This is a redo on Chapter 1 of I will survive, if this isn't to much people's liking I will ask if you atleast read or skim through the other chapters. I didn't have it in me the first time I started this but now I'M IN IT TO WIN IT!
I do not own High School of the Dead or it's characters.
My name is Izanagi Ryuken, I'm just another normal 20 year old, high-school graduate that had an unlucky life but a better outcome than others. First, dad got murdered by a psycho when I was ten, shot through the heart on his way back home from work one unfortunate night. If that wasn't sad enough, I barely remember him... only glimpse of his face and personality pops up when someone brings him up...
In age 15, mom was taken by cancer... which forced me to live with my crazy genius of a grandfather for five years. He made a fortune from making guns and generators for the military which would have been great to live with him... if he wasn't an end-of-the-world nut... but I guess he wasn't that far off. Throughout the rest of my teenage years, he forced me to train with him, days in and days out. He tried to make me think that no one should be trusted and I should learn more like a super soldier than someone trying to survive highschool. I ignored some of his mental information but the physical ones were burned into my mind. If it wasn't for the fact that we were living in a nice mansion, it would be like a military base with one unwanted recruit. To be fair, I could tell he didn't hate me... but it was obvious he wasn't going to say he liked me anytime soon.
Right when I turned twenty, my dearest grandfather gave me ten thousand dollars, a key and he kicked me out of his mansion. The key was to a room on top of his best friend's shop... a gunshop... great... I was tried of my old man's gun nut talk, now I have to hear both gun nuts and their toys... My hell on earth... Everyday had both gunfire ringing my ears, annoying dialogues from want-a-be crazed gunmen and the smell of smoke choking my lungs. My first month was bad but far from terrible since my landlord made me feel a little at home. He would easily help me out with any problem I had or bring me to dinner with his family. He would usually fix any issues I had including giving me sleeping pills for some restless nights... but sometimes... I use them too much with all the noise inside.
Enough of my life story, how about I start with the more interesting part. I awoke in my room with headphones on, playing hiphop music and songs from the internet. I noticed that it was the middle of the day and the light was in my eyes. "damn sun", I groaned as I sat up in my bed. I turned off my music and was caught off guard on not hearing guns being fired or banter between armed friends. I was disgust by the overwelming smell of gunpowder and cover my nose. "I guess they ran out of ammo", I looked at the katana I bought as a decoration from a nearby mall and I guess for a safe guard from anybody stupid enough to sneak in a gun store, if they had a gun I also had a .50 desert eagle (my landlord called it a moving-in present).
I made my way down stairs but stopped when my gun crazy landlord lay on the floor near the bottom of the stairs in a poddle of his own blood. "what... the fuck..." I mouthed and slowly made my way towards him. I noticed three things: he had an old empty chinese assualt rifle in his hands, a bullet wound to the shoulder and a few bite wounds in his leg, arm and shoulder. "God damn...", suddenly I saw a man in the shadows advance towards me. "Who are you and what the hell happened!?", he only responed with a low moan and continue towards me. I rushed upstairs and into my room, I snatched the katana and my gun. I ran back and he was right at the stairs, I point my blade at his chest. "Answer me, damn it!", he only continue shuffling at me and the sword bend while it made contact with his chest. "You have got to be kidding..." I said as he knock the blade out of my hands and grab my shoulders. The next thing I know, he pull me closer and tries to bite my neck. I could barely keep him off me and I noticed his eyes were blank as if he was blind... or dead... I pulled out my handgun and positioned it on his chest, where his heart is. "You stupid motherfucker!" I yell in his face before blowing large hole from his chest through his back. I was breathing heavily when I noticed his grip loosen on my shoulder but was taken by surprise when he tightened it again. "Shit!" I screamed when he drew me closer. "That... that was through the heart! How can you...?" I asked as I noticed the barrel of my gun was stuck in his chest. I placed my other hand on the side of his head to try and get his now visible bloody face away from mine. I carefully back up on the stairs behind me to get a high advantage. He still had his grasps on me but his rotting teeth were by my chest. I raise my leg, put my foot on his throat and was finally able to kick him off before his teeth made contact. I finally saw him closely as a decayed corpse that was still moving, "what the hell are you?!" I pulled my gun out of what was left of his ribcage and shot him in the head (I will admit that was a stupid question). "God damn... what is with him?"
I stood there over both bodies, uneasy. It was my first time killing something remotely human but before I could state how I felt in this moment, I noticed more people that are acting the same way as the one I killed, coming to the shop. I ran towards the counter and filled a bag with bullets for my gun before they hit the ripped off door. I ran towards the stairs but was stopped when something grabs my ankle and trip me. I landed beside the first intruder I encountered and then looked at my feet to find out who grabbed me... It was the owner of the shop... Due to his legs being chewed off, he was only able to crawl. "No way... come on man, snap out of it" I tried to reached out to him but thats when I noticed his pale face and clear eyes. He opened his mouth to bite my leg but luckily, I was already sitting upright and quickly shoved the barrel of his first gift for me in his mouth. I positioned it to aim up to the root of his mouth and shut my eyes, "I'm sorry about this" I told him as I pull the trigger and his brains splatters his clothings and floor.
I shoved him off me and dashed towards the roof, the ones that came in earlier were on my heels. When I reached to fourth floor, I kicked the closest one that was ahead of the rest. They all fell on top of each other down the stairs and I continued my dash, luckily the only way to the roof is to climb a ladder to a hatch. I pull the ladder with me on to the roof and quickly close the hatch. I closed my eyes, rub my eyelids and breath heavily, "oh shit, oh shit, oh shit...", I panicked, "This has to be a dream or something." I open my eyes and saw the part of the city I lived look like hell. "well... I think I would have woke up by now..."