Hello, this is my first story here! It's pretty much just a zombie au, so I hope you guys enjoy it! There will probably be character death, and a lot of other terrible things, so be warned...
Ryoma jogged down the deserted street, tennis racket clutched tightly to his chest as he looked around. Every sound put him on high alert, every small movement caught his attention. Sweat was beading on his forehead, and he reached up to wipe it off with his sleeve, only to get the feeling that he'd just rubbed something else onto his face. Staring at his sleeve, Ryoma remembered that his shirt was covered with blood. He swallowed thickly and quickly averted his eyes. He kept jogging, trying to distract himself with the steady rhythm of his feet hitting the concrete of the road. He didn't want to think about what had just happened; wanted to wake up and realise that what had happened just a few hours ago had all been a bad dream.
Ryoma had gotten home from school as usual, only to find his father, grinning stupidly, waiting by the door in some of his best clothes. Ryoma had raised an eyebrow and tried to go to his room to rest, only to be stopped by his well-dressed dad.
'We're going out to dinner, kiddo,' the man had said. 'Your mum is coming too, so get dressed.'
Ryoma normally would have told his dad to bug off, but his mother was coming, and she normally worked too late to have dinner with them. With a quiet nod he'd headed to his room and put on some nice clothes, secretly excited to spend some time with both his parents at once.
Once he was ready, his dad had driven the two of them to a restaurant where they met up with his mother, dressed in a deep blue, flowing dress and smiling happily at the sight of her boys. They had sat down and ordered nice food, and Ryoma had watched contentedly as his parents bickered over who had dressed better. They had stayed for a good few hours before anything went wrong.
The large clock sitting by the restaurant door had struck 7 o'clock when a man barged in, knocking over the menu stand and falling onto the floor. A waitress had gone to help him up, only to let out a scream when the man lunged for her throat. She ended up getting a chunk ripped out of her shoulder as two of the larger waiters grabbed the man to throw him out. The crazed man, thrashing around wildly, managed to bite both of the waiters before they managed to get him out.
Customers watched on in shock as the three servers headed into the back to treat their wounds, and a manager came out to apologise for the fuss. Ryoma, surprised by such a display of violence, had tried to go back to eating, listening to his parents concerned conversation with one ear. They had finished dinner that way, and were going to pay the bill when all hell broke loose.
The servers that had been bitten pushed their way through the employee door, followed by several chefs in bloodstained aprons and a security worker with a mangled arm. They fell upon the customers, grunting and snarling as they tried to bite anyone in sight. Ryoma had stared in shock, hands gripping the table tightly as customers screamed and ran.
Nanjiro had grabbed Ryoma's arm in one hand, and Rinko's in his other and dragged them outside, where he quickly got to calling the police. He'd waited several moments before shutting his phone.
'Line's busy,' he'd grunted, sounding surprised, before opening the car and ushering Ryoma in. When all three of them were safely buckled in, they began the drive home. Rinko put the radio on, and they listened quietly as panicked radio spokespeople raved about crazy people all over Japan attacking innocent civilians. Ryoma had shuddered and looked out of the window, hoping they would get home safely.
It wasn't too long a drive, but it felt like an eternity before Nanjiro parked the car and they all made a mad dash to the house. They nearly made it before they ran into a group of five girls, looking no older than twenty, wandering down the road. Nanjiro had paused, for once serious, and narrowed his eyes.
'Rinko, Ryoma, stay close,' he had muttered, edging around the girls, who seemed to be unaware of their presence. Ryoma waited impatiently as his father searched for the house key and opened the door to let them in, only to be startled by a loud chime that froze them in place. One of Karupin's toys lay on the floor a few feet away, having been thrown that way by the door.
Turning back to the girls, Ryoma saw they had heard too, and were heading their way. Rinko shoved Ryoma into the house, telling him to go to his room as she ran to the kitchen. Ryoma had hesitated for a moment before running up the stairs and into his bedroom. He immediately went to his closet and grabbed his tennis racket before heading back to the stairs. Looking down, Ryoma could see his parents trying to hold to door closed as low moans permeated through the door. Those girls were trying to get through.
Every once in a while an arm would pop through and reach around wildly, only to be met with an attack from Rinko, who was wielding a large kitchen knife. Ryoma had been about to rush downstairs, determined to help, when one arm, unseen by Rinko, had tripped Nanjiro, who fell hard onto his side. Ryoma had winced, taking the steps two at a time to get too them, but while Nanjiro was down the girls managed to shove the door open enough to get inside. Rinko had shrieked loudly, waving her knife around and shouting out threats while Nanjiro got to his feet.
'Get out of my house!' The man shouted, scarier than Ryoma had ever seen him. Nanjiro began to manhandle one of the girls, picking her up and trying to throw her out, only to receive a nasty bite to the hand from a second girl. He'd cursed and dropped the first girl, trying to get to Rinko, who was somehow fending off the three others.
'We've got to go,' he'd shouted, getting to his wife's side. She had a large wound on her arm and several scratches on her face. Her face was pale and she nodded instantly, slashing the knife downward to get one of the girls away from her.
Ryoma was frozen in place, too scared to go to his parents, too scared to go away. He had been about to speak when one of the crazed girls turned to him. She had dull, sunken eyes and messy brown hair that had specks of blood in it. Ryoma had tripped backwards when she stepped towards him, and let out a gasp of surprise as she growled, dropping onto all fours to crawl towards him.
Nanjiro and Rinko had immediately rushed to their son's aid, and tried to get her away, onto to have the others get them from behind. It seemed nothing they did deterred these crazy beasts, and Ryoma watched in horror as they bit his parents again and again.
The only reason Ryoma had made it out of that alive was that his dad, dark liquid gushing from his stomach, had distracted the creatures, screaming for Ryoma to 'Run! Just leave us kid, we're not gonna make it!'
Unable to do anything else, Ryoma had made a break for it. He'd run without looking back, breathing hard as he tried to stay calm. What had just happened!? What was wrong with those girls? Were his parents ok? Ryoma had aimlessly run, turning down different roads any time he saw another person.
It wasn't until the sun began setting that Ryoma realised he needed to actually get somewhere where he could rest. The only place he knew to go was the school, and so he set off to the one place where he spent most of his days. It took less than an hour, but when he finally reached Seigaku, it was getting too dark to see. Ryoma had jumped over the school fence and headed straight for the deserted tennis courts. No one was there, and Ryoma shuddered as the cold wind cut through his clothes.
Looking around, Ryoma spotted the changing rooms. He tried the door, but it was locked. He didn't want to sleep outside. Ryoma looked around for another way in. Some way up was a window; usually used to air out the room once it got to sweaty and smelly. Ryoma reached up, and with the help of his tippy toes, managed to reach the latch. The window swung open, and he slipped his racket through before pulling himself up. It was a tight fit, but Ryoma managed to slip through. The floor didn't soften the blow at all, and his legs were sore from running for so long, but it was warm in the changing rooms.
Ryoma shuffled over to one of the benches and sat down, realising that his hands were shaking. He swallowed thickly and put his hands under his thighs to stop the shivers passing through his body. He wondered if he was safe in here. Was there a night guard in the school? What if he became crazy too? Ryoma hoped he was safe in the changing rooms. He really did.
Pulling off his bloodstained jumper, Ryoma balled it up into a makeshift pillow and laid down on it. The bench was kind of small, and not at all comfortable, and Ryoma felt a little sick from the scent of blood, but with the small comfort of his tennis racket beneath the bench, Ryoma managed to fall into a restless sleep.
I hope you enjoyed that. Tezuka and others will (hopefully) arrive in the second chap! Sorry it's a little short, but I'm not that good at writing. Please tell me if I did something wrong, and what I can do to improve :)
