Quick Notice! You must read the first 'Mahora's Worst Nightmare' to understand what is happening and how everything came to this point!
I do not in anyway own any content related to Mahou Sensei Negima, this is a fan made story
Mahora's Worst Nightmare: The Dead Never Stay Dead
Monday 2:47AM - Outside The Library - Battlefield Ruins
One day…it has been one day since that faithful night, where everything became silent. The whereabouts of Class 3-A are unknown to anyone, including the Self Defence Forces that remained hidden behind large metal walls for safety against the out of control virus that has now been distinguished. It was only now did they decide to expose themselves to the horror that took place, the unknown situation that unfolded between the survivors and the infamous creature known as 'The First'.
They didn't know how, they didn't know why, but they were convinced that everything was becoming a huge misjudgement. 'A riot' they would say. 'Drug users misusing vital items and experimenting with them, becoming savages' claimed the still sane survivors. Oh how wrong they were, very few knew about the conspiracy, but those who did kept it to themselves, not wanting to cause a panic that could lead to fingers being pointed, suspicions being risen as countries and people were accused of the unexplainable causes of the outbreak.
By now, they were familiar of the attacks, what would happen if one was bitten. But the question still remained, just what did happened during the vacancy of the Self Defence Force that forced the undead to fall? That is what they were going to find out…
News that a group of students had amazingly survived the traumatizing nightmare spread fast across the services, becoming an outstanding achievement that many found hard to believe. But orders were orders. A small task force has been assigned to wonder the streets, exploring the last known whereabouts of the group and attempting to discover any information that the students may give to how this all ended. It is still not clear if everything on the streets is both physically and mentally dead, hence forth the reason of a small group, a five person squad, all prepared for payback against anything that gets in their way. They will go out their, they will find the students, they will make it back safely, and they will succeed…
The five willingly voluntary soldiers walked through the murky streets filled with nothing but rotting bodies and sickly coloured blood. The stench was engulfing, irreversible and worst of all, gut wrenching as it made the strong, fit soldiers feel sick. Shrouds of mist covered the battlefield, most probably from where the bodies have been decomposing so much. The soldiers would slowly and carefully trot their way through the bodies, stepping over the flesh eating monsters and avoiding any contact with practically anything that wasn't the blood stained floor.
They reached the library, and the sight was….unusual, to say the least. The whole area was cracked, the ground, the walls, even the sky had oddly crooked clouds that swirled back and forth. Their was a circle of bodies surrounding the lower half of 'The First', it was unfortunate that the misled soldiers didn't know that.
"Damn…it looks like an earthquake hit this place" mumbled Jenkins.
"No reports of earthquake, those things caused this" replied Anderson.
"Stay focused soldiers, were here on a search and rescue mission, not a recon" growled the commanding officer, Tankins was his name.
"Yes sir…" replied both soldiers.
"Come on boys, this is the first time we've been out in weeks. Enjoy it while it lasts" interrupted Lilason, the only member of the team who was the opposite sex.
"Tsk, look around Lilason, not much to enjoy round here…" sarcastically moaned Boycee.
"Guys got a point, if this is paradise to you, I suggest you seek out help" smirked Anderson.
"Yeah, I'll get right on that as soon as help actually comes…" groaned Lilason.
"Enough, I want a full search of the area, no one goes alone, no one leaves this area, understand?" ordered Tankins.
"Yes sir!" shouted everyone.
"Jenkins, you're with me. The rest of you, stay frosty" notified Tankins.
They all nodded, splitting into two teams. Tankins and Jenkins crept around the bodies that were piled on top of each other, almost completely blocking the large smashed in doors that gave access to the library. Both quickly leeched themselves against the walls, raising their heavy guns high as they curled their head around the corner, blankly staring into the shroud of darkness that awaited them inside.
"You can tell these doors were forced open from the outside, debris scattered all over the place inside" informed Jenkins.
"Roger that, this area is to big to examine with just us two, retreat back and look for any evidence of life while we wait for the others to finish their search" demanded Tankins.
Jenkins quickly agreed, raising his hand and giving Tankins the thumbs up. The two pushed themselves of the wall, quickly treading through the bodies as their eyes scanned the disclosed battlefield.
Nearby were Lilason, Anderson and Boycee, all not exactly thrilled to be wondering the wastes of torn up bodies that Lilason could swear were all staring at her. The three stood in a triangle formation, all sync with each other as their footsteps collided and became one sound.
"So, you think the kids did this?" sudden asked Anderson.
"This? Really? If they could do this then im worried that were going to be replaced…" answered Boycee.
"Haha! Anything could replace you Boycee, you were born to fail at basically everything" joked Lilason.
"Humph, you seem to be enjoying you're time out of the cage" smirked Boycee.
"Hey, a tigers gotta have her exercise or she gets cranky, and you don't want that" grinned Lilason.
"Come on guys, stick to the mission. I don't want Tankins busting our ass when he finds out that we haven't been doing our job" exclaimed Anderson.
"Like those kids even survived…they got lucky, that's all" said Lilason.
"Hang on guys, let's check out this store. Looks like someone broke into it" intervened Boycee.
"Wow, what a surprise, a shop was broken into during an outbreak like this…you're a freaking genius Boycee" laughed Anderson.
"Look's like you didn't read the recent reports. This area was locked down, checkpoint seven held for a couple of days before being overrun by those…things. Unless their were some incredibly stupid soldiers that wanted to make a quick pit stop for food while those things flooded in, I doubt this place was broken into until after those survivors appeared. Their may be something we can find which can help us". explained Boycee.
Both Lilason and Anderson stared at Boycee, amazed that he came up with such an explanation.
"And when did you become this smart?" questioned Lilason.
"When you're a guy stuck in a room for days, you get bored and do things you wouldn't usually do…" smiled Boycee.
"Tsk, you knucklehead" smirked Lilason as she gently tapped her fist into Boycee's overly large head.
"Ok, cover formation, I'll go in first" ordered Anderson.
They all nodded with satisfaction, not showing much care that Anderson just volunteered to be the bait while they watched. It was funny, throughout their time together, they always played around and never took anything seriously. Then, when the required actions are needed, they become professional, as if they had never even heard a joke before in their lives. The thing was, neither of them noticed, which didn't bother them one bit, because that was apart of their training, to overcome the near enough impossible…although, a zombie apocalypse wasn't one of them.
With his gun firmly shoved against his shoulder, Anderson slowly shuffled through the already open door, aiming down his sights and he scoured the room for anything hostile while he knew that both Boycee and Lilason were watching his back, giving him confidence while feeling comforted by their presence.
The quietness made everything worse as Anderson could hear his heartbeats increase, becoming louder with adrenaline as the first few steps led him next to the counter which had a trail of blood sliding across it, concerning him for what happened. It wasn't until his foot thumped against something hard, something…dead. As he halted, Anderson felt his blood run cold while scornfully dragging his head down, revealing a man's body. It was the first time he had ever made contact with something from the outside, and it didn't feel good…especially with the thought that the same man before him could have been an innocent victim, begging for help but not receiving it. If only they were giving the permission…if only they could have been here would more people have survived.. But their damn commander denied it…selfishly caring about the safety of his fortified outpost that 'desperately' needed to be held. What a foul lie…
Looking back up, he decided that everything was safe and turned to his team mates who were patiently waiting for his verdict on the situation.
"Area clear, looks like nothing can help us here" notified Anderson.
"Roger that, our orders are clear, we go no further. Let's get back to Tankins and give him the news that the bastards aren't here…although I already predicted that" replied Lilason as she rolled her eyes with disbelief, wondering why no one listened to her in the first place.
The three rushed their way back to Tankins and Jenkins who were both not far from the library entrances, waiting for their arrival. Lilason stumbled forward, not caring that she wasn't really looking majestic enough to even be a soldier.
"Report, anything?" asked Tankins.
"No sir, nothing, no surprise might I add" answered Lilason.
"Roger that…we'll check this library out before going back to command…im sure he'll be thrilled to know that were still alive…and only us" sighed Tankins.
They began to walk, attempting to make their free time on the outside last before they were sealed within the steel walls that kept the relatively 'safe' from harm. Jenkins, being the technical geek in the group, was more aware of their surroundings and took note of how everything had been laid out, what interested him the most…was the lower half of 'The First', something he was yet to discover and most probably never will discover because of the amount of damage inflicted onto the immense creature, the holder of the virus, the father of the infection. Falling behind on purpose, Jenkins was tempted to examine the lower half, looking for any useful Intel that he could study while back at command. Perhaps he could make a breakthrough? He knew that if he didn't try, that would never happen.
Allowing the other four to continue ahead unnoticed of his vacancy, Jenkins quietly detoured to the right, approaching the mysterious unknown being before him. The fact that it was the only body that was actually in the giant circle fascinated him to the point that even he would disobey orders, and Jenkins wasn't like that at all.
Halting to a stop, Jenkins knelt down, closely inspection not only the lower half of 'The First' but the scenery as well. It was strange, apart for the wicked mutations influenced on the body, Jenkins was stunned by how much punishment the battered remains had taken.
"The ground has been scorched, that would explain the ghastly colour of the skin" whispered Jenkins.
He proceeded to lift his hand high, gently patting the crumbled skin that was barely stable, causing it to slightly crack in the process like an empty shell.
"The skin is rock hard…possibly a side effect for absorbing the blast of heat. But…how? The sun merely isn't hot enough to cause this…something burned this thing alive. Couldn't have been our guys, could it?" wondered Jenkins.
Adjusting his sight, Jenkins then took notice of the perfectly curved outline of the body, indicating that someone or something, cut the body in half with steady hands and perfectionist rhythm. It would take some skill to cut something so straight and easily, which then brought up the question. Who caused all of this? Surely not the recent students that survived all this?
Something then startled Jenkins, something he thought he would never see during this hole trip. Nauseatingly squirming out of the visibly cut open lower half was…well…that's the thing, Jenkins had no idea what it was. The Mawkish sound of the strange substance created a sickening wet sound, squiggling around and desperately attempting to escape. Jenkins didn't shout, he didn't run, he just stared, completely overwhelmed with scientific knowledge that he so badly needed to explain just what the hell that strange liquid was. Little did he know…it was what started this hole thing…and what Evangeline was so sure she ended…it was…..The Virus, barely withstanding the loss of it's vital cells that made it become what it was.
"What the…hell is that!" shouted Jenkins, alerting the others who were about the enter the library.
Turning with frustration, Tankins snarled with ignorance, unable to accept the fact that his squad was just a bunch of mindless ingrates that never followed orders. Although, Jenkins was a bit of a surprise to him.
"JENKINS! I order you to fall in and follow orders!" exclaimed Tankins.
Feeling harassed, Jenkins didn't hesitate to respond. After all, no strange black liquid was more scary than his commanding officer. It really was the first Tankins had actually become annoyed with Jenkins, which came to a shock for both of them.
Jerking his head around, Jenkins eyes shot opened with excitement as his recent discovery may be his moment of glory , everything he wanted could be down to obtaining this substance that weirdly enough revealed itself before him, doing….something that Jenkins couldn't officially explain or describe.
"Sir! Ahaha! I found something!" Loudly screeched Jenkins as he pointed to the black substance "I think you should-".
Just as Jenkins turned his head, the sudden discomfort disturbed him in so many ways that it forced him to yelp out like a dog. The Virus bounced of the lower half of The First and run up Jenkins outstretched arm, tenderly lusting for a host as it glided up his arm and launched itself onto Jenkins face, leeching to his skin. Like lightning, most probably from where it has been so desperate to find another user, The Virus slithered into Jenkins nostrils, forcing it to scream in pain while choking on the virus. He started to lose control, tightly grappling his head and swinging it crazily back and forth as he jumped to his feet.
"Jenkins! What's happening!" shouted Anderson as he ran to his aid.
"STAY BACK! IT'S TO RISKY!" screamed Tankins.
Completely ignoring Tankins orders, Anderson ran across the ruins, colliding with Jenkins who was still screaming in pain. Anderson drastically dropped his weapon and slammed his hands onto Jenkins shoulders, frantically shaking him and trying to regain control of his team mate.
"Calm down Jenkins! What's the matter!" anxiously asked Anderson, it was more of a demand rather than a request to get his answer.
"Boycee, get that idiot away from him!" ordered Tankins.
"Yes sir" answered Boycee, not seeming to disturbed or phased by what is happened.
Boycee calmly made his way across the ruins, not in a rush to exclude anything, which annoyed Tankins even further as Lilason just sat back and watched, amused by his reactions while at the same time concerned for Jenkins.
It wasn't until Boycee reached halfway that everything turned silent. Jenkins unwillingly started to twitch, faintly closing his eyes and the twitches intensified until finally…nothing. Jenkins halted to a standstill, silently breathing while doing so. Anderson then smiled, relieved that everything was ok…or so he thought.
"Damnit Jenkins, were gonna have to get you a lead, keep you obedient" chuckled Anderson, still gripping Jenkins shoulders.
Jenkins remained silent. Nothing to worry about, right? Wrong. Without warning, Jenkins lifted his right arm, slowly but firmly placing it against Andersons shoulder. Anderson simply took this as a friendly gesture and ignored the strange actions created by Jenkins, even if that wasn't like him…at all.
Impulsively, Jenkins grip tightened, digging into Andersons skin as he calmly jerked his should, attempting to throw Jenkins of him. It didn't work…his grip become tighter and tighter until Anderson was forced to take action. Feeling the pain become worse, he wrapped his hand around Jenkins wrist, struggling to pull him off.
"Gah! Get of me!" demanded Anderson, still unaware that it wasn't Jenkins…he was talking to.
He was panicking now, dreading the reason to why he ignored Tankins in the first place. Then Jenkins eyes opened…revealing nothing but paleness in his pupil, sadistically uniting the two with fear as Anderson couldn't resist the monster once known as Jenkins.
At that moment, a ghastly groan escaped through Jenkins mouth, startling Anderson before the fatal blow was stuck. As quick as it started was as quick as it ended, Jenkins ferociously launched himself at Anderson, attaching his teeth to Andersons neck and quickly digging his teeth through the skin, spreading the virus. Anderson screeched, unable to escape the clutches of Jenkins as fiercely thrusted his head back, tearing the flesh clean of and forcing Anderson to the floor with despair.
Boycee then froze as he watched the blood horrifically drip down Jenkins mouth and onto the floor, sending him into a frenzy of panic as he drastically backed away, seeking orders from Tankins.
"Sir! Sir hat do we do!" panicked Boycee.
"Shoot him! Shoot them both!" regrettably ordered Tankins.
A barrage of bullets viciously exited their weapons, unloading into Jenkins and the soon to be standing Anderson, staggering them back with each bullet not causing the slightest bit of damage to them. The haunting sound of their guns clipping indicated that they needed to reload. But that wasn't the problem. After three whole clips being forced into both of them, they were still walking…which forced them all to become afraid.
"They should be dead!" desperately shouted Boycee.
"Well their not, which means reload and keep firing!" growled Lilason.
Boycee did just that, unfortunately for him, he didn't know EVERYTHING….about this virus, which was bad news for him.
As he unsteadily attempted to reload his weapon, Boycee felt a sudden grip on his foot, forcing him to jump with dejection. Fearfully looking down, Boycee shockingly discovered the undead slowly recovering to their feet, rising around him as he frightfully stood In the middle of the reincarnation. A women held his lead, moaning as she prepared to feast his Boycee. That wasn't going to happen, not while he still had some fight left in him. Flipping his gun, he used the butt of it to smash the undead's face, forcing it to release it's grip and slumped it's face back into the already damaged ground.
"The head…Hey guys! Shoot them In the head!" shouted Boycee, unaware that he was just attracting more with the noise he made.
"BOYCEE, BEHIND YOU!" screamed Lilason.
Before he could act, another undead piled itself onto Boycee's back, violently dragging him down to his knees before injection the virus with a bite to the arm. He irritatingly yelled, forcing him to jump back and slam the undead into the ground, but to his displeasment, had no effect. It took another bite, closer to the neck this time, pulling Boycee's almost lifeless body to the ground before being overrun with more infected.
All Lilason and Tankins could do was helpless watch as their team mates died, as the horror began again, and as Jenkins smiled with pleasure, staring down the remaining soldiers as he screeched with delight, ordering his undead to attack.
"We can't stay here!" shouted Lilason.
"Don't you think I know that! We can't get back to command either! Were going to have to go around them and escape through Ivary Street !" noted Tankins.
"Are you crazy!".
"You have a better idea? I am ordering you to follow me through Ivary Street!".
"Tsk…yes sir" disappointedly agreed Lilason.
Narrowly avoiding the attacking undead, both soldiers ran, not knowing where they were going, what they were going to experience and if they were even going to make it out alive…
Monday 2:47AM - The Abandoned Hotel
"Mana, you're shift is over" notified Negi, looking much better from yesterday's battle.
"Mmm, anything new happened with you?" asked Mana.
"Not that I'm aware of. Everyone's asleep in their own hotel room. Protectors like you and me are on standby for the next shift. Evangeline is…well, gone again, if I should say. She took Arikas too, which was a surprise. Oh, and Kotaro's patrolling the streets, checking up on everything, seeing if the dead really are still dead" explained Negi.
"Trust me, Setsuna and I made sure The First was dead" replied Mana.
"Better to be safe than sorry" inclined Negi.
"I just wonder when the Self Defence Force are going realise that everything is norma-…well, not normal…but under control. Then we'll have to go through their procedure crap that no one is going to like. If they try anything to any member of this group, you can be sure that we will not cooperate with them, that involves moving out again. We have plenty of supplies, so we can make the trips if needed".
"Is that really necessary? Aren't they just trying to help?" questioned Negi.
"This town could have used their help a few days ago, not now" groaned Mana.
Both were relatively high up. After searching the hotel, everyone felt more comfortable staying here, and they did. It seemed like a suitable place to remain until further notice. Of course, being high up did have it's advantages. Not only could you see something approaching from miles away, but the night sky was a beautiful scenery that overtakes a persons emotions and drowns them in relaxation while they waited for their shift to end.
At that point, the silence was broken. Gunfire violently echoed through the fresh air that was available high up, immediately activating Mana's instincts to look over the edge of the balcony they were currently standing on.
"Gunfire, not far from here. It sounds like it's coming from…the library?" whispered Mana.
"This doesn't look good, what do you suppose we do?" asked Negi.
"We need find Kotaro and Evangeline. Unless someone's gone insane, something has happened. Maybe looters, maybe the Self Defence Force, but im not taking any chances. Stay here and keep watch, im going down their" inclined Mana.
"Ah, wait! I can't let you go alone. I know this may seem useless now, but as you're teacher I cannot myself allow to put my students in danger without some kind of consideration that they will be safe".
Mana simply smirked, entertained by Negi's claim. Unzipping her black jacket, she swung one half of it open, revealing the recently obtained Howa Type 89 securely attached to the fabric. She winked at him, making Negi turn a light red colour of both embarrassment and forgetfulness.
"Thanks for the concern sensei, but I think I'll be fine on my own" smiled Mana.
And just like that, Mana set off, looking as if she was excited that something was happening. But Negi knew she was just concerned, which was just fine with him. It was shocking how after one day, he already forget that Mana practically led the team to victory against The First. What was their to worry about? She was perfectly capable of handling herself.
And Here's Chapter 1 of the continuation to the well enjoyed 'Mahora's Worst Nightmare".
I know the first part doesn't really involve anyone from class 3-A but no worries, from here on now, students will now be involved mostly throughout the story now. I just needed an opening for my story and this was the best I could come up with =P
Don't forget, im still going to be writing my 'An Eclipse Of Love And Sacrifice' Story, meaning that this will not be updated as regular as the last 'Mahora's Worst Nightmare'. I just wanted to get the first chapter out the way because I hate writing openings, and also I wanted to see what people thought of my work put into this so far. Did you like the event that happened? Did you think if could have been better?.
So, reviews will be appreciated and thanks for reading!
