So, I had the motivation to write this story because of one fucking phrase. You'll see it continuously in this story. This should be fun.
Sousuke's POV
"*breakage* 21...*breakage* 217...Samezuka!" The radios in the room all echoed in a cacophany of the message, mine included.
"Matsuoka, Yamazaki! Get out there!"
Bang! Bang!
We pulled up as the gunshots echoed through the campus. What is he thinking? We raced out there to see the commotion.
Oh. That's definately not normal. Across the campus, there were homeless looking people attacking students. The officer who made the call, Igarashi, had his back to the front door of the school shooting at the staggering hoboes. The- the things weren't going down even a bullet shot through their middles.
Rin and I raised our guns and started firing. We made sure to shoot the usurpers instead of the students. After one left a student, the student would get a few seconds later and begin attacking. There was no hope for them.
Pants left our mouths as we raced to the school and shot as we passed.
It was only a Monday.
Aiichirou's POV
Momo and I were working in the cosplay store when it happened. We were wearing our theme for today: prisoners. Our store was called "Future Fish." I was working the register while Momo was hanging wigs up.
Ring!
"Welcome!" The person who had come staggering in turned to face me and my smile dropped. "MOMO! Get the fire axe!" The figure started to speed up to me. Right before it reached me, the bright red axe split it's head. Momo's bright smile greeted me when the figure slumped to the floor.
"It's so awesome that the zombie apocalypse has started! Now I can do those cool things like in video games!"
As tears began to fill my eyes, I began to notice one thing:
It was only a Monday.
Makoto's POV
I had stopped by Haru's shop for a piece of his Tiramisu. "Haru-chan, how have you been?"
"Makoto, it's Haru. I miss the water. She's calling out to me." I chuckled at Haru's love for the water as I dug into the cake. I looked up just in time to see the truck that was about to crash into the window. I rose up quickly and shouted.
"RUN!" Many rushed away from the windows. I pulled Haru with me towards the floor behind the counter.
There were screams erupting from all around us and I pulled Haru into the kitchen with me. "We have to go." He nodded and took the lead, leading me to the backdoor and the parking lot. "Haru, are you okay?"
"Yeah, thanks to you. You?"
"I'm fine. Just a little shaken." I took up passenger as Haru drove. Nothing would prepare us for what we saw on the streets. Bodies lay in the wake of the wrecked cars.
It was only a Monday.
Nagisa's POV
"Rei-chan! Stop playing with test tubes and pay attention to me. I just got back from checking one of our satellites. I was gone for weeks! So LOVE ME!"
"Nagisa-kun, I am trying to make a breakthrough in this experiment. Will you please let me work?"
"Oh, I guess I'll go play around with that cutie down the hall, Mikoshiba-sensei, was it?" The sound of the plastic test tube dropping caught my attention right before he pushed me against the wall and began to attack my neck with kisses and bites.
"You will NOT. You wanted my attention, and now, you've got it. Be prepared-"
Rei-chan never got to finish. A scream erupted down the hall and when we popped our heads out, we popped them back in. The hall was filled out non-human figures. That girl or boy was gone.
"Rei-chan?"
"Nagisa, go look in the closet for the black case. Bring it to me." I nodded and got it out as he locked the door. When he opened it, he handed me a pistol. It was heavy, but that was probably more of my conscience rather than the actual physical weight.
"Nagisa, never hesitate. That moment could kill you. You aim, you shoot. Never point without the intention to kill." I nodded and gulped as I felt tears slide down my cheeks.
"Rei-chan..." I jumped on him and wrapped him in a hug. I began to cry.
It was only a Monday.
All eight people that morning had the same thought at 9 in the morning:
It was only a Monday.
Hey guys, so yes, I do have another ff that isn't finished. I know that. But this phrase, something I would usually forget, kept popping up during the day. The idea makes me sad a little. It was, after all, only a Monday.
~CookiesForAlmostEveryone
