An Old Feeling

The smell of exhaust and old food. Yep, I was in the city, but the question is what city have I found myself in. By surveying of my surroundings I noticed that I'm outside of the city, because I was surrounded by trees left and right. A road in between them leading downhill and uphill as well. Behind me I see the city though it was small compared to some cities I have been to like Florence for example. In front of me I saw a strange sort of building in the distance that looked to be three stories with a fenced off roof. The only place I can imagine would be in an area like this is a school maybe.

"Where am I right now," I verbally asked myself. One moment I believed I was in France hunting down a noble and now I'm here in what appears to be Japan. The Sakura trees tell me so or maybe I'm in a different country. I looked down to myself and noticed quickly that I was both unarmed and without my coat. Actually, I'm dressed in some form of uniform more than likely for a high school of my current age means anything. I'm missing scars on my hands and arms. My skin is smoother same with my hands.

"Did I possibly regress or something?" That would explain why I can't remember how I got here. I blinked and suddenly memories flooded my mind. I was… Am late for school and I was running in hope of getting there without Teshima-sensei catching me again, which he has a habit of doing. My name is… Andrey Brown. Biological son of Jason Brown and Mary Brown, one African American born in New York City and the other a Kuwaiti and both rich. My biological mom and Dad died when I was two and then I was adopted by my current parents Makoto Ichimaru and Kanji Ichimaru. I adopted their name Ichimaru. My current dad was the corporate partner of my biological dad.

I was a baby… I think. Maybe my regression turned me into a baby without the ability to create coherent thoughts as complicated as this. Or maybe this is another reincarnation. I know I've lived a life full of trouble and feel pretty normal. I'm a genius third year sitting at 16 coming on 17 and why not? I have over 500 years of history in my soul I've unconsciously been tapping into for years now. I'm about to graduate early. Actually I could have graduated last year if I wanted to and after the shit I've dealt with this year maybe I should've. I don't have anyone I'd call a friend and most people leave me alone. I'm the only African in the school which spawn a couple people having it out for me. Afraid I might still there girl or something... which I have once or twice without even knowing it. Listen to the bitch, moans, and compliants of a girl and tell her she's pretty and that you miss her company and suddenly you're a thing. Suddenly that makes her feel special espcially if you don't treat the popular ones like they're god's gift to the earth. One girl... oh man I fought her boyfriend and seven of his lackies. I'm not sure how I won, but that day put me on the "Don't Fuck With" list. I'm third from the top. I have lost a couple fights once or twice, but I've made it known I can fight overwhelming odds. 9 on one and I took down six almost seven.

I rubbed my head as more memories swirled in my mind. My real name… I had no real name. I'm was a BlutJäger: A hunter of all things blood thirsty. I smirked a bit and shook my head. Nah, that ain't me anymore. That ain't me. I don't mind fighting and all, but I leave monsters to the authorities. Monsters like trolls don't even exist anymore. My last self took care of that back in the 1700's. I chuckled to myself again at these insane pictures of swords and other crazy shit filled my head. Damn, I've been though this shits happened more times than should be legal, and every time I accepted my fate to hunt again and again. Sadly, I'm not that guy anymore. I chose to leave it behind even when this side of me woke up in the past. Even with the memories rushing back. Hell most of my powers are gone. I'm utterly and completely human.

I rose my hands up and suddenly heard a bam noise. I dropped my book bag, but I was more keen to stare at my hands. On my left arm I saw nothing. It was clean. My matrix is gone. I did my work and fulfilled my role so I wished for a normal life and got it. I remember this one time a man broke into our house, and I was forced to kill him. Before I couldn't stomach the thought but witnessing something like at Tulio from my ol' hunter days it might as well be as happy as recess on a sunny day. After that do my house has been outfited with enough guns and knives to maked an milia. Now that I think of it some of my gear is as school to.

Why's this side of me awake again? What is happening that caused me to revert in such a way? It should be asleep until the end of time, right? Something isn't right.

I closed my hands and took a breath before looking up the hill to the building above. The building uphill was close now. Closer to me than the city but the smell in both directions caught my attention. It's the smell of decaying flesh with a trail of blood in the center of the road leading up to the school. Did I awaken because of this? The smell of blood and death? I looked around for something to use as a weapon but found nothing. That's weird I don't have my knife with me? I always have some kind of sharp object on my person. Those stupid teachers are always checking me for weapons even though I've explained on multiple counts that carrying a blade of eight inches or longer is part of my religion. I checked under my blazer at my back and smiled when I felt something on my waist. I pulled a knife, about eight inches, out from my sheath and smiled.

Old habits die hard.

The mind and the person may be altered but the subconscious mind will always remember. Maybe that's why I still trained to keep up.

'You are finally awake,' I heard a whisper in my ear.

I felt a burn at my right arm and bit my teeth. My body doesn't seems to have a high pain threshold for me to take this well. I rose my right hand and found a small mark on both sides of my hand. On the top of my hand was a pair demonic looking wings, or what could be seen as wings. It's my birth mark and sometimes people notice it and call me a monster or devil. Damn did this hurt. I closed my eyes and placed my knife away. I shook my head and took a deep breath. Memories of my childhood up to now circulated through my mind. I've suffered from four separate reincarnations and this one is no different. I pulled my shirt up and saw four scars on my stomach. They're faint but there. I remember when I was captured by a Chinese mob after my dad and kidnapped my sister. They took her and I went to find her and they captured me. Then I got my name as "Two Shanks" because I single-handedly fought my way to my sister through dozens of professional gangsters with two makeshift weapons. I think I only killed four or was it 14. I forget which.

"What was I doing again?" I thought on it for a moment before I shrugged. So far the smell of dead people and the blood is my only lead to find out what happened. Color me curious to see if the way I took was to the disaster waiting to happen instead of the city. It's in my nature to stir trouble or find it if it rears his ugly head.

The smell of decaying flesh is something I am use to after all the years with dealing with the dead. That was then and this is now and in times, like the demons of old, have long gone instinct, but the fact that the decaying flesh is moving is a little off. I can see signs of movement via on foot instead of dragging so how can a man smell dead and move at the same time I wonder. That sort of thing doesn't happen anymore I know that for damn sure, but I guess old powers die hard in certain times and certain places.

As I made my way up to the building I made sure to check my knife. I didn't understand just why I'm always fascinated by this kind of stuff. I don't even like to fight even with the Dad that I have. He's a hard ass and loves to beat the hell out of me in spars, whether personally or having his men do. I've been taught how to hurt people practical application and the scar on my forehead above my left eye is proof of this. This knife became a part of me. I've had it with me for years now, going on seven, and yet never really questioned where or how I got it. I think I woke up with it under my pillow one day for christmas. I bet dad got if for me after all I have big shoes to fill in the future. My biological father left a lot of work for me to do once I'm old enough. I got so much to do and still have finals soon. I shouldn't worry about stuff I can't fix for right now.

With that out of the way I continued on my walk to the building above. In no time I found myself at the gates of the school and saw a group of people at the gate. I was about to hide when I saw that most of them are teachers that I know, or at least seen once or twice, but stopped when I saw the man on the other side of the gate. One man with a bloody gash in his back so deep that I find it impossible to believe that he's alive at the moment. Not only did the cut not bleed, which with all the arteries cut and the lung split open, his skin was deathly pale as well. That man was dead and the teachers including that damn Teshima ahead behind the gate are about to walk up to it. A dead man is walking and banging its head on the bars of the school gate. What hell? The fuck is this Resident Evil? If that creature is what I think it is then they are about to make a very big mistake. I pray that I'm wrong and yet every fiber of my being is telling me to act. I'm seeing myself play this out. It's simple. Sneak up behind that thing, grab it's shoulder with my free hand, and then plunge my knife into its eyesocket or ear. Best I approach this with an open mind first. I'm just a kid and kids stabbing people in broad daylight is looked down upon.

I took a breath before I started my walk up to the gate not really in a hurry. It's strange. I knew exactly what my inactivity might cause but because of my distance from the gate I knew that as soon as I come into distance it will be too late. "AHHH!" And look at that ol' Teshima was bitten in the hand by the… Ghoul. Yes that is what they're called. Spawn of either diseases or that of a vampire like in that one anime. I think it was called Hellsing if memory serves. My sister likes that show for some reason but for the life of me I couldn't get into it. If these things are lurking around like in The Walking Dead does that mean that monsters actually exist, still? I should be freaking out but I don't feel the need to. I've seen real monsters with the faces of men. Guys that would eat children for breakfast and the innocent for dinner. This thing ain't nothing in comparison. Its a walking corpse that's retardedly reaching out to the screaming man. Poor Teshima clenched is hand and fell back with a bloody wound. Such a shame. He's a hard ass and a massive dick, but he had the best interest of his students in mind. Even me when he hunted me down to frisk me and fight me. He's not a decent guy but his uses and he's dead whether he knew it or not. It's a sad way to die but karma is a bitch and fate plays their hand on us all. His hand wasn't good enough carry on I guess. That's what you get for trying to hit on my mom, sister, and cheat on your girlfriend with Hayashi-sensei you fucking prick.

I slowly reached behind me dropping my book bag at the same time in a thud. The ghoul turned toward me and opened its mouth. "Shit," I cursed as it stared at me. I narrowed my eyeas at it and noticed its eyes are dark and rolled up in the back of its head. Jesus Christ an actual ghoul, zombie, undead. My otaku of a sister would be so jealous of me right now. I think last time we brought up undead she described them as "the undead are ones that walk in darkness. They're men and woman that died of sometimes the simplest of means only to come back as a soulless husk that eat until someone does it the favor of ending it," or something like that. If the quantum ton of Biohazard I've played on PlayStation means anything it's best I stab these guys in the dome piece.

I drew my knife to slash across the undead at the neck. Blood poured out its neck but not much. It's heart isn't beating so of course it wouldn't bleed like a human. I felt nothing when I did this and even less when I switched to reverse grip and stabbed my knife into its eye. The ghoul groaned in such a creepy manner it made me shiver in disgust. It nearly went limp and nearly fell on top of me, but I rose my foot up and spartan kicked the ghoul in the chest away into the gate. "Trash," I growled before swiping down my knife to get some of the blood off.

'Finally.' I heard that voice in my head again, but I ignored it.

I walked around the now dead body to the gate but first wiped my knife off on the dead man's clothing. "Suck it sis, I got the first kill," I chuckled a bit and placed my knife back in its sheath under my blazer. After the Two Shanks incident some other guy tried to kidnap my sister again to get back at Dad, but a shotgun blast to the chest changed that.

I remembered another show that had zombies in it as well. Like in some lab in Italy a parasite was manufactured and released in a freak accident. While it's just a show I feel this might be a possibility. This parasite spread and the living became like the dead and the only way to kill one one is by way of decapitation or damage to the brain.

I noticed Teshima-sensei from before who was bitten fell to the ground in shock. With how he's flapping about like a fish on land he's done. He will die because of the bite same with the men and woman around him attempting to stop the bleeding. I may not have like the guy but I still respected where he came from most of the time. He was always hunting me down, grabbing me by the collar, and dragging me back to class all the time when I skipped. Mainly gym class which happened to be his class. He'd always try to take me under his wing and to see him like this is a pity. He wasn't the best person but he was a good teacher and doesn't deserve this. The least I can do is ensure his passing.

I walked back to my book bag to pick it up before I grabbed onto the iron gate and hoisted myself up and over to the opposite side. It's like I usually do whenever I'm late for school like I am now. Teshima stopped moving and the smell of decay surrounded the man. I placed my bag down, which was heavy today with my extra books and stuff in it, next to the gate.

I drew my attention to the only woman teacher I've seen every now and again. I believe she's in charge of this one club. Something like pong or whatever. I've never talked to her but I have noticed how beautiful she is and I felt my eyes glued on her whenever I saw her walk by. My eyes and every other hot blooded male in the school who wasn't gay. I may not have been able to help Teshima-sensei but I can save her from doing something foolish. But wow isn't she pretty. She has long reddish-brown hair wrapped together into a loose ponytail with long strands falling down the front of each ear. Her eyes are a light brown with a pair of oval shaped glasses over them with a skinny grey frame. I don't really have a thing for glasses but for her I'll make an exception. She was in her late twenties at the most I think with a full figure and slightly tanned skin maybe from her days playing tennis. I saw her once or twice outside the gym going up against some of the students and dominating them. It's a wonder why she's not a coach of the tennis team. From what I could see she wore a yellow tight under shirt with a white collared dress shirt over it. Her cleavage was out for all to see as well. I guess if you got it show it right? I can't complain. She wore a black skirt the hugged her form well even though it fell to her lower thighs and like many women I have seen wear those heeled shoes from some odd reason. Red nail polish and lip stick with faint eyeliner as well was used to make her look prettier I guess. I must admit that in terms of total appeal I'd give her an eight in a half.

"Teshima are you oh ahhh!" I pulled her out of the arm's length of the undead one that was named Teshima and stepped back with her shoulder in hand.

"Hey," she spun around with a furious look in her eye that turned wide when she checked me out. "Wait," Her eyes regarded me with confusion as they started check me out from top to bottom. "Aren't you that one troublemaker?" That can be almost anyone if you ask me, but I just nodded.

"Sensei you have to stay back." I pulled her back away forcefully.

"What are you talking about? Let me go he needs help!" She tried to pull her shoulder out of my grip but my grip was solid.

"No," I roared and yanked her back away.

She didn't understand. Hell, I don't even understand. I mean one minute I was running to get to class on time even though I was late and the next I'm seeing memories and feeling things I never felt before. None of this makes any sense but I can only rely on my instinct like I've always have.

"I'm trying to protect you sensei. Teshima-sensei is no longer among the living," I put bluntly with my finger pointed to the man. The woman looked at me like I was crazy, like I was talking a bunch of nonsense. Her hand came up and she tried to pry my fingers off her. "What the heck are you talking about? We need to…"

"AHHH!"

The woman looped around to the sound of the scream with wide eyes full of horror at the scene. "T-Teshima!" The undead bit into the other man's neck when he leaned down to take the ghoul's hand. The ghoul dragged the man down and the cycle began again as blood poured past the man's hands.

"Oh my god!" The other man yelled attracting the first one of 'them' towards him. I cringed as the blood shot out and hit my uniform.

"Ahh! No! NOoo!" The first grabbed the man's shoulder and the second had his ankle in a death grip. His life was sealed as his leg and arm was bite into. "Ahh!" The man looked over to the horrified woman and reached out for her.

"Ms. Hayashi help me!" Hayashi-sensei was frozen in place in a state of mental shock unable to move to save her own life. Even I couldn't move from this grotesque sight that I'm witnessing right now. By the gods what the hell is going on here?

"Help, help meee ahhh!" Teshima bite into the man's throat and the light left his eyes signifying that he is now dead. The woman stepped back and did the first thing that came to mind I suppose at a time like this. She screamed loudly. The three undead rose up attracted by the noise and lurked toward her. The woman stepped back in fear, "Teshima… why?" The woman backed away as they came upon her. "Noooo!" Her arm was roughly grabbed by the Teshima one but that was as far as it got. I broke out of my trance just in the nick of time and jumped into the conflict.

"Let her go!" I roar and elbowed down on the undead Teshma's hand and broke his fingers. I grabbed his wrist and threw the ghoul up over my shoulder into the ground expertly. I don't remember ever doing any marital training… wait, I do indeed remember. Dad's bullshit spars.

"W-what are you doing," Hayashi-sensei yelled at me.

"You need to stay back away from it," I responded frantically. I know normal people couldn't handle something like this. In reality something like this is impossible but in this world where monsters roam the land nothing is impossible.

"Ahh!" I looked down and saw her ankle in the hands of one of them and she winced from the monstrous grip. I have to break its grip and help her. I pulled her back and rose my foot and kicked the ghoul in the face before it could take a bite. Like in most zombie movies and games I've played it's the bite that kills you. It infects you, shuts down your system, and keeps only a certain portion of your brain active: the one that allows movement, sight, and hearing. I can't let this have another victim.

'It doesn't matter,' I heard in my head again. I still don't recognize the voice. 'Once it starts you can't stop it. Kill as many as you can. Cut off the head or destroy the brain.' I rubbed my head and shook it furiously to break whatever was holding me but I felt something shifting within me. It felt cold and empty. It felt wrong.

"Get back!" I rose my foot and stomped the ghoul in the face once and once more but still didn't let her go. I rose my foot and stomped its hand and I heard something break. It wasn't easy like it shows in the movies. You need so serious force to break a bone or joint. "As I said he and the others are no longer among the living." The ghoul came back at me. I reached back for my knife and slashed his hands cutting off the fingers of his left hand and gripped his right wrist. I don't know what the hell is doing anymore. My body is just doing now like automatically. I pushed the larger bodice back and twisted its wrist until it snapped. I forced its arm around and it tripped forward a little. I rose my knife up stabbed down into its shoulder missing the head. Damn it now isn't the time to be making these sorts of mistakes. I glanced back and noticed Hayashi-sensei standing behind me in a small state of shock.

"Step back," I ordered to knock her out of her stupor. She stepped back and nearly tripped on her feet. I kicked the ghoul in the knees forcing it back thus separating myself from it. "They're not alive anymore." I said again but with a little force. "If they bite you or get any other their blood in you its over."

"T-that's impossible." God knows I wish that was the case. I wish the undead wouldn't walk like they're doing now, but we're not that lucky. I pulled Hayashi-sensei back away from the three of them. "Te-Teshima." I walked up to the undead as it reached out for her with a hand without fingers.

"Stay back please," I put in hand on her shoulder and walked past her. I held up my knife to finish this off.

"W-what, what are you going to do?" I stepped in front of Teshima and sighed.

"What I have to." With that I stabbed down into the head of the ghoul until it went still. Later you son of a bitch. Thanks for everything.

Hayashi-sensei who watched the entire time and fell to her knees. I sheath my knife and walked to the woman crying but not sobbing. I felt a sudden sense of contempt as I turned away from the woman. I've never seen myself as heartless but for some reason a thought crossed my mind. A thought of leaving her to her devices whatever they may be. I didn't feel guilty for these thoughts. Instead I felt like getting too involved with other people wouldn't be a good idea. I should just finish off the last of the ghouls and then possibly her after all she's a witness to what she might believe is murder. I shook my head of these thoughts. The hell is wrong with me? I can't do that to her. I would never abandon someone like that without good reason. I have already but still to see the ghouls here is strange.

I could hear a strange noise coming from the building up ahead and made my way toward it. I felt something on me. A pressure that wasn't there to begin with. I looked back and found that the woman clenched the fabric of my pants the moment I tried to walk away. I looked back to her but she just looked blankly down to the ground. I sighed when I realized I was going to have a lost puppy on my hands despite what I really want to deal with right now. Maybe I should have let her get bitten and killed the ghoul she would have become. To be honest that would have been a waste of female flesh though. I mean that would have been horrible.

Suddenly I felt a presence in the back of my head pushing against the fold. A part of me was telling me not to fight this. Just to let it happen. It felt sort of weird… but also very relieving. I felt cold and then… nothingness.

Contact

It feels good to have my rational mind take precedence over that other side of me. I somehow entered my contact phase but I know this won't last. I had to manipulate the hate for that man and take advantage of the dark thoughts in his mind to make him go that far and that was straining. I've noticed that this woman is of mating age and her appearance isn't lacking in any department that I can see. Now what to do with her. She seems useless, not much of a fighter, and in a state of shock. Every fiber of my being is telling me to save her and leave her in equal measures. I suppose having a woman like this around might be beneficial to a point. I continued to walk away from scene of the crime some would say toward the school. With my hearing I could tell that a couple of the people in the school are either screaming or began to change into the ghoul. It was much too late to stop this now I knew that. The ghoul I killed outside the gate came from outside the gate meaning it came from the city below.

Mom and dad might be in trouble then, but I can't charge into the city like Rambo or something. My dad's a badass whose part of the mafia here in the city and my mom pretty nimble herself as a professional assassin so I'm not that worried. My little sister though… she was always the softest in the family with her head in the clouds. I have to find her and make sure she's okay. This all goes back to how I'm going to get down there. Who knows how many ghouls roam the streets right now. If one could find its way here then that just means that the ghoul have taken the city by surprise and control at least a third of it by now.

I walk past the parking lot with the buses in it for the school. One of those might do in getting me out of here and mowing down any ghoul in my way. Luckily my dad taught me how to drive stick right after teaching me to use a wakizaki and Japanese Katana together. I just need the keys but where do they keep the key is the question. Maybe the faculty room is my best bet. Thankfully I've roamed this place like the delinquent I am, so I know my way around. I made my way up a couple stairs into the building. I noticed a couple more of the ghouls in the hall but only a few of them at most. If memory serves the ghoul hunt via sound and touch meaning the best place to find right now is a room that doesn't project sound. Another problem is the woman I've instinctively grabbed by the hand and dragged along with me. I couldn't leave her there to be eaten now could I? Well I could have but even though my dad taught me to be a very self-perseverant individual he also taught me the easiest damsel is the distressed one. I helped her up to her feet and made sure she could support herself before facing the remaining ghouls. I drew my knife again encase they get a little too close. It won't be difficult to kill them again. Just a stab into the brain or spine and it's over.

I stepped up to the first and swayed left of its attempt to grab me. I kicked it's knee out causing it to topple down. I stomped down on its back and stabbed down into its head. I reversed around with a kick connecting with the other that was behind me at its ankle. It toppled as well next to me. I pressed my hand down on its head and aimed my knife down and stabbed down into its skull. All threats eliminated.

"Hayashi-sensei?" I called over to the woman, but she did respond. I cupped her chin with my hands and pulled her eyes up to my face forcing them widen from shock.

"Y-yes," she stuttered and normally I would find a mature woman like this doing something as childish as stuttering amusing but seeing the ghoul again left a very bad taste in my mouth.

"Do you know a room that doesn't project silence to the outside?" The woman blinked a couple times as I waited for some sort of answer. I waited maybe two minutes before I opened my mouth to demand an answer.

"The Faculty room," she quickly cut me off before I could utter a word. "The Faculty room is sound proof." For whatever would they have their teacher room sound proof? It makes more sense if it was the room for the band or instrumental arts club, but not for a couple adults. Keeping my opinions to myself though I waved for her to lead the way with a firm

"Well we best make our way there then," I announced. The teacher shrunk under my voice and gaze. I waited again as some of the ghouls heard us and started to lurk towards us with their hands up in a grabbing fashion. The woman turned her eyes towards the ghoul and opened her mouth to scream. I grasped her mouth with my hand to muffle that noise the best I could, but the ghoul still heard her. I sighed and rose my hand up to grasp the ghoul's head. It brainlessly attempted to grab my torso even with my hand keeping him stuck in place. I positioned my hand to put a bit of a twist into it with a sharp turn a crackling noise filled the quiet hall. The ghoul groaned for a second longer before falling down to the ground dead and for good this time.

"How can you do this?"

"The best way to kill these things is to inflict severe life threatening damage to the head or spine at the back of the neck. The dead feel no pain so anything short of this will not stop them but," I rose a finger and pointed to the other ghoul that was lurking towards us. "They are blind and no longer have human intelligence which you can easily use to your advantage."

"That's not what I meant." Of course it isn't but she doesn't need to know what she doesn't need to know about. "You hurt them, hit them, and even… s-stab them all with little care. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised of this from you." My teacher scoffed from disgust. "You as bad as that man." I stopped and glanced back to the woman. She met my gaze fiercely. She bad mouthed me and even my adopted father. I'm guessing she hasn't heard the rumors of what happens when someone bad mouths my family. On a normal day if someone decided to talk down upon my sister I'd bash their head in. If they talked ill of mom I'd let her handle it. IF they had the gull to dismiss my dad… I'd end their current existence and take their soul. I looked away and noticed smirk on her lips in the corner of my eye just as I turned. I smiled when I thought of a good way to break the mind of an intellectual like her.

"Hit them with a touch of reality," I repeated my dad's words. I didn't hear a response from my teacher, but I know I've confused her just a moment ago.

I walked up to the next ghoul that made a grab after me as well. I moved and kicked the ghoul straight in the leg forcing the barely walking undead to fall straight to its stomach. I stepped over and planted my knee into the ghoul's back. The ghoul groaned but remained still with its arms flapping around like a fish out of water. I decided start my own lesson but with an addition of some practical application. "For the most part its harmless until you get close to the teeth but who is that stupid? Human anatomy barely comes into play here, but physics is different. It's like a game of balance and stance. Once they lose balance they fall and once pinned they don't know how to stand. It makes them an easier target to dispose of and once you have an angle on them." I looked up and noticed her with her arms crossed and I smiled. My smiles are infamous in this school and I noticed by her wince she knows this.

Time to move to practical application.

I reached for my knife and snagged the woman's hands. She yelped as I pushed the knife into her hands and brought her down onto her knees. I replaced my knee with hers and stood up from my spot. The ghoul struggled under the new but lighter and unexperienced weight it had and was beginning the flip over. The woman cried again and looked to me, but I stepped back with a shake of the head. "I won't save you from the ghoul this time. If you want to die then let it bite you and die. If you wish to live use what's in your hand and finish it… teacher." The woman began to panic as the ghoul was beginning to get a foot hold. On instinct she applied more pressure to the inhuman thing and kept it pinned.

"I-I can't…This is a student!" My teacher cried.

I shook my head this time in disappointment. "Well that 'student' wants you dead and once you turn there's no going back. It's time to become just like me and my dad teacher. Survivors unless you wanna die. I'll wait." I leaned on a wall with my arms crossed over my chest looking over the frantic teacher before me like a crow.

"But how can you…" The woman kneed the back of the ghoul again and deeper. It groaned like it was in pain and she lessened the pressure. "Oh, god I'm sorry," she begged the thing but once she let off too much pressure it took the foot hold it hand and flipped her off. She rolled around onto her stomach and the knife I gave her slid to the side. The ghoul slowly began to pick itself up and the woman crawled back a little. "P-please don't do this! You have a choice," she tried to reason with it and honestly I found this more amusing then her stuttering. If the died that would be a waste of good flesh but it would be of her own violation. The woman scrambled for something to use then saw my knife. She took it in hand and held it up with her finger along the blade but gripped strong enough to keep it level. Was she planning to slash it? I told her that wouldn't work but some have to learn by experience.

Change of POV

I was brandishing a knife at one of my students. I, a teacher here at Fumiji High School, was showing one of my students a knife and I was the one holding it between the two of us. I felt sick to my stomach and disgusted with myself for having done this. I felt even more for the man that watched and he was the one to place me into this predicament. He unfairly assaulted a student and killed him without remorse then started spewing nonsense about something called a ghoul. I have seen my fair share of zombie fic and read my share of stories but they have been just that, stories and fics. It couldn't possibly be real.

This troublemaker was crazy and this student was confused. That's what I told myself and if I placed the knife down the student would back off. Then I looked into those nonexistent eyes he had. Dull grey eyes forced up to the back of his skull but still a bit was noticeable despite that and what I was wasn't a student. This thing bared its teeth at me like-like a lurker from a zombie movie or something it stumble about profusely like it had not sense of balance or it couldn't comprehend something as simple as that. The student had its hands up aim straight for me and I backed away.

"P-please don't do this! You have a choice," I couldn't finish the rest because it was getting closer to me. It ignored every word and still in that gangly and creepy fashion it lurked towards me. This student quickly reminded me of the man that was out front by the gate. He was so absent of sense and direction. Repeatedly he banged his head against the gate like some sort of mental hatter and even after being grabbed and roughly slammed into the gate like he was the man didn't even make a grunt or wince. It grabbed Teshima and bite open his hand. Unlike like the blonde ditz the school has for a doctor

I, myself wasn't all that knowledgeable on how the human body works but the way Teshima bled out in just moments was strange. It shouldn't have worked out that way and yet it did. Now that I'm thinking about it she remembered how his skin turned a pale grey and how his eyes rolled to the top of his skull. I have seen the eyes of a dead man before and Teshima's eyes where just as lifeless. I ignored it because such a thing was impossible and reached out for my sort of boyfriend then he tried to grab me. Like in a horror movie from America I watched as my fellow teachers were bitten and kill but the d-dead Teshima and yet I still couldn't believe it or that he saved me. This kid, if memory serves is the one that disrespects everyone and skips class all the time like a delinquent but scores high enough to rank up with the top ten percent. He's the son of that one criminal so this explains why he can kill people like its nothing. He's a heartless beast like this father.

I knew something was weird about him. He sometimes comes out of nowhere brandishing spoke form of illegal weapon somewhere in his person. I know an arsenal of weapons have been confiscated off of him, ones that we keep in the Faculty office. This knife is one I've taken off of him and yet he still has it. How? How did this delinquent of a student get it back? How can be bring so many weapons to our school and not be expelled. His boy, this Lone Wolf, has always gotten under my skin and the control he shows against us adults

He was taller than that most other students, obviously because of his African descent. He's as tall as I am and everything he does makes no sense. Nothing made sense anymore from Teshima killing people and this student arriving and telling me these insane words. Then he tried yet again to tell me that Teshima wasn't alive but that was impossible. I believed there was a way to save him but then this bastard killed him. I was angry, confused and horrified as this student explained everything to me and took me away gently. Then I saw another one of the dead as he said but like I said it was impossible, and then he looked at me. I could see it in his eyes. They said "this lady is in denial and needs a wakeup call," and because of this I now find myself in this situation. A student was trying to kill and take a bite out of me like a zombie and he wants me to finish it off. I failed to do so when I had it pinned underneath me. He's trying to get me to kill a student. To teach me how to kill them and but I fully believed it was human still. This boy that was no older than than him being a first year and maybe one of the few I've tutors. How can this boy easily killed and attempt to teach me, even go as far as show me, how to kill when I didn't wish to?

"You need to aim for the head," his advice rang through my skull a thousand times. The thing on top of me bite at me with rancid and disgusting breath, scratched at my clothing and ripped my top at the shoulder, and even hit me with its flailing knees. I struggled but no matter what I did it didn't budge. I smacked it outside the face but that didn't even register. I closed her eyes from the student and when she opened them again I saw death lifeless eyes looking back at me. This thing wasn't alive anymore. It was trying to kill me and if I don't do something I will die. I didn't wish to die. I still have so much more to do. My grip on the knife tightened and on some sort of primal instinct I lifted it up blindly. I cringed as I felt it lodge into something. I expected to hear it scream in pain. I expected to feel it's struggling weak. I expected so much but nothing came out of it. I stabbed the student in the neck. Even then it didn't stop to try an kill me.

It wasn't alive anymore and it wanted to kill me.

I came to this realization quickly but still I wasn't sure. I looked over to the delinquent that leaned on a poster of the basketball team and he nodded his head like he knew exactly what was going through my head. His eyes said everything. They said 'act now or die'. They said that 'my life was in my hands' and I wanted to keep it that way. His eyes as dark as night sucked me into a void so cold and inhuman that I couldn't see reason any longer. I grabbed the neck of the student then everything went black.

Normal POV

The light of reality left her eyes and I smiled. Good that means what happens next will break this woman's mind in every way possible. The look is reminiscent to when animal with fangs or teeth get when backed into a corner. The primal sensations you get when placed in a life or death situation. True euphoria some might call it, myself included, and its even better to watch someone 'civilized' lose all that made them a citizen to begin with and embrace the madness that is the blood lust.

The teacher's eyes turned almost as dark as my own once she looked upon me, no surprise there. I have been call madness personified many times and those that look that darkness have very few choices that the 'civil' mind can take. Once that darkness takes hold there is only one possible choice left open for her. To embrace it and become one with the darkness. That adaptation is the most pleasurable thing a guy like me to see. To watch a 'civilized' and outstanding man or woman lose themselves to the blood lust and strike out like a trapped fox in a hole. Claws to the neck to keep the prey at bay while the fang comes around to finish off the threat.

The woman did this quickly but in a sloppy way. She didn't stop stabbing it. She killed it the third time but when it stopped moving she roared like a frenzied beast and persisted to stab it repeatedly again and again. Blood splattered everywhere as she screamed to nearing breaking the glass around us. I was just the spectator for once. It was amazing to see this as blood just layered the woman. Her nice clean clothing was now stained with the blood of her first kill. Marvelous. Dad was right. This is fun to do.

I walked up behind as her arm lost all its energy. Finally it fell down to the side and she let the knife fall from her hands. I kneeled down behind and to take her into my arms. The woman's breath hitched as I did this but she made no move to force me away. I rubbed her sore arm with my Magic fingers. Every time my mom asks for a back and shoulder massage she always tells me that I have magic fingers they could work a girl over in seconds. It took me years to figure out what she was talking about. I massaged the marks in her skin until they faded away and checked her for bite marks. That ghoul got close. I wasn't going to step in because I left it to her, but I'm grateful she's still breathing.

I noticed how quiet she is now that she killed that ghoul. The first kill is hard on everyone, especially adults that lived the most "normal" life possible. "It wasn't alive but you are now because you acted," I whispered into her ear. The teacher remained frozen in place still. "You did what you had to in order to survive. You did well but that is only the beginning. This was the smoke to the coming wild fire and if you wish to keep on moving you need to understand that only the living can be there next to you. Like me," the woman's breath hitched again and her body shivered. "I won't try to kill or eat you like these things, I promise you this so calm down okay?" The woman took a moment to digest my words. Her hands came up and grasp the fabric of my blazer then let her head down. I felt the seed finally take root.

"Stand up." I stood to my feet with the knife in hand taking my arms back from the woman's embrace. "There is no time to think this out rationally, but there's time to act." My words got through to her and in moment she crawled up to her feet. I nodded and took her shoulder in hand. "Is the room that is sound proof in this building?"

"Y-yes." The woman turned back to me so show me her blood covered face and glasses. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her face clean. Her eyes still had the emptiness like she was in shock. Her body was now working without response from the brain. I snapped my fingers in front of her eyes and to bring her back to reality. "You can go into shock once we secure a room do you understand me?" The woman didn't answer. 'Maybe she didn't hear me,' I thought to myself but suddenly and nodded her head. The light in her eyes returned surprisingly and her grip on my hand tightened. I didn't even notice her take my hand but I felt the pressure their regardless.

"Let's go to the room then," the woman said in a whisper and led me away to the stairs.

A voice came on overhead telling the residents of the school to stay calm in their classrooms but the man was then attacked by the undead. The sound of his screams, of teeth ripping through flesh, and a man drowning on his own blood resounded in the area. I felt the pressure on my hand increase as the overhead voice came to an end. Suddenly student and faculty were all scrambling in a massive panic but myself I walked around each and every one that got in our way taking the lead to help us maneuver. Dodging and evading the many girls and boys was simple with a smack here and a slap there. A couple people began to notice me as I walked through the hall with the teacher behind me listening to her small whispers of directions here or there. Most of them sped past me. Soon we found our way up the rest of the stairs to the last floor walking through an almost empty hall way. I noticed a couple students behind me. By the looks of it two girls and one boy decided to follow me as I traveled up to the top floor. The undead already were on this floor but the noisy students down stairs drew most of their attention. One came at me from the side but it found a knife to the neck until it reached the back of it's spine. Like a puppet with its strings cut off, the undead fell to the ground.

"Watch your step." I kicked in its leg forcing it down to its knees. I grabbed its head, twisted with a quick flick, and snapped its neck . The ghoul fell over like the last one, dead for good. I heard a scream behind me and looked back. The boy that followed me was grabbed by one of the undead and bitten in the arm. I saw the sign over a room that read faculty at the top so I assumed it was the room for the teachers and pointed to it unless some bastard switched the signs again. Inside are a couple of my special knives and weapons that were "confiscated" from me.

I felt a smirk curse my lips as I remember the time when they still tried to expel me and when my dad came to try and step in. I told him to let me handle it and used my magic to find some information on key personal and bewitched them to seeing the "light" of the matter. I'm still top of my class and they store my own personal Arsenal here. My dad was so proud of me he bought me a samurai sword which was awesome of him. More people would think since being a black kid with a father in the Japanese Mafia that I'd be alienated by my parents but they raised me like their own. They instilled in me these words "if they are too weak to work for themselves then be too weak to care." I felt this meant that if they can't help you then don't help them but a woman like this can help me. I promise dad she can. She's hot. I mean that ass and those tits are on point and she's younger than mom. With her looks she can be bait then I can come up from behind and stab the asshole that tries to rape her.

I looked around first before doing anything or breaching any doors COD style like I really wanted to and saw mostly students and teachers running around. I heard a scream in the room to my left but ignored it for the most part. "Wait," Hayashi-sensei took my sleeve in hand and looked towards the room. "Someone needs help."

"Not my problem." It's not my job to save the world anymore like I wanted to as a kid. I'm a normal student in a Japanese high school not a hunter. I don't need to save anyone if I don't want to. Then I noticed the way that the teacher looked at me and sighed. "Wait for me over there." I handed her my knife but she hesitated to take it. "You need to defend yourself because I won't always be there." I opened the palm of her hand and placed the long eight inched knife into her hands.

The woman gripped it tight, "okay," she gasped and stood ready with it in hand. I walked through the door over to the two girls. One was on the ground and that other girl was fighting off one of the undead to protect, if I am hearing this right, her sister. It bite out her neck and the other girl was none the wiser of her sister's state. I walked up to the undead, grabbed its head, and twisted it sharply from one side to the next. It went limp on the girl which she noticed quickly and pushed it off. Her neck was gushing blood and already she was weak at the knees. She fell down to the wall under the window and coughed and wheezed. I leaned over and put pressure on her neck. There's no saving her. This isn't my first time seeing this much blood. I'm supposed to join the group when I'm finish with college so my dad has let me watch as his boys' reeducation a man with payment problems. I've seen much worse, but I know a mortal wound when I see one.

The light brown haired dirty blonde girl coughed and again and looked back up to me with remarkably strong eyes for a girl seconds from dying. She coughed again and looked down to her sister then back to me. "P-Please…K-keep her…Safe."

I looked back to the girl and nodded. "I will," I said to the dying girl just to give her some peace as mine at least. She smiled gratefully then her eyes closed. The light in her body faded away.

I sighed, 'another life lost before its time.' I rose my right hand up to the girl and twisted her neck until it snapped. She didn't deserve to become one of those undead. I turned back to the still alive girl and picked her up in bridal carry. I walked at the room and returned to Ms. Hayashi.

"Is she okay," the teacher asked and I nodded. Slowly we made my way to the faculty room door and used my foot to push it open. I laid the young girl down at a desk and removed her sweater to use it as a pillow. I'm not that much of a gentleman to use my clothing to make girls feel comfortable. I have to look after me first and others second. First things first before I leave to gauge just how bad things are getting I need to arm myself. If memory serves at least five of my knives, those twin Assassin's Creed blades dad's friend fashioned for me, and one sword, but it happens to be a wakizaki not a katana, are hidden away in a cache of mine here in school. The three of my knives are a bit short being throwing knives though regardless all these knives will be useful if they are still here. I walked to the locker in the corner where the confiscated stuff is. This is the perfect place to put my cache because no one checked the locker or thought twice if there were any additions to it. I checked yesterday and everything was in here but in a situation like this anything can happen in the matter of the split of a second.

I reached for the locker and forced the handle down then up and pulled it open. It was unlocked which means someone might have raided this locker. I opened and sighed. My sword is here but I noticed only three of my knives. Everything is in jumbles and cluttered together so whoever came in here took something and fast without noticing my sword. My sword was given to me by my dad. It's a white chokutō with a one and half handed grip. Thank the gods for small fortunes. I reached for my pair of vambrace and slipped them on over my arms. I've played a lot of Assassin's Creed and lucky for me one of my dad's coworkers does as well and made this beauty. The legendary Hidden Blade. Most like to be traditional and stick to guns and knives but this thing is so awesome I couldn't help but request it last Christmas. With all the money I have I could afford losing ten hundred thousand yen or so. I had to use my magic on a certain corporate authority figure in this town to hypnotize him into sending me a healthy sum of money every month for the next two years starting about a year and a half ago. He does this or someone close to him might find out something very scandalous and end his entire career. Some days I'm proud my dad's a criminal and taught me his own form of "Magic". It's useful.

I reached down for my hook knife, black and shaped in a crescent, and two of my throwing knives. Ah man those assholes took my combat knife, my bayonet, and my k-bar. Sons of bitches, man I bought those online not even two months ago. One was an Alexander Anderson bayonet for my sister for her birthday. "Damn," I groaned. "Sis is gonna be pissed."

I reached for my sword and checked it over with a nice tug. It made the anime like shing noise as I pulled it out the sheath and looked over the blade. Still oiled and not even a chip. I was a little more of a medieval fan so I attached a strap to the sheath which felt comfortable on my chest. The sword to the back thing is a little cliché but I love stupid anime clichés as times.

I grabbed my jacket inside the locker as well with a hood in it. My things were wrapped in this and it was at the bottom of the locker under a PFP for some reason. No matter, I held it up and threw it on. It's better to have some form of cloth on my skin instead of going in naked like an idiot. I left it unzipped but switched my sword from coming out of my shoulder to my hip instead. God, now I feel a bit gay doing it this way like from some sort of anime. I suppose it shouldn't matter but man does this feel awkward.

I knelt down in front of the girl I saved and rubbed her forehead. It seems that she fainted from the shock and I'm not eager to tell her the bad news. For right now she'll be alright and her sister won't be coming back so the worst possible scenario has been evaded.

"Are you going to be fine on your own?" I questioned to the teacher behind me. The answer is no but a grown woman would never say that to a guy like me. Ms. Hayashi blinked as I wiped the tears from her eyes with a rag I found inside her desk. "I am going out to check out the area. As long as you stay quiet the undead will ignore you. Do you understand?" I looked back the girl. "If she wakes up please help her calm down." Kyoko bit her lip and rose her hand with a finger out. Her finger pushed her glasses back down and she focused her eyes on me.

"O-of course I will be okay." She answered the right question a little too late and by the glossy window licking look in her eyes she's already lost it to a point that if I would have left her she would have followed the three me up front as well. I didn't challenge her on her state of being for she is a grown woman that need a moment alone in a familiar place to cope with what just happened. I am a stranger that is probably a murderer in her eyes for ending the existence of that one man not that I mind. I didn't really care or feel any sort of guilt for someone else's sorrow. I stood up to my feet with a nod.

"Very well. I will return in a little while Miss Hayashi please look after her," I pointed to the unconscious platinum haired girl next to us. I leaned over to her ear, "remember to stay quiet." I turned away from the woman and left lightly closing the door behind me.

A/N: I've been wracking my head for months on how to write a fic for HotD. I read a bunch of them and so many crossovers to come up with something that wouldn't be overdone. I failed but didn't turn to that dimensional rift and coming from a different world stuff. Reincarnation is much cleaner. There won't be magic or supernatual threats in this story like I do for my other ones. Everything is either dead or alive and nothing between as far as I'm seeing this go. Welp hopefully this doesn't crash and burn.

Thanks for reading and send me a review of your thoughts. Whether or not I continue this or not is up to you.