before the infection, Caracas was not a beautiful city, it was under communist rule under the bastard president Hugo Chavez, please listen to me if you believe communism is the key; it's not. Sammy-chan and I had to make sure our backs were covered the entire time, most people would leave two kids alone, but I doubt that would happen if we both looked rich. Crime rates in Venezuela were terrible, as was with the rest of our damned continent, but we were the only communists, that made everyone else hate us. She and I were at an arcade playing a game of house of the dead, ironically enough. She and I always had competitions over who got the higher score, and it got so bad at times that she and I even had arguments about it, although it saddens me to say those days are over. We heard moans coming from the game, and coming from behind us. At first, we thought the moans were nothing to fear, it was simply another zombie game that was waiting to be played. We turned around the moment we saw the screams. I will never forget that moment as long as I live, there were children, adults, and elderly running for their lives, some had their throats and chests ripped out, and those who were eaten walked as well. Sammy-chan screamed, and I will forgive her for that one, because I didn't even have it in me to scream, I was frozen on the spot. As soon as I saw some of the infected walking our way, I quickly sprinted into action; I took Sammy-chan by the hand and ran like hell towards the cash register. The person at the counter was cowering in fear under it, I then noticed bats and handguns locked in a cage near the register, I shook him and shouted
"Hey! Where the hell are the keys!?" He looked at me crying and asked
"What keys?" I shook him some more and said "Don't be a retard, the keys for the guns!" He gave me the keys and I opened it up, there were two bats, a handgun, and a shotgun, I took one of the bats and gave Sammy-chan the handgun, I told her the same thing my grandfather told my grandmother back in the bay of pigs invasion when he handed her a gun
"If any of them get too close, shoot them in the head." She nodded slowly and loaded the gun, I then added my own note
"If I get bitten, then shoot me, too." She then shook her head and responded "I can't do that! I'd rather shoot myself!" I then looked at her and said
"Our goal is to survive, if you want to shoot yourself after you shoot me, then I can't stop you, because I'll do the same thing if you get bitten." She cried out a few tears and nodded, I left the shotgun and the bat for the person behind the counter, and she and I started our escape. After a few shots that hit their heads, even more walked in our direction. It just proved to us that they reacted to sound. We stole the keys out of a person who had no limbs left, but their pockets were still intact. The keys were for a van, and that was good, we needed one around this time. After bashing in a few heads, we had reached the van in the underground parking lot and rode out of there, it was then we noticed that the city was dead, fires were everywhere, people screaming for their lives, women being raped in the streets, and children crying for their parents while the dead got them, indeed, it was as if Venezuela only went deeper into hell.
