A/N: This is my first Highschool of the Dead fanfic! I hope you like it!~
"Cross my heart and hope to die... Yeah right." Takashi muttered, leaning against the railing of the stairwell overlooking the school grounds. Takashi Komuro was skipping his fifth period class, and was moping over the injustice of being dumped. He had been dumped by none other than Miyamoto Rei, his childhood love. Many years ago, they had made the promise to marry each other in the future, but now... Rei had dumped him for his best friend, Hisashi Igou. Rei had claimed that it was because he, Takashi, was indecisive.
"A broken promise, huh?" Said a pleasing female voice descending from the third level of the stairs. "No, I don't go to school here if you're wondering." The girl smirked, putting her hands on her hips, watching his expression change from irritated, to surprised, to flustered. He was blushing furiously by the time she made her way to his side, as she too, leaned against the railing. "I just came to visit a friend of mine. By the way, I'm Keichii Kiyoko. But please call me Kiyoko."
Takashi was semi-aware of his actions... He feebly shook her offered hand and introduced himself as well. "K-Konnichiwa, Kiyoko-san. I-I'm T-Takashi Komuro, but Komuro's fine." But all the while, he was ogling her strangely attractive appearance. There was something about her he couldn't quite place... Her aura, perhaps...?!
Kiyoko was wearing a tight, form-fitting black tank top, with a simple short blue skirt, and flats. She wore black finger and fore-arm guards, and a rather out-of-place blue baseball cap. The cap seemed rather loose, and sat high on her head, and her long raven locks were pulled back into a messy bun, with bangs framing her face. His eyes travelled from her enrapturing azure eyes, to her luscious lips, taking in her perfectly sculpted aquiline nose and prominent high cheek bones. Straying form her unblemished face and travelling down her delicate neck to her generous assets, tiny waist and shapely hips, he took note of her left index finger, tapping rhythmically on her waist, before it abruptly stopped.
He heard it too, and immediately snapped out of his stupor to see that a pale-looking male had walked into the locked school gates head first. Strange... Perhaps it was the distance, but Takashi was unable to see the man's pupils at all, as if his eyes had rolled to the back of his head, and thick bags under his eyes made him look like he had missed weeks of sleep. The man had both arms out at a right angle with his body, as if he had been sleep-walking, and although he could not see it, a gaping bite wound on the man's back had stained his work attire with blood.
"Who's that...?" Takashi turned to face Kiyoko but was left gawking at her, as she jumped over the railing and landed soundlessly on the ground, hundreds of feet below, and sprinted to the stranger in a mere second. What?! Who the hell is she?! Who can jump from that height unscathed? What on earth is going on here?! But he pushed these thoughts aside as his curiosity won over, and he concentrated on the unfolding scene below.
"Stop!" Kiyoko pleaded to the advancing PE teachers. "Don't touch him, please! It's dangerous!" But, as Takashi would soon witness, the pleas fell on deaf ears, and this proved to be the downfall of the school. She was a kid in their eyes, and her thoughts didn't matter. This day, would soon be known as Z-Day.
"What are you talking about, kid?" Said a gruff-looking, burly man. Takashi recognized him. It was Mr. Teshima. "And why should we listen to you? How'd you get in here anyway? You clearly don't go to school here." He advanced on her in a threatening manner.
"You have to trust me on this one! You will jeopardize the lives of many if it bites you. It will spread-" She was rather desperate now. She could easily kill the 'man,' but if she were to lose control, or if her true nature was revealed, she would have no way to escape imprisonment or death. And who was to say, it wouldn't be both? Or perhaps they would torture her, and confine her to inhumane experimentation...
He grabbed her by the collar lifting her inches from the air and Takashi bristled at this. There was no way he could help her from where he was, and he certainly could not jump past the railing like she had done. He merely clenched the railing, his knuckles turning white with strain, as he glared at the teacher.
"Listen up, kid. I don't need your help or advice, or whatever. I can handle this punk." He dropped her at his feet and marched to the metal gate.
In her last attempt to save the school from impending doom, Kiyoko focused, screwing up her face in concentration and closing her eyes. A purple barrier was erected between Mr. Teshima and the undead man, and he abruptly turned on his heel to glower at Kiyoko before turning to the undead before him. He was surprised to find that 'the man' backed away from the barrier and a hiss escaped his lips. 'The man' snarled, revealing a set of razor-sharp teeth, that although were yellowed and decaying, were deceivingly strong.
'It' lunged at the metal gate, indenting the gate, much to the surprise of everyone watching, save for Kiyoko. And still, 'it' kept lunging, oblivious to the obvious pain he would have felt, had he been alive.
"Explain yourself at once, young lady! What is going on?!" A teacher demanded.
"I-I can't. You wouldn't understand. Nor would you believe me until it was too late." Kiyoko grimaced as the metallic gate groaned under the pressure, heralding is eventual collapse.
Mr. Teshima turned to face Kiyoko again, throwing a punch at her, and although she dodged effortlessly, she instead lost concentration on the barrier. She watched in dismay as he immediately stalked over to the dead man once again, sticking his hand through the weakened bars to grab 'it' by the scruff of his neck, slamming him into the bars. And sill, the 'man' seemed intent on breaching the school gate... And bite her head off.
She could not bare to watch, and so instead, she wished the teachers good luck, though they did not understand why just yet, and sped off looking for her friend. She knew what would happen, and as a piercing scream resounded through the air, she disappeared inside the school, searching for the kendo dojo by nose.
Takashi had saw the whole thing and he fought the urge to vomit. People eating people?! Now that's fucked up! He could still see, in his mind's eye, Mr. Teshima biting others, spewing blood, only seconds after he himself had been bitten. He was now racing down the school hallway to the fifth period class he was supposed to be attending. Why didn't they listen to her? But more importantly... A barrier? But I guess this isn't all that surprising, seeming as people come back to life to bite other people and infect them... But still... This is so sick and messed up, its not even funny.
Carelessly slamming aside the classroom door, he walked into class obnoxiously loud, making a beeline for his friends, much to the displeasure of his teacher.
"Takashi, you couldn't be satisfied with just skipping my class?" The teacher sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as Takashi ignored him, roughly grabbing two girls by the arm.
"Rei-san; Saya-san, we have to get out of the school right now. You too, Igou; Hirano! I saw people eating people at the front of the school gate just now. No joke."
"Holy shit, no way!" Hisashi stared at his friend in disbelief, but was hard-pressed to find that Takashi was completely serious.
"What the hell are you talking about?!" Takagi demanded. But she too recognized Takashi's seriousness. She hesitated, biting her bottom lip. People eating each other?!
"I don't- What the hell are you doing? Are you out of your mind?! I can never understand-" Miyamoto protested before she was interrupted by Takashi slapping her full across the face. She glared at him, holding the stinging skin, opening her mouth to speak again, but Takashi cut in.
"Listen to me!" he demanded, infuriated. "I would never make shit like this up!" This seemed to convince them, and Takagi and Hisashi shot out of their seats, ignoring the stares they received.
"U-Uhm, Takagi-san? May I come with you? Takashi-san?" Saya made to protest, but sighed as Takashi agreed, dragging the five of his friends out of class. Khota Hirano stumbled behind Takagi, red-face.
"We need weapons." Hisashi supplied, once they were out of earshot.
"Khota and I will gather a more efficient weapon from the science building."
"Alright. Meet us in the main building when you're done." Takashi responded.
"Let's go chubby." Takagi scolded, as Khota scurried after her. When they turned the corner, Hisashi sighed, turning the opposite direction to the janitor's closet down the hall, where he wrenched open the door. Breaking off the top of the mop, a wicked sharp metal tip emerged, and Hisashi handed this to Miyamoto. Rummaging around, Hisashi brought a confiscated baseball bat out form the depths of the room and promptly handed this to Takashi.
"What about you?!" Takashi demanded of his empty-handed friend.
"I've got a black belt in karate, I'll be fine." Hisashi reassured him. "Now let's get out of here before things get really ugly."
Takashi nodded and Miyamoto looked as if she wanted to say something, opening and closing her mouth like a goldfish, before deciding against it, and following after the two boys. Halfway down the stairs, the school PA system crackled to life, and the principal's voice sounded through the school.
"Attention all students. An emergency situation is happening inside the school right now. Please follow your teachers' instructions and evacuate the school immediately. I repeat-" A door was heard slamming open and the students could hear a moaning and groaning noise and the principal's trembling voice. "Get away from me!" Things were knocked down before ether was a distinct shatter and splatter. "ARGH! H-HELP! SOMEBODY-AHHH!" Then came an incoherent gurgle.
The world seemed to stop for a few breaths before the whole school exploded with a violent flurry of movement. Students were pushing, shoving and even punching each other in their haste to leave the school, regardless of their teachers' instructions.
"Quick! To the roof! There's no way we can get out now with all the people. We'll just get trampled. Let's barricade ourselves on the roof so that we can see what's happening below!" Hisashi gestured, but Takashi stayed rooted to the spot.
"What about Takagi-san and Khota-san?! We're supposed to meet up with-"
"No! We don't have time for them. Hisashi-kun is right! We have to-" Miyamoto started, but was met with a maddening glare, and tightly clenched fists.
"No! If you want, you go on ahead, but I'm not leaving them behind! I'll come find you afterwards!" With that, Takashi sprinted off towards the main building, in search of Takagi and Khota.
The main building was eerily quiet except for the occasional scream and moaning and groaning. Throwing open the door to the outside on his left, two zombies were seen lurching around aimlessly on the walk way together. His eyes zeroes in on the bleeding bite marks on the teachers' legs, among other places, and he steadied his bat before charging at 'them' with a loud battle cry. Raising his baseball bat, he swung as hard as he could at the first zombie's leg, hoping to cripple him, and turned to find the other zombie was already within swinging range, but was lunging at him. Without thinking, Takashi swung the bat and sickening crack could be heard as he cleaved the skull and brain matter splattered across the floor. A manic grin made its way onto his face, but was soon wiped clean off when he turned around and came face-to-face with the 'mangled' zombie he had 'crippled' earlier. Apparently, you had to smash their heads in before 'they' died. Again.
The zombie grabbed his swinging arm and effectively pinned him to the ground in a heap of jumbled limbs. The last thing he saw before he closed his eyes and flinched, awaiting the worst fate possible, was the zombie, opening its mouth wide, boasting flesh-piercing teeth, closing in on his jugular blood vessel.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Please review! ^^