What is this? Sam's starting a new story?! Alright, where are the pitchforks!?
Ahaa, I'm so sorry guys, I was thinking of discontuning EveryDay Life and Creator, I still want to keep The Next Generation though... what do you guys think?
This is the 1st Chapter of Tree Friends of The Dead.
Enjoy.
Samiee stood outside one of the school's balconies. He had long light orange hair, his bangs were just above his circular eyebrows. He wore British style glasses along with the school's mandatory uniform, much to his displeasement. Oh well, at least they let him wear his black scarf.
He sighed and looked out, resting his elbows upon the bars. Suddenly without warning, he got jerked back by his scarf. He almost fell back, but stood his ground.
"H-hey!"
He looked up to see Sniffles holding onto his scarf. Sniffles short light blue hair, along with rectangular glasses. He let go as Samiee turned to look at him and took a step back. Sniffles stared at Samiee, full of hate.
"What's your problem Samiee?"
Samiee looked at him.
"Look just because I ranked the exam higher than you did again doe-"
"I know your cheating! A dense tree hugger like yourself couldn't have beat me! You hardly even show up to class dammit! Aren't you soppose to be in class NOW?!"
Samiee bit his lip. He doesn't like arguing. He turned his back towards Sniffles. He felt the cold stare from Sniffles.
"Peh. Dolt."
He heard footsteps. Then they faded. He looked out the balcony again, wondering when lunch will come so he can go down to campus to look at those pretty cherry trees.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a loud clang. He looked up to see a man with dull pink hair, wearing dark shades and a large purple coat. Samiee giggled.
It was The Mole. No one really knows his true name, due to being mute, so everyone just called him The Mole.
He was hitting the school's gate very softly. He was also blind. Samiee thought that he lost his walking stick, therefore is looking for it.
However there was something odd about the way The Mole looked, as if his barely visible skin was a ... little paler than it's soppose to be.
He saw three teachers trotting over to the locked gate. Whew, Samiee got a bit worried there.
One of them- a teacher with bright green hair, stepped up, presumably trying to direct The Mole the other way, but The Mole kept softly banging himself against the gate. This is getting weird.
One of them- the biggest looking one, got impatient and grabbed The Mole from the shirt.
Samiee took a sharp gasp as The Mole grabbed the bigger man's arm and bit into it abnormally. The big man let out a shrilling scream as he let go of him, as The Mole ran off.
The other teachers took a step back as the man fell, his shrieking stopped. The green-haired woman took a step closer as the big man opened his eyes slowly.
Samiee could the two teachers lips moving, but couldn't make out on what were they saying.
Samiee let out a small shriek as the big man pounced on the woman, biting a huge chunk of her flesh out of her face.
Samiee took a step back. Then another one. Then he completely turned around and ran. He had always imagined this happening one day, and now this imagination has came true.
Ehhh-? So how was it? = v=
It's going to somewhat follow the HighSchool of The Dead plot(Holy crap I haven't seen that show in ages!).
I'm going to be honest here, your OC might get killed. So if you get easily butt hurt over things like these, even though it's god damn HTF, then don't submit an OC. =A=
Anyways, here's the OC form, one OC per Author please. 3 (Unless I ask for more! ; v; )
Oh, and death is permanent here. *3*
Name:
Appearance(facial features, hair, height, eyes, little accessories. They wear 're also humans.):
Personality:
Abilities(No superpowers or whatever, more like what they're really good at):
Any special classes they took part in?(E.x. Football, karate, cooking etc. etc.):
Friends:
Enemies:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Opinion/reaction on zombies/gore/death?:
How well can they handle pressure?:
Other:
Reviews are greatly appreciated.
With All Due Respect,
Sam
