Sorry for errors here. This is the first view by a person of the people out there, trying to survive in a world full of "them." Please pardon me for the bad words if there is any. Just imagined Him telling that. Also, if there's a little malice for things.

Thoughts/Flashback

Present day/Normal

I don't own High school of the dead. All (c) go to its great author Daisuke Sato and its creative artist Shoji Sato.

If it was mine, I'll replace Rei with me and will never let anyone touch Komuro.

/EDIT Yes guys, I finally completed this. If there's anyone who wants to review or criticize me by hitting me something, please do because anonymous reviews are enabled. Thank you!

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"Yo, Kohta! How's our four-eyed pig today?"

Tch. "I-I'm just cool today, thanks for the concern."

"Oh really? Great, you won't let the teachers get us again for you."

I just grinned the cracked veins out of me. "P-please just leave me alone… Kurokami… the rest…"

"No way, Hirano. Now, with that yesterday and the other day… You really owe us a really big ti-"

KRING! Nice, the bell finally rang. If these morons just sit with their annoying asses in their seats inches away… Good if kilometers or even eternally longest mile away from me. Just sensei… (A/N: means teacher.) Just arrive, please…

"!"

I-it must be a mistake!

"Ohayou, Minna!" (A/N: Good morning, everyone! something like that.)

Koichi Shido-sensei! Having his eyes on us with the same serious gaze, these bullies don't stand a chance. But this is different; it is me fallen in his look. "You don't really understand, do you?" This teacher in front of me – Koichi Shido, a tall man with his glasses, deceiving pairs of eyes and a malicious smile – "Hirano Kohta-kun…"- makes me shiver when he calls my name, not in fear but in anger. He's not a teacher but a very abusive hypocrite. (A/N: Hypocrites are people who do this and that not for others but for their selves.)

"You know, in this world, there is gives and takes. The strong and the weaklings…" I crunched my brows to a wrinkle between my forehead. Clenching my fists, I want to show them what I got… My real self have hidden all these times. "You have to give them what they want – what the strong ones want. Since you're weak…" I didn't realized how fast did this... gay walked towards me and these bad guys around me.

"You'll have to give their revenge to you… isn't it right, my dear students?" He turned to see what would this class say. Sounds of cheers and affirmative replies engulf the silence of the classroom into my brain. Shit! I looked helplessly eaten by these monsters at that moment. One by one. How come my classmates don't know - don't know they've been manipulated by this mind-control sensei?

"Do it. Tease him more as you like, as it full your desire to." His sadistic voice told them. T-this voice… embarked in my mind. A voice I couldn't possibly forget that started this confusion and hatred in my chest. Of course, at those self-pitying moments, I let them kick me in my face…

"… Not anymore." I sighed as I reminisced that day the spring of the dead came with the falling of Sakura trees everywhere.

Hirano Kohta, here. I'm 16 and a high school junior. I'm slightly short, and a bit overweight for this age [I'm not fat!] with a shoulder-length hairstyle that has bangs reaching down from the side of my temples stretching outwards and obscuring the sides of my face. I used to be the laughing stock of the past world.

I've always wished every day would come to an end. I'm trapped and wanted to cut the ropes holding me from that cold truth in that class with that abusive sensei – No, is he still human with that?

In the first day I've arrived, I can't believe my eyes that Koichi Shido treats me like this. Letting those people of my age hurt me especially unexpectedly, Shido himself. Why do many students adore him? I'd rather die in hell than go idolize that bastard. I could fight, with the knowledge I hold, but restrained myself for that long time…

I just want to live a "normal life" – study, graduate, get a job, make a family then die peacefully – but getting bullied isn't on my list. Either making your good old mom and dad go "Why are you like this, Kohta? What's happening to you?" for on-purpose failing of my grades by that bastard or "Kohta! What the hell you've done?" because of I head shooting him through his thick-headed skull. No comment on that.

Remembered clearly every day before that day – the way I wake up the mornings tardily, eating my yummy breakfast kaa-san (A/N: mother :D) prepared for me, brushing my teeth and going to the warm bath. Bidding my parents goodbye… I've missed those days. Those usual, boring and "Normal" days.

As the world was first attacked by "them", instead of panicking, I went with the flow. I actually love what's happening right now… this change of pace of the things from every day of my life! I must admit I kinda like the times I killed "them" with guns and its things inside and out from Blackwater U.S.A. and the frustration and confusion letting go very slowly from my heart…

The way "Their" blood oozing, "Their" parts and organs being blown up to pieces and "their" death even though "they" are dead… How funny this new world has new tricks to its sleeves…

That day, the spring of the dead, as I went for survival with the girl I look up to and found out other survivors, I made a list with them – Saya-san, Komuro, Saeko-san, Marikawa-sensei, Rei and Alice with Zeke – Live. Survive.Kill "Them." Try to return everything to normal, even a little bit.

Smiling my biggest grin with flashes of light on the side of my glasses and raising my hand in the sky, I sing to my heart's content,

" … Shoot, Shoot, Shoot your gun, Kill them all now!

Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Life is but a dream! ~ "

"Sugoi, Kohta-chan!" Alice says as I smile my maniac but fun grin.

"You fat otaku!" A voice from behind calls as I have my shining face washed out to a demeanor one in an instant. "Don't teach a little kid a strange filk song like that!" It is Saya's voice as she slams the Humvee's roof as her chest bounces. "Remember, the original song is a Mother Goose rhyme!"

Shutting my eyes, I whisper in a ghoul, " Okay…"

I wish every moment we have together with my friends is like that... care-free, got nothing to worry about. But now... it's like every bit of time lessens our chance to do that as things are becoming worse. Especially me, like because of happening, I'm going to get my brain explode as it went out of my skull, with "them" eating it. Gross. Now, I feel like trying to manage myself until things go back to the way it was... that can be that hopeless to go back to the way it is.

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