The zombies of this city seemed smaller than usual. Perhaps because they were only kids. The weather was fine today, and it would have seemed like a normal day, if it wasn't because of the familiar smell of death and rotten flesh. Frank couldn't remember the last time; the air didn't stink like that.

As he snuck further into the building, carefully maneuvering between hordes of zombies, many of which were wearing the same uniform, Frank managed to enter the building with much ease. Even here zombies had infiltrated the place, though not in such an extent as the courtyard. The building itself, seemed familiar from the inside, perhaps from some newspaper, he once read. Everything was clean and simple, despite the numerous touches of bloodstains and destruction. There were no pictures on the wall, no decorations around aside from flowerpots in the open classrooms. Signs, signaling which classes studied there, hung over the doors, some were broken. Each room, though the chaotic state, was perfectly lined and identical.

Curious, Frank took a peek into 1-B, according to the sign. Tables were knocked over, there was blood everywhere. Desks were broken and some unfortunately small bodies lay crushed below the rubble of a half-shattered blackboard, it looked chaotic alright albeit it was nothing compared to what Frank had witnesses in his lifetime. He did, however feel uncomfortable with the subject of child-death, even if a number of outbreaks did wonders for hardening a man.

Frank averted his eyes from the spectacle, proceeding to avoid zombies. With little effort he found his way to the second floor where even less zombies roamed the hallways. On the third floor, no zombies were around, which gave Frank plenty of time to take photos of the catastrophe. It was tragic that the children had to be slaughtered like this. Frank sighed as he aimed his camera at classrooms and a noticeboard with posters for a PE. Day.

Suddenly, he wondered if there were any survivors here. This floor was cleaner that the others, so maybe the zombies hadn't found their way up here yet. The hallway suddenly darkened, it was hard to see clearly. A thick smell of blood lingered here, but there was no moaning. Frank proceeded to move forward, albeit carefully as the last thing he wanted was to get bitten. Especially since he had no Zombrex.

As he ventured further into the hallway, he began to see light. Partly, anyway but light nonetheless. And everything remained quiet. Somewhere within Frank he began to get hopes for signs of life.

And someone was here. A barricade, built of desks and held together with strong wire. Quite impressive, Frank admitted to himself, trying to pull the tightly knotted strings. They barely budged, and they looked like they were regularly maintained. Likely, more than one person built this.

Growing increasingly interested, Frank carefully climbed the barricade, as it didn't look like it was suspended to anything. He managed to crawl under one of the tables, only to be greeted by another proof of life; a dog barking.

Frank's theory was further powered by the smell of curry…

"Rii-san, that's looking really good!" a girl with dark purple pigtails swung an arm around another girl with long brown hair, who was almost done boiling rice. "You shouldn't hang around me like that when I'm cooking." Yuuri chuckled, turning off the rice boiler, she turned to the two girls, sitting ready at the table.

"Dinner's almost ready." She called out, sounding for all in the world like a matured housewife trapped in a teenager's body. Her motherly voice caught the attention of the girls. "Yay! Rii-san's cooking is the best!" a petite girl with a black hat exclaimed in excitement and the little puppy, next to her barked in agreement. "Yuki-senpai, you shouldn't be so loud." A short-haired blonde frowned lightly, as she was in the midst of reading a book. The pup barked in disagreement. "Sorry, Mii-kun!" Yuki whispered, covering her face.

Yuuri walked over with the rice, placing it in the table before turning the pig-tailed. "Kurumi, could you bring the curry?"

"Sure thing. I can't wait to get some grub!" Kurumi grabbed the pot, and followed Yuuri. Yuki waved her arms in excitement. "Isn't it great, Mii-kun?"

Miki frowned deeper, a little annoyed by this point. "Senpai, please don't call me that. My name is still Miki." She closed her book. "But Mii-kun sounds cuter. Right Taromaru?" Yuki smiled to the dog, which barked in agreement, to which the petite girl nod in self-assured righteousness. Miki could only sigh at that.

This part of the school was relatively clean. The floor was swept, no windows broken and that smell of curry. Someone was definitely living here. As Frank walked down the hallway, he passed an open door, revealing four blankets and pillows. They were perfectly lined up next to a box with something written on it. Not that he could read, because it was written entirely in Japanese. In one of the corners, a pink schoolbag had been tossed.

…

Voices came from the next room, along with that same barking. There were people here! Frank rushed to out of the room, and headed for the next. For as ready he was for human contact, he was also wary. He placed himself next to the door, listening a bit more. The last thing he wanted was to leave himself open for psychos to kill him up or worse. He needed to be careful.

"There!" A voice said, quite feminine and high pitched. More female voices began to giggle, not one of them bearing the maturity of grown women. Frank shrugged a little. The voices, they belonged to a bunch of little girls!

"Itadakimasu!" all four girls chanted, before digging in the curry. Yuki began stuffing her face at lightning speed, like she always did. It was quite surprising that she didn't choke herself. Miki, on the hand savored every bite, giving her time to enjoy the taste. "It's really good, Rii-san. You'd be a perfect housewife!" Kurumi praised.

"What? me? no…!" Yuuri couldn't help but chuckle. Though she had begun to doubt if she ever lived long enough to get married. Or if there were anyone left to marry. "I bet Megu-nee would be a good wife too!" Yuki proclaimed, rather matter-of-factly. She turned to Megumi, whose face deepened into a burning red. "Yuki-chan!" she said with a flustered voice.

"Yeah, you're right. Even though Megu-nee doesn't have much of a presence, I'm sure someone will notice her!" Kurumi said, with her mouth full of curry. "Notice… me?" Megumi piped in response.

"Maybe I could sew you a wedding dress. How about that, Megu-nee?" Yuuri smiled.

Miki remained silent as the grave.

"Oh! Then I can be the bridesmaid! I bet you look really beautiful in a wedding dress, Megu-nee!" Yuki joyfully exclaimed with much enthusiasm, to with Megumi could only softly laugh at. "Oh... Ah well, maybe that would be nice, Yu-"

Someone or something was knocking loudly at the door, abruptly interrupting Megumi. "Hello? I heard voices! Are you hurt?" a voice said. Quickly as lightning, Kurumi jolted to her shovel, sharply signaling everyone to be quiet. Even Taromaru, who would bark of anything was deadly silent now. It felt odd for all four of them to hear the voice of a man for once. Kurumi couldn't remember the last time; she had heard the voice of the opposite gender. It sent shivers down her spine. And even if she could remember, she didn't want to.

Kurumi neared the door, holding her shovel firmly. The knocking continued. "I'm not here to hurt you." The voice continued. Kurumi however was wary; the last time, she let her guard down, she was almost killed. At times like this, one could never fully relax, no matter how lighthearted the School Living Club were acting. The only people she could trust were right here in this room with her.

And everyone was counting on her. She couldn't just keep crouching here forever; she needed to move. With much speed, Kurumi ripped the door open and swung her shovel against the stranger.