And here it is! First chapter of the redone story. I took a totally different approach then the first chapter of the original story. Please note that Rein's silly character will still remain, but there will be gore and serious moments, such as this chapter.
This first chapter is mostly in Ven's perspective.
As for the plans for the OCs, Ryou, Zion, Myoko, and Shun will be returning to the story. As for the other characters such as Ciel, Ayumi and Michael, I have not heard from their owners. Since it has been a week since I put up the notice, I will be opening an SYOC and accepting three characters to take their place. I'll be doing the SYOC differently this time. My profile is too chalk-full of shit to put the form on there, so if you're interested to submit your OC, PM me for the form and submit your OC by PM ONLY. No review submissions. I will be accepting two female characters and one boy. Keep in mind that there will be character death, so do not be upset if your character dies. You have been warned ahead of time.
There will also be added minor characters of my creation along the way.
Rather then put up a new chapter everyday like last time, every Wednesday, I will put up a new chapter.
Keep in mind that art of Rein and Ven can be found on my DA (DeviantART), and my username is XxXxSilverXxXx. Along the way, I may do art for this story as well, such as for the pairings, and then a final ending picture when it is completed.
Unlike last time, there will be a sequel to this story as well.
Oh, also, please note that no characters from the original High School of the Dead series will be in this story. This story is all OCs.
Well, that's all I have to say for the announcements. For those submitting OCs, good luck! And I hope you all enjoy the chapter~!
P.s.: I have already been getting a lot of this. Please PM me FOR my form. Do not make your own, or use another form from another story and just send in your OC like that. It must be MY form used. If you use another person's form or make up your own, your OC WILL be rejected.
Saturday.
It was supposed to be one of the best days of the week. A good amount of people didn't work, and it was the first day of the weekend that school was out.
But... somehow, something about this morning felt off. Very off. And the moment the pinkette's eyes fluttered open for the first time that morning, she somehow knew that something was going to go wrong that day.
And when the girl had a gut feeling about something, she was almost always right.
With that thought in mind, the young girl stirred within the warm comfort of her bed. Blinking slowly, by instinct, she tried to move her arm to stretch, but found she was bound in a pair of warm, feminine arms.
Her infamous blank look etched onto her face as she peered up at the sleeping face of her best friend, snuggled close to her body underneath the thick quilts.
Ah, that's right. A small, fond smile quirked upwards on her pink lips. She was so sleepy at the time that she almost had a hard time recalling.
At the peek of midnight, when Rein had a tendency of making her appearance, Rein barged on into her room, having apparently sneaked into her mansion as usual.
"Venny~! I'm sleeping with you tonight~!" She had squealed moments before pouncing onto her bed and snuggling into her sleepy form, just barely awake from the sound of her familiar voice and shout.
It was such a common occurrence that Ven didn't think twice about it and drifted back to sleep almost instantly.
As she gave Rein's sleepy face, the only time you could ever see her with a relaxed, calm expression, Ven slowly shut her eyes again and cuddled up to her warm form more. It was still early, anyway. How could she even think of waking Rein up- when she spent days out in the streets scavenging for money and fighting off gangs and all sorts of illnesses that ailed her body? She needed rest more than anyone.
Remembering that she had a fever just days before, Ven managed to shake one of her arms loose from the girl's hold and lightly placed the back of her hand against her forehead, gently brushing her bangs away.
No fever. Ven couldn't help but smile in relief at that.
Almost forgetting about her earlier sense of foreboding, Ven slowly squirmed free, and was thankful to see Rein only shift and give a small moan in her sleep as she curled up into the spot where Ven laid just a moment ago- as if to make up for the absence of warmth.
Giving her hair a quick stroke, earning a tiny, and somewhat quiet purr from the dark-haired girl, Ven swung her legs over the side of the master-sized bed and rose to her feet. While she was awake, the pinkette figured she may as well make a nice, big breakfast for Rein before she got up. It was good that she had a head start.
If she made breakfast while Rein was awake, she'd just eat everything as she was making it. This way, she'd gave a good amount of time to prepare everything before she devoured it.
And thus, the pinkette traveled down the long hall of her mansion, down the large set of staircases, and then into the just as large kitchen.
Grabbing everything she knew she'd need: Pots, pans, spatulas, bowls, and an assortment of other things, she then grabbed the food based items. Eggs, pancake batter, all the such. Funny how once-upon-a-time, Ven barely knew how to cook. Her butler, Aldrick, cooked everything for her as a child.
And then Rein came into her life like some reckoning force that changed everything. Ven almost had the sense that she wanted to take care of the girl, knowing her living conditions and how easily she got sick from malnutrition. So Ven picked herself up and learned how to cook, tend to injuries, and even taught herself how to do basic sewing techniques in case Rein ripped her clothes. Which did happen a lot.
Smiling softly at how often Rein came to her with clothes dirtied by grime and blood, and how often she came whining to her at how hungry she was, the girl absentmindedly cracked three eggs into a bowl and began to mix it with a fork.
And then something hit her. That same sense of dread from this morning, and it made the girl pause and stop mixing the eggs.
Two things happened then: there was a crashing sound from upstairs, as well as the sound of hard, uneven footsteps from right outside the kitchen door. Ven slowly raised her eyebrow and turned to look over her shoulders.
The girl knew her parents were home today. But they normally weren't up this early on their day off. And then suddenly there was a moan. At first, the thought came to mind that her parents were maybe having sex. (Ven's mind was no longer very innocent at this point from years of hanging around Rein.) But then Ven remembered that they probably hadn't done such a thing in years.
Ven would almost say that they'd lost feelings for each other, and really just used each other for business reasons. So what could that have possibly been?
The pinkette tensed once more as the moan erupted through the air again, and the girl pressed her lips together. This one sounded more eerie than the last. With an unwavering hand, she reached over and grabbed one of the kitchen knives. Something really wasn't right.
There couldn't have been an intruder. Alarms were set all over the place. The voice definitely didn't sound like Rein. Nor her parents now that she thought about it.
After what felt like a year of waiting, the door, already slightly ajar, was pushed open with a crackling creak, followed by that same moan. Ven watched, violet eyes containing a somewhat alert look to her practically blank expression as a person stumbled in. No, not a person. More like something.
A figure walked in. Its skin was so pale and dulled that it was almost gray underneath the blood and gory like substances that matted its skin. The eyes on what looked like was once a person were lifeless, and its irises were so blurred out it almost looked blind with blood leaking from the eyes. Opening its mouth, revealing a bloody mouth and yellow teeth, it moaned again and stalked towards her with little coordination to its movements.
For a moment, the girl felt stunned. Unable to move. It was the most shock she felt towards anything in years. Then, as she came to a realization towards something, that shock doubled a little and the knife in her hand fell from her grasp.
It wasn't just a thing. It was Aldrick - so bloody and dismantled from head to toe that Ven, as perceptive as she was, didn't even recognize him.
"Aldrick...?" She whispered, and almost like it heard her, he suddenly moaned again and its staggering pace quickened ever-so-slightly.
Well, she was right about something going wrong today.
Completely abandoning her knife, as she realized she could quickly out run him, Ven did the first thing that came to mind: find Rein. And so, Ven sprinted around the kitchen, avoiding Aldrick as she raced up the stairs, and back down the long hallway towards where her room was.
"Rein!" She called, her soft voice betraying her sense of urgency as she ran into her room. Calling out her name again, she shook her shoulder, earning a sleepy moan and another, more prominent stir from the girl.
"Wha...?" She mumbled, blinking to life as she looked up at her best friend. Normally Rein would have just shut her eyes again, whining about wanting to go back to sleep, but the connection the two shared kicked in.
That spark of panic in the girl's normally calm, sweet eyes set something amiss in the red-eyed girl. Sitting up, she raised her eyebrow, her own pink lips quirking into a frown.
"What's wrong?" She asked, her voice hard.
Before she could answer, Ven stopped and turned towards her bedroom door, hearing Aldrick's moan in the distance. The pinkette found herself spluttering out explanations she knew Rein would understand.
"Do you remember those zombie movies we used to watch together - and you'd always fling popcorn at the tv screeching at the actors for being stupid?"
"Yeeees?"
"I think it's happening. Like really happening."
Rein's eyes widened at that. "Well shit."
Any normal person would probably ask Ven if she was crazy, but Rein knew Ven never lied. Or exaggerating. Or did anything to meaningfully frighten anyone.
This had to be the truth.
Suddenly feeling more awake then ever, Rein quickly got up out of bed, gaze hardening at the door as she now too heard Aldrick's moan.
"Any fucker we know?" The pinkette's best friend asked.
"Aldrick." Ven quickly answered with a quiet voice that was gradually beginning to regain its calm nature now that she was with Rein once more.
"Fuck!" The thief hissed. "I liked that old guy." For the first time since she saw Aldrick in his undead stature, Ven smiled a little.
"We gotta get out of here." The pinkette told her gently, and her red eyes met purple as the thief nodded.
"Do you wanna find your parents first?" Ven tensed again at her question. She'd almost forgotten about her parents. Slowly, she nodded. "Might as well. Think you could distract Aldrick for me?"
"Of course~! Who the hell do ya think I am? Leave it to me~! I ain't scared of no zombies~!" Wanting to smile again at the cheekiness of Rein's smile, Ven nodded again.
With that, Rein pushed open the door roughly, and stepped out into the hall before meeting Aldrick's undead gaze at the other end. Laughing loudly, Rein clapped her hands together, the sharp smacking sound of her palms echoing through the halls.
"Hey, Aldriiiiiiiick~!" Rein sang, and Aldrick's pace quickened a little once more in his attempt to catch Rein, only for her to prance away. "Follow the sexy thiiiiiief~!" She sang out once more, for the most part skipping as she made her way down the hall and disappearing down the corner, Aldrick in a slow pursuit.
Ven poked her head out of her room once they were gone. Knowing she didn't have much time, she made her way down another set of hallways as quickly as she could to the main master bedroom. Wasting no time, she opened up the door without bothering to knock.
"Mom? Dad?" She called with a hushed tone, wanting to be as quiet as possible should Aldrick still be nearby. Spotting a human-sized lump underneath the blankets, a slight sigh of relief left Ven's lips as she crossed the room and pulled back the covers.
"Mo-" Ven couldn't even finish her sentence. Underneath the covers laid not her mother, but her father. A large gash that resembled a bite mark laid at the base of his neck meeting his shoulder. His eyes were wide open, and his chest was eaten out. There wasn't a single movement of his chest to be seen.
"Dad..." She whispered, taking a step back. Quickly managing to take a deep breath, she shut her eyes. Sorry, dad.
Even for such a young girl, only the age of seventeen, she knew that now was not the time to grieve. She needed to see if her mom was alive, and had to get both her and Rein out of here. Gulping down the lump in her throat, she left the room, only looking back for a moment before leaving.
It took her about five minutes to detect the sound of water running in the next hallway, where the largest bathroom was. The shower head could clearly be heard dispensing water. With a slight, hopeful pound to her heart, Ven made her way there, only to lose that small sense of hopefulness when she saw the door was slightly open, mist escaping the room in small doses.
There was blood on the wall just to the left of her and on the handle. Biting down on her lip, knowing she at least had to be sure, she gave the door a small nudge and dipped just her head inside the room.
All she saw was her mother's leg leaning over the edge of the tub, blood running down her leg and over the tub wall.
That was all Ven needed to see, and she closed the door.
"Man, you're slow." Rein told the zombified Aldrick, stopping for a moment just to wait for him to catch up. Thankfully this mansion was huge, and that Rein knew every inch of the place.
Sighing, Rein ran her fingers through her long, dark hair and smoothed her bangs back, only for them to fall back into place strand by strand.
This was getting boring. Guess they'd be dealing with slow zombies.
Crossing her arms, Rein huffed to herself, wondering if Ven was okay. If she hadn't come back by now, were her parents even alive?
The thought made Rein frown a little. Don't get her wrong. She hated Ven's parents, and they hated her just as much. It was Ven she was worried about. The girl was already screwed up personality wise. She didn't need anymore stress.
Well, not like she got stressed all that easily in the first place. But the death of someone's parents would take a toll on anyone.
Thankfully, Rein didn't have parents to worry about.
Realizing Aldrick was getting a little too close for comfort, she moved aside, dodging his efforts of grabbing her and continued her way down the hall in a fast paced walk.
"Man, if I just had something to just fucking kill you already with." The thief grumbled almost to herself. She could grab a knife, but the kitchen was too far away. She never carried any writing utensils on her, so it wasn't like she could stab him with a pencil or anything. What was she, a proper student that carried around pens and shit like that everywhere? Hell no.
...Wait, would a pencil even work on a zombie anyway?
With a thoughtful hum, Rein scratched her cheek as she walked.
"Rein!" The girl jolted at the sound of Ven's familiar voice calling out her name. Completely changing her calm walk into a run, she sprinted towards where she heard Ven's voice and followed it to the front lobby where the exit was.
Rein did a lot of stupid shit, but she wasn't that stupid. When she saw Ven without the presence of her parents, Rein knew what had happened. Pulling her beloved best friend into a hug the moment she reached her, Ven slowly returned the embrace, and Rein could feel her body slowly easing once more into the laid-back state Rein was oh so familiar with.
Her blank, calm expression returned once more as their hug parted.
Ven didn't say a word. She didn't need too. Rein understood perfectly.
Let's get out of here.
Just in a few hours, the two found themselves thrown into a world of the undead.