Disclaimer: I don't own Highschool of the Dead.
Music playing: Crush from Hotline Miami
As I come to it's apparent something isn't right.
My vision is blurred and I have a migraine impersonating a jack-hammer.
I try to sit up.
Nope! Bad idea!
Geh… my head's spinning… everything is disoriented.
Feeling kinda queasy…. URK!
Well there goes lunch…
…Or was that dinner…
….Breakfast?
Gah! I'll worry about that later.
Okay, the room's kinda gotten less pixilated.
Wait, where am I again?
Using a shelf as a support beam I slowly stand.
…God it feels like the room is on wheels. Everything's spinning.
Look around, figure out where you are.
The Lighting's shit.
My vision is still blurry.
Every thing is spinning.
Am I in a supermarket?
….Supermarket…?
…Wait, this is a supermarket!
Ho-kay then… now what?
Move.
Move, right. Gotta move.
Erk.
painpainpainpaINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAIN!
I collapsed against the shelf, slowly sliding down.
I grab my leg and put a little pressure on it in hopes it'll numb the pain.
Wait… what's this wet stuff on my leg?
Blood.
Blood?
…..
….
…..
WAIT, BLOOD?!
I look down at my leg and suddenly attempt to not let myself throw up.
Blood… so much blood is oozing into the fabric of my jeans.
Sticking out of said fabric is… OHMYGODISTHATABONE-
I puke.
Wiping my mouth I start to check over myself… only to find more blood…
…Where's did all of this come from?! Come to think of it, where are the wounds?
It's not mine.
…Not mine… then who's is it.
Why is someone else's blood on me?!
A crash pulls me away from my thoughts.
Suddenly I'm able to make out two things…
This store… is trashed.
And all over the ground is endless pools of blood.
Quickly looking up I see a body start to get up.
It looks to be a man… I can't tell any more than that.
I almost call out to him…. but the word's get stuck on my tong when I see his face.
His skin is all torn it almost looks as if he was mauled by a bear and… OH GOOD GOD, one of his eye's are missing!
What feels to be against my better judgment I call out to him anyway.
"Uh… hey…" God my voice is hoarse "…A-are you okay?"
The man suddenly looks my way. We stare at each other for a moment.
I almost wonder if some of his brain was damaged when he suddenly let's out a scream that resembles nails on a chalk board… aannnndddddd now he's sprinting towards me.
Immediately I throw myself out of the way-
PAINPAINPAINPAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIINNNN!
I fall near a counter, and the lunatic suddenly lunges at me out of no where.
He's strong, it's practically a chore just to keep him away.
I then use my good leg to kick him off, he goes a good few feet away, my escapade shakes the counter making a butcher knife land next to me.
The lunatic gets back to his feet.
Time stops.
I grab the knife.
He's sprinting towards me.
I ready it.
He's getting closer.
I aim.
OHMYGODHE'SRIGHTONTOP-
THROW IT!
I throw it.
It lands inside his skull he stops.
Then falls.
I just sit there.
Questions run through my mind.
What's going on?
What was with him?
How could I do that?
WHAT HAPPENED?!
Deep breath.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Okay think.
Remember.
Remember what happened.
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