Hey you all. Alito here, wishing you a MERRY CHRISTMAS! (Or whatever traditions you do) Anyway, I had recently gotten interested in the Walking Dead series (yes, I know I'm late) and had decided to do this little gem for a while. What got me interested in the show was obviously Daryl, but what kept my interest was Michonne, so now I've just been so giddy to do a fanfiction with Michonne since the only ones I've seen of her were pairings with Daryl or Rick or even Andrea. So I decided to do a crossover with High School of the Dead with Michonne.
There is a possibility that more characters from the Walking Dead could appear, but that's a possibility still.
Anyway let's get started!
Story takes place during the beginning half of H.S.O.T.D while Michonne is coming from the beginning of season 4.
Anyway, let's begin!
This is The Walking of the Dead
Chapter 1: The katana of the Dead
She awoke to the scent of blood and her senses were now switched on. The first view she glanced towards was the orange afternoon sky above. She groaned in aching pain as she struggled to sit back up to massage her aching head.
"Ugh…where am I?" She moaned to herself.
She looked around for any clues as to where she was, and didn't have to look any further. She discovered that she was lying in the middle of a baron street with buildings on both sides of her. However, these buildings had an all too familiar problem to them; the windows were shattered beyond repair and blood was splattered on the brick walls. Upon further inspection, she realized that the streets had blood from fingers being dragged to even blood that would fill a whole body being nothing more but a skid on the road. Cars had been set on fire and cairned off the main road into other buildings and smoke coming off of them as well.
"This city…" She thought as she finally stood up. "How did I get here? I was in the woods last time I remembered…"
She looked back down and noticed that her weapon was on the ground; a white handled katana with a down sheath and a strap that was connected to it. She picked it up without any hesitation and proceeded to stroll through the post-apocalyptic city she was unfamiliar with.
She walked up to a building with a cracked window and saw her reflection; a brown skinned woman with black long hair in dreadlocks and a stripped head band to push her dread bangs back. She was dressed in a pink tank top under a dark brown short leather vest. She also wore blue jeans, black combat boots, and fingerless gloves. Over all this was a hooded cloak that reached her waist.
"What happened to me…? Wait, that's right…" Michonne began to remember, "I was on…reconnaissance…I was riding my horse…zombies got in the way…but after that, it's all a blur…"
Michonne stood there, confused as to what could have taken her all the way out of the woods and into a strange city such as this? She didn't remember there being such a city like this so close to the prison base. Plus, she couldn't recognize any of the buildings the more she looked around.
Finally, Michonne saw a sign above one of the wrecked buildings; it was in a text that she could recognize, but couldn't read right away. "I-I…ku…raksen's…ben…to…ser…vices…Ikuraksan's bento services…This is Japanese writing..."
Michonne began to look around and noticed that all the damaged building's signs were all Japanese text. Finally it hit her as to where she was, but she couldn't believe it to save her life. She grasped her head in shock and held her eyes wide in this revelation. "It…it can't be, can it? Am I really…in Japan?"
Suddenly, her question and shock turned into statement as she heard in the distance a large explosion quite a distance away from where she was! In its wake was a large smoke cloud that billowed to the skies above. Michonne could see that the smoke was fresh; which means that there could be a possibility that someone's alive over there.
"I hope someone there can help me out." Michonne said. She strapped her katana around her, and proceeded to walk towards the towering smoke ahead. However, she quickly heard the sound of an incoming engine from the corner of the buildings. Rather than be mistaken for a walker, she decided to take refuge in the bento shack until the engine's sound pasted by.
She hid all the way in the back of the long table within the shadows so as to not be seen. She peeked out to see who was there, only to find that the engine belonged to a motorbike, being rode on by, what appeared to be, two high school students.
One was a boy with black hair, wearing a black school uniform and a red shirt that was driving the bike. Sitting in the back was a girl with light brown hair wearing a green sailor-like school uniform.
"There's no one here…at all…" Said the boy with concern, "They either ran off or died…"
"Or they were transformed into Them." The girl reminded him.
Them? Michonne was confused as to what they meant by them. However it was soon clear that what they were referring to was the same as she was to deal with soon. She was lucky that she happen to be fluent in Japanese so she could understand them. She was also relieved to see that they were human and still alive at least, however she wasn't too sure if they were armed or not. All she saw on their bike as a long pipe, and a bat.
"Takeshi, look! The right side of that intersection!" The girl said to the boy. "It's a police car!"
"Yes! We'll get an earful of scolding for riding without helmets, and stealing a bike, but at least we won't be alone!" The boy said optimistically.
The two drove to that intersection in hopes that the police car would give them some sign of reassurance. However Michonne knew better than them. She was waiting for either their disappointing voices, or their blood curdling screams.
"Aw, man…they're dead." Said the boy named Takeshi from far off.
Michonne knew how they felt. The people who have been sworn to protect the innocent couldn't even protect themselves from this outbreak. Michonne took a few steps out of the shack to get a peek at what they were going to do now. It appears they were able to salvage a few weapons from the police car.
"Okay…we have a baton, some handcuffs, and…a gun." The girl counted off. Michonne saw the one called Takeshi pick up the gun and stare at it as if he were in a sort of trance. She could understand his dismay. She could see that this was the boy's first time ever holding a gun, and now that he had one, it was a bit intimidating for him to be in control of.
"W-Well…if it's the same as T.V, then I'll be able to pull the trigger." Takeshi figured.
Michonne couldn't help but snort with a small smile on her face. It was a bit humorous and rather predictable to have such a reaction like that towards holding a real gun for the first time.
However her enjoyment of these two kids dealing with zombies was cut short, as she began to her rustling from behind the table of the shack behind her. She quickly took cover under the front of it, as she could hear the gagging and growling of an otherwise obvious threat. She held her katana tightly in her grasp, ready to draw if the zombie decided to make a snack out of those students.
The sound of an engine sounded again and was quickly becoming softer in the distance. Michonne sighed with relief that they were able to drive off without being attacked. She could tell by the damage of the town that most weren't so lucky.
Nevertheless, she stood up from the table to see a single man in a ripped up uniform for chief. She also noticed his skin beginning to decompose and his growling and moaning was becoming almost carnivorous. Michonne wasted no time in unsheathing her katana, and lopping the walker's head clean off its neck! The body then fell to the ground.
Michonne then walked out into the clear to find that those teenagers' talking and loud vehicle had gotten the attention of some uninvited guest. She swore they were no better than a certain loud mouthed redneck with a crossbow she knew. All of them slowly treading and dragging their feet towards the all ready far off teens. They too had decomposed skin, and growling vocal cords.
Michonne wasted no time in running up to the closest one and swinging her katana across his torso, letting his upper body fall to the ground. The almost soulless beast gasped with a hunger in his lifeless yellow eyes, but all it simply got was a taste of sharp metal through his tongue and through his head.
Michonne quickly took her blade out of the dead walker, and proceeded to go after the other two that seemed to be left. She made short work of them by decapitating the first one, and finally stabbing the second one in the chest, twisting the sword so that the sharp part was aimed to its head, and finally she brought in up as its blood gushed all over the ground! Once she cut through the head, she watched as the lifeless walker fell to the ground, dead in its tracks.
The African American swordswoman swung the blood from her katana and used the shirt of a dead walker to clean the remaining blood off it. She sheathed her sword and looked off at the distance that the two teens were heading, hoping that she could somehow get there before anymore harm could become of them.
She happened to notice that one of the cars still had a dead person inside, but was otherwise still intact. She walked to that car, and whirled the dead body out of it, checking to make sure that no other walkers were in it or nothing was in the trunk. All seemed to check out fine as Michonne put her katana to the passenger seat, and sat in the car. She started the engine, needing to rev it a few times, before it finally turned on. She checked the tank and saw it was full enough to help her cover ground.
She then drove the same direction as the teenagers, making sure to go at a slow pace so as to not surprise them when she caught up to them.
As she drove, she still couldn't shake the confusion as to how she ended up all the way in Japan like this. It was almost impossible to go from the woods, to a full scale city like this. And what of her teammates back in the prison. She hoped they were okay for the time being now that she was far away from them. All that mattered was that she somehow needed to get back before anything happens to them. But she didn't worry too much since there were able men and women there already, including Rick, Daryl, and others.
As time passed, and the afternoon quickly became night, she drove with the headlights off so as to not cause attention to herself. She knew full well that if she sped up anymore then they have, more walkers would appear and fighting a hoard of them didn't sound like too good of a time.
Finally, Michonne had caught up with the two teenagers and decided to park a few blocks away from them and continue on foot. She left her car behind and walked over to them in the shadows of the night. Once she got close enough, Michonne noticed that the two were in their own mess of trouble as the girl was held onto by a thicker looking guy in with, what she assumed to be a knife.
She held her katana at the ready, but noticed that he was prattling on about him killing his family after they turned. He sounded so hysterical and out of his right mind. This was nothing new to Michonne as she has seen this happen to many a men and women before. Hell she stabbed one of those types of people in the eye with a piece of glass.
But then the guy began to grab the young girl's breast forcefully as she screamed out in pain. Michonne wanted to do nothing more than to lop this pathetic man's head off his body, but hesitated in case she could make his hand slip and he'd be taking the girl with him to the afterlife…if an afterlife existed by this point to her.
The rouge demanded that Takeshi get rid of his bat and fill the motorbike with gas so that he could escape. Takeshi tried to make up the excuse that he had no money, but the rogue gang-like male knew that this was all a lie and that Takeshi broke the cash register beforehand.
Nevertheless, Takeshi did what he was told and threw his bat out into the street. She knew exactly what he was planning, and saw the bat tumble across the ground, making a loud enough siren for them to hear. Despite knowing this, Michonne could see that Takeshi was more than prepared to do what she had a feeling he would do.
He continued to take a ticket from the gas machine and pump the bike with it, trying to keep things calm between the three, keeping an eye on the guy holding the girl. She was rather surprised how calm he made himself appear to be. But on the inside Michonne could see that Takeshi was scared beyond all rational thought.
Not only that, but Michonne could see the gathering zombies begin to appear around the gas station with that brute's constant yelling to the top of his lungs. Finally, Takeshi was done and closed the tank. However, that didn't do much good for him and her.
"Alright, beat it, kid!"
"H-Hey, really now…You can let her go now!"
"SHUT YA FUCKIN' MOUTH BRAT!-!"
The man was about to raise his blade to strike Takeshi. This was his own foolish mistake as Michonne charged from the darkness and ran right at the large boned man! She unsheathed her sword and in only seconds, the man's arm had been completely separated from his body! It only took a few seconds before the man realized what had happened and out of pure reaction to seeing his own blood, he shrieked out loud while bleeding out heavily!
"GAAAH!-! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK?-! AHHHGH!-!"
Michonne noticed he still an arm around the girl and was about to strike once more, but then she saw the black haired boy suddenly appear right up to the man's chest! Michonne saw that he had the gun pointed at his chest, ready to fire.
"What are you screaming for, huh?"
Michonne sheathed her sword and wrapped it around the shrieking man's neck to make sure he doesn't escape. She knew that this would be a lesson for the boy and that he needed to be able to pull the trigger on something living or unloving in order to survive the rest of the world.
"This could have all been avoided…" Takeshi said as he stared almost deathly towards the man with stern focused eyes. Michonne saw no fear in those cold eyes. She knew that he was ready for this long before he'd ever held a gun. "…You should've just handed the girl over to me."
And with that, the trigger was pulled, echoing all through the station for wandering undead ears to hear. The girl whipped herself free from the man's clutches and quickly ran to Takeshi's side, as the man screamed in pain! But Michonne ended that quickly as she let go of him, and unsheathed her katana to administer the killing blow across his neck! Michonne sheathed her katana as the body fell to the ground, zombie chow for the walkers to feast on for a good long night.
"T-Thank you." The light brown haired girl thanked.
"Don't thank me yet." Michonne insisted, "We need to go, now. Leave the bike, and come on!"
The two didn't move at all, and stared down Michonne with uncertainty. She couldn't blame them either, but now wasn't the time for doubt.
She grabbed Takeshi by the arm and stared him in the eye with most stern of glares. "Trust me. Would you rather ride a motorcycle with all of those creatures out there?" Michonne pointed towards the slowly gathering zombies that were beginning to surround them. "Or would you rather I drive us all out of this mess, seeing as I'm all you've got at the moment."
The two looked out at the quickly gathering zombies and made their decision with an obvious answer. "Okay then!" Takeshi nodded along with the girl. "Lead the way!"
"This way!" Michonne ordered as she began to run off towards the other side of the street along with the two students following right behind her. The girl made sure to also get their bats and pipe weapons just in case they needed them. Michonne and the High school students were able to be clear of the walkers and enough room to escape with their lives. It appeared the zombies were all too distracted with the dead man then to chase after the three.
Once they got to the car, Michonne started the engine and they all drove from the scene of zombies, off deeper into the town. While in the car, Michonne had decided that if she was going to be with these two for a while, she might as well try her newly developed people skills for a change instead of her constant scowling expression.
"By the way...what's your names?" She said, while still keeping an eye on the rode.
"Miyamoto...Rei."
"Komuro Takeshi...And you?"
"Michonne."
