Chapter 1: Introductions
Bang
She suddenly turned to the sound of the resonating gunshot. It echoed in the stillness of the night, stopping her in her progress.
"Who... was that?" She scanned the dark surroundings and took in shallow, soundless breaths. Minutes after that, there was the sound of a vehicle starting up and driving away. From her crouched position, she quickly packed the last few things into her bag and stood up. She brushed the tiny chunks of asphalt off her school skirt and walked on with nowhere to go.
Her footsteps were soft, but still audible in the quiet night. The lights were on, to her relief, giving her a clear view of the streets and alleyways. Moths fluttered about under the bright street lamps and flies buzzed around in the trashes of the alleys. She kept her distance from those places, knowing crazy people would find her under the light and she would be easily trapped in the alleyways. Keeping in the dark calmed her, giving her a reassured feeling of safety.
She crouched behind a blue letter box which was obviously out of the light and scanned the streets for anything that could harm her. Her sight kept on adjusting to the changes in the spot of darkness and light and it bothered her. She quietly stood up and let out a breath. She scratched her head and ran her fingers down her black, long hair which stopped above her waist in a 'V' like manner.
Somebody was running, and he was running quick. Up ahead in the 'T' junction, he was escaping the slow mobs of dead that staggered toward him. He was screaming for help, but he knew no one would aid him. It was useless but he screamed anyway. He quickly twisted on the heels of his shoes and fired his pistol at Them. One, two... five went down but the guy had already missed too much. The gun let off a dry click, indicating that it was empty and useless.
He seemed to have said something, but it was inaudible from this distance. He was trapped now with his back against the wall. They came to him in a semi-circle formation, blocking his every escape. The girl covered her ears and looked away at the brutality that was happening to the man. Blood gushed out from his torn flesh and it stained the wall making huge arcs, splotches and drips of crimson. His scream drained with his conscious. Everything fell silent the moment the horror was done. The girl, who had crouched back behind the mail box, shivered as the scream had pierced through her blocked ears. It was unavoidable, the damage had been done.
Her eyes were constricted with fear and panic. Even though it was not the first time, she knew she wouldn't get used to the agonizing screams. It pained her and not only that, her mind had a vivid imagination. She couldn't help but picture the man's tortured face before he departed from this world. She shivered hopelessly in the dark as the atmosphere suddenly turned cold for her.
Relax... don't be alarmed... just don't panic...
She suddenly held her breath as footsteps were nearby. It was slow and draggy, almost lifeless. Her heart beat wildly, almost audible to the surroundings, but it was impossible. She covered her mouth as the steps grow closer. It was making her crazy. Several horrible and violent endings zoomed in her mind, making her sweat and cry. She breathed quietly in the palm of her hands but soon suddenly realized the footsteps were gone. She dropped her hands slowly to her legs and turned to peek around the mail box.
She stopped dead in her motion as the most disfigured face she had ever seen was in front of her. It was there, just staring at her with its white, milky eyes. For it to be on its hands and feet shocked her. Has it seen her? Could it sense that she was there? She panicked and slowly backed away.
Nudging against her wrist was a small rock. Without thinking, she picked it up and threw it away, hitting a window display on the other side of the road. The window cracked and let off a loud clatter the moment the rock made contact. It was loud enough to grab the attention of the dead around her. The one that was staring at her stood up and lifelessly walked toward the sound, followed by the rest of the Them.
She stood up and quickly walked away from the scene. Her heart still raced and it would not calm down until she puts her distance away from any of Them. Heading toward the 'T' junction down the street, she picks up the gun and kept it in her bag. Though empty, she might find ammo for it later.
Avoiding the bloody mess of the eaten man, she walked to her right down an unfamiliar street. It would not matter if she picked left than right; both streets were unfamiliar to her. Hearing the shout of a boy in the near distance instinctively made her take cover. She scanned the unfamiliar street, noticing several school students in the distance. An unfamiliar street, with wandering unfamiliar school students from an unfamiliar school.
In her bag pack, she took out a pair of binoculars and looked through them. Their clothes were dirty and bloodied and their actions and expressions showed much stress and impatience. They were looking around anxiously, as if waiting for someone. One of the male students was holding on to a bloodied, dented aluminium bat. He was the most frightened in the group.
Unable to hear them from this distance, she quietly watched their movements. The rumble of a vehicle in the near distance was approaching. The students frightfully ran off, away from whatever that was coming. Gun shots ripped the air and managed to hit a female student. She let out a scream and fell hard on her chest. Blood oozed from her burning, unbearable wound. A military vehicle, which was out of view before, suddenly appeared and stopped meters away from the wounded female student. On the gunner's post, a man wearing a red bandanna locked his sight at the student. He turned to point the barrel of gun at her and pulled the bolt.
From here, she could hear student's plea, her cry to be released, but they would not have any of that. Without remorse, the man squeezed the trigger and fired the machine gun at the female student. The girl, hiding, couldn't hear the sound of the student's scream over the blasting rounds of the machine gun. The student's body was ripped and riddled with bullets. Even though she was dead, they continued to fire until satisfied. Adding insult to injury, the driver ran the vehicle over her dead body, letting out a loud, gut wrenching crack. Laughs filled the now silent air until it faded off into the distance.
The girl in hiding was filled with anger more than fear. What she had seen was inhumane and just plain wrong. It was disturbing and unforgivable. What did that poor student did to any of them? Nothing! Now the student's life was forcefully taken away by some maniac with a trigger finger and a driver who was nothing more than a sadistic fuck.
Examining the body, she noticed too many bullet holes and gun powder residues, too many for a body to handle. The student's body felt warm, hot, to be exact as the bullets temporarily heated its lifeless body. She shivered and began to wonder why she was not afraid right now. Minutes ago she was completely terrified, now, it had all completely disappeared. Looking at its head, it was turned in a manner that you couldn't see its face. To make matters worse, not only its head, but other parts of its body was bent the wrong way. With enough courage, she pulled the student's head to see its face. What she saw was a face of horror seconds before it died, still plastered there like a picture. She covered her mouth with a hand, devastated. The student's eyes wide open, jaw hanging and crooked, cheek bones smashed and her skull invaded with bullets. It was such a sight to see and it was too much for her.
She turned and emptied her stomach, far away from the body. She coughed and heaved, all of a sudden feeling weak and tired. Her head ached and it stabbed at her brain. Was it stress? Pressure? Panic?
Eugh... My head...
Her voice managed to sound itself in her mind.
Crawling back to the body, she closed the corpse's eyes then stood up. The sun was slowly arising, devouring the dark and empty sky. The lights shuts off and she was left with an unfamiliar road ahead of her.
My name is Akira Tachibana and I am now surviving the Z day.
High School of the Dead. Surviving Z Day 2.
Next time on SZD 2!
"You are right. You aren't worth the bullet."
"Drop the weapon."
"Hey! Can you hear me! I told you to wake up!"
"Around here! I heard voices!"
"One, two... Three!"
Chapter 2: Maniacs
I am leaving for San Fransisco tomorrow so there might not be chapters every Sundays for three weeks. Enjoy this chapter and yes, I am accepting OC's! Those OC's who did not get mentioned in SZD 1, might get mentioned here in SZD 2! Thanks for reading!
If you guys still don't know, Akira is a cautious girl and mostly in hiding. More about her will be revealed in the future!
Forms for OC! No super powers! This ain't no Majutsu Index nor Kagaku Railgun kay'?
-Character Information-
Name:
What does he/she preferred to be called. (Nickname):
Race:
Age: (12-20)
Height and Weight: (Separate with commas.)
Country:
His/her reason for being in Japan: (Applies to non Japanese characters.) (If there's no reason, you can simply delete this line.)
Occupation:
Appearance: (Realistically onegai! Please.)
Casual Clothing: (If requesting for a change, do PM me. If not, he/she will reuse that costume set. Of course he/she will wash it off story.) (Vests/belts/pouches/bags are also acceptable, I mean *chuckles*, where do you put your ammo/bullets? You can request to have it obtained later in the story.)
Sleep Wear:
Personality:
Love interest:
Background Story: (What he/she was doing before the outbreak or life's BG story. Try to go a little into detail, not just simply 'Was in class studying.' or 'A student with carefree family.')
What he/she's good at:
What he/she's not good at:
Primary Weapon he/she's carrying:
Secondary Weapons he/she's carrying:
Tertiary Weapons: (These are basically equipments. Things the character holds like grenades or medic packs. You can leave this blank or simply request the character to obtain it later in the story.)
-Family Information-
Father's Name (Alive or Deceased):
Mother's Name (Alive or Deceased):
Guardian's Name (Alive or Deceased):
If he/she does not have a brother or a sister, simply delete that line.
Sister's Name (Alive or Deceased): (If you need to add more siblings, please do add in another line.)
Brother's Name (Alive or Deceased): (If you need to add more siblings, please do add in another line.)
-Others-
His/her reaction(s) to other OC's:
What does he/she think(s) about Akira Tachibana:
Anything else to add?: