I do not own Highschool of the dead I make no money from this it is a fanfiction and not for profit.
You Can Sleep When You're Dead
Chapter 2: Dropping in For Tea
I had been staying in the workshop for the last 3 days, living in the office and using the small kitchen. To be honest living in a workshop and washing in a sink, you would think would be any man's dream. But let me tell you the reality sucks.
I had been watching the carnage, on the news well what was left of it and from looking on from the roof of my workshop.
It was all happening before me, from protesters getting shot to people being overwhelmed in slow motion attacks from mobs. Of well the only way to describe their attackers, I can think of and as crazy as this sounds. (I even had to check on my on sanity, for the reason I came up with) Is they are zombies, as in zombies from the films you watch as a teen to scare the shit out yourself.
Now I came to this conclusion yesterday after watching one particular attack at the end of the street. Where a woman was attacked, by a group of five zeds. She had fought off the first with a wooden plank, only to be garbed from behind by another.
The poor bitch never stood a chance. I felt sorry for her as I watch her demise as several bit into her flesh. The blood curdling high pitched screams I'm sure will haunt me for a bit, after seeing her die in such a horrible way, I think it would anyone and I'm normally pretty numb to that sort of thing.
Now here is the kicker, the attack suddenly stopped and the four remaining zeds stood up and stepped back from their meal. I watched their victim convulse for a bit, only to rise again and go on her own munch fest with the other four. So this is where my theory of the word is fucked and it's all about zombies had comes from.
As time marched on, it was beginning to become clear that the establishment, of the police and JSDF had not fared well the last few days, most where either dead or turned as for the rest god only knows where they were.
The news was becoming spotty at best, with the only advice was; to stay in your homes. Good advice if you ask me. But it looks like I may have to go out soon. I was running low on food having only just moved in and this being a workshop; it was not like I had a lot to begin with.
So with the cheery thought in my head of, well you are going to have to get some gear or starve. I started to plan what my next move.
keeping the plan as simple as I could splitting it into phases, applying the training I had been given adapting it as best I could to the situation.
Phase 1: check what gear I will need to take with me. To keep myself as light as possible for mobility and speed, this is key in in any hit for a fast escape and the relation for light and fast now was a bloody good idea.
The equipment I decided on will be a one of silenced five seven pistols, in a shoulder holster it will have 4 x 20 round magazines spare plus one in the gun with one round in the chamber, Giving me 101 rounds total. More than enough to get to the store, in the next street and back. This would be concealed under my bike jacket, so as not to draw any attention to them. After all this is Japan and gun control is very strict, the pistols I have are not legal. The last thing I need is for some surviving cop to bust me, I may be a hitman but I'm not about to murder some cop if I can help it.
Next was something cool, or so I thought. Having observed survivors for the last day or two, they were using makeshift clubs, spears and even swords to protect themselves from the zeds. I liked this thinking so I got out of my gear one of my own swords one of a pair of ninjaken,for close encounters and to keep the noise down. I strapped this to my back diagonally so the hilt was next to my right shoulder and the tip near my left hip. Again blade control in japan is strict.
But I had registered them, so that I could attend a dojo I had signed up to, in order to further my kenjitsu skills but the paper work for them was in my flat. So to try and hide this a bit I put my back pack over the top of this, hoping that any cop will understand the sword. As just about every other person I have seen has one.
A pair of tan cargo trousers', a non-described black t-shirt and a pair of Lowa walking boots finished off what I had.
Phase 2: plan the route to the store, try and avoided the small groups of them, that are wandering about. As I got out my street map, that I had picked up when doing the tourist thing. I thought to myself that this will be easier said than done. I have no clue about the zeds and what they will do if they see me. The only thing that I could tell, form my observations is that they don't move very quick, but in large groups they would soon overwhelm you.. It took me all of 10 minutes to map and plan my route.
Phase 3 get only what I need. Food, Water and if I can gas for my camping stove to heat food as I don't see their being utility's for much longer at this rate, depending how the gas and electric companies are doing in all this.
Phase 4: route back. Take a different route back as quiet as possible to avoid them and anyone else, more survivors means more problems.
So with myself geared up and my plan made. I took the ladder up to my roof pulling it up after me.
I started to take in all that was going on around tuning into my surroundings looking at all details large and small.
The air was thick with the smells of burning homes and cars added to that was the putrid smell of death and decay that hung in the air so thick that you could cut it.
There were small groups of Zeds giving of the occasional moan and groan, just standing there as if not to have a care in the world.
This gave the whole city an eerie and sinister feel to it. It truly was the apocalypse.
But on the plus side, it was a nice sunny day out got to think positive after all, with that thought I said under my breath "better get moving before the four horsemen show up"
Keeping low on the roof, so to avoid being seen by them, or other survivors. I move to the narrow alley between the workshop and off ramp for the highway. Checking all was clear in the ally I then lowered the ladder and got down taking the ladder down again, putting it on the floor at the end of the ally covering it over with some trash that was in there.
I moved to the entrance of the ally quietly saying my prayer to myself.
"Yea though I walk into the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil for my gun and sword accompany me and all evil shall fear me for they do not know who they are fucking with."
And for once I meant it as if this was the end of the world a bit of the divine may actually help.
With all my superstitions done and taking a deep breath I set off jogging to the store.
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The tip of the bokken came close to breaking the speed of sound, as it connected with the head of one of them in a crushing blow, swiftly it was reversed so as to swing it quickly to the side of the head of the next zombie causing this one's head to shatter in a shower of brown blood and brain.
The wooden sword that moved so fast that it would make the air whistle as it passed belonged to a slim, violet haired girl named Saeko. She would have been repulsed at the sight, if it was not for the fact she was fighting for hers and her friend lives.
She was currently trying to buy time for her group, as the rest fought them.
The Humvee driven by that ditz of a nurse sensei Shizuka came to an abrupt halt skidding halt, crashing into a high tension wire fence. Throwing one of their group Rei a girl to the ground injuring her back,
She was now getting tended to in a strange way by Komuro-kun. He was using her boobs as a leaning post, to fire her rifle from. He was not hitting much but air as his bullets whizzed past so close to Saeko she thought he might shoot her having just had from what she could tell from the concussion as the bullets passed two close calls.
On top of the hummer, Kohta the gun nut, was taking to Alice. He was trying to convince her to jump to the other side of the wire fence, but was not having much luck. But Saeko was thinking fuck the little girl and start shooting at least you can hit these things.
The last member of their group Saya was trying to work the shotgun that Komuro had dropped but the self-confessed genius was not having much luck ether. Things where looking grim for them.
At that moment Saeko came up with a plan she shouted to Komuro "Get everyone to the fence I'll try and distract them." With that she fought her way forward towards the stair up to the highway, ignoring his protests and making as much noise as she could to draw them off she was hoping that her sacrifice would buy them enough time.. Komuro then tried to fight his way to her but had to move back as he was getting mobbed by them.
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It was looking bad.. very bad after all this time surviving and moving all my new friends my only friends were looking like they were about to die at the hands of them, if that was to happen god no I couldn't… I have to help somehow…. I started to try and fight my way back to them but the noise that I had been making had drawn more of them to me. The task even for me was imposable, all I could do was fight and watch and hope something good will happen.
At that moment when it looked like it would soon be all over. There was a shout from some people dressed in fire fighting gear, firing some sort of water cannons at them. They were saved by luck or divine intervention but in no doubt I was going to thank kami the next time I could, but at least they were saved. Now to just save myself there is no way I'm getting to them the way I came.
I hear Saya, she is shouting to me and pointing to the big house on the top of the hill "my house is at the top of the hill meet us there come to my house!." I wave to my new friends a conformation pointing toward the hill she lives on.
"Yes that way" She shouted out to me.
Then with that information I run off towards the large house. On my way there I kill more of them. But as much as I do enjoy it I am getting tired, I need some where to rest soon for a bit. I jump from one of them to the next swinging my bokken with deadly accuracy. As I run from a mob killing any of them that get in my way. As I run I notice a small gap, I can jump across to an isolated rooftop of a small industrial building. "Perfect!" I shout out panting to myself. Somewhere safe to rest, A bit of time to catch my breath.
lining myself up with my sanctuary Quickening my pace as I sprinted towards the crash barrier, springing off the road to the low fence at the side of the road, jumping from the highway to the roof curling up into a ball and tumbling over myself to land on my feet, but I messed up my landing.
Rolling over into a skylight, with a crash as the glasses shatters under my momentum, falling straight through it. Screaming on my way down, as I felt some of the glass cut me deep on the leg and back. Luckily something no… someone broke my fall as I heard him shout in English "WHAT THE FUCK!"
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The trip to the store had been largely uneventful, but also a learning experience. As I jogged down to the store observing the zeds close up.
For one I found out several things about the zeds. For a start they are blind I passed close to some of them but as I was quiet they did not move. I had seen why. Their eyes where glazed over in an almost pure white, Blinding them, that was one big help.
Next was they are slow and I mean very slow, more stumbling and shuffling than walking. Some would just crawl ether by some strange choice, or because of injuries to the legs, their hands warn down to the bone.
Their one strength though was hearing any noise would gain attention from the zeds. Form my footsteps if I was too loud, or some noise in the distance. This however worked in my favour, as I found that if you throw something making a noise they would walk towards it, opening the opportunity to slip past them undetected.
Finally you have to shoot the fuckers in the head if you want to kill one this I discovered when I got to the store. There were four of them inside the little grocery shop.
Pulling out my pistol to bring it up into a firing position, thumbing off the safety at the same time I lined up the sights onto the chest and pulled the trigger twice sending two rounds of muffled 5.7 into its chest. After that I then turned to the next one repeating the same double tap to the heart.
But as I stared to line up on the third I noticed the first one getting back up. The fuck that should of dropped him dead. I backed off a little, so as to give myself some room, as the four of the zeds where now lumbering towards me, drawn by the muffled sound of the pistol report and the sound of the action moving. I relined up on the first, but this time sending one carefully aimed round to the zombies head. The round smashed through the creatures head, with a nice neat hole in its forehead and a large hole as the back of its skull blew out sending blood and brain mater to rain over the zeds behind and over the store. It dropped down after that a lifeless blooded mess.
"OK that works. Get up from that you bastard" I then proceeded to finish off the other three, with the same single shot to the head.
With the zeds dead, I look around and realise I have not much time as the noise I had created started to draw in more of them.
Always wanted to do a trolley dash looks like today is my day, so with that happy thought I took off my day sack opened it and proceeded to fill it with what I needed for the next few days running round the store like a lunatic filling up on as much convenience food as I could get my grubby little mit's on.
I exited the back of the store, the front getting too much attention from them for my likening, and a small crowd had gathered trying to get in.
On exiting I came face to face with 2 more zeds blocking my way. Groaning to myself I pulled my sword from its scabbard as I did not want to make more noise and get more unwanted attention.
Moving the sword into a reversed grip, I then swinging it up cutting off the front of the zeds head. Pivoting on the balls of my feet swing back round to stab the tip if the blade into the face of the next." Not the cleanest way of killing but it gets the job done" I say to myself as I look at the blood now on my clothes, then with a grunt I run off back to the workshop and some tasty instant ramen and tea.
On my way back I summarised my finding to myself. They can't see, they can't feel, their very slow but have the hearing of a dog. My final conclusion was; do not underestimate the fuckers. In a mob they could overwhelm you. Always leave an escape route avoid dead ends and try and stay in the open.
On arriving back at my temporary home, I could hear a fire fight going on not too far away. Looks like some survivors are fighting back I thought, but deciding to ignore it thinking it was none of my concern, as I am no Hero.
Standing on my roof top for 15 minutes, to observe that I had not been followed the shooting in the distance stopped, I muttered "hope they made it." After one last look around I started down to my shop, to put away my loot for the day.
I had put the kettle on, to heat the water for some tea if it's one thing the Japanese do well its' tea. then I tried to find some more news on the TV and radio.
Just as I was putting myself to rights, relaxing and about to enjoy my drink. There was this almighty crash from above me, as a body dropped onto me from the skylight, covering me in a body and glass.
Thinking somehow one of them got in I shouted "What the fuck" grabbing my pistol from my holster I twisted and kicked away, from the body that decided to drop in. rolling over to right myself onto one knee and trusting my pistol into a firing position, the click to tell me I had just removed the safety.
I took aim and Just as I was about to pull the trigger I stopped as the body said one word "help." She looking up at me with pain in her eyes. Wait a minute Her and a good looking her too.
She had long violet hair the fringe cut into a V and a pretty face with piercing blue eyes. She was dressed in not the most conservative gear I have ever seen a white shirt trimmed in green a black leather mini skirt with a split all the way to the top and her legs had black stocking held up by a garter belt and high leather boots my first impression was… well it was why are you dressed like that. It was like some girl had decided fuck it; it's the end of the world so let's just dress how the fuck I like and today I like to dress in a way that father will not approve.
At that point I noticed she was bleeding badly. She asked for help again dragging me out of my trance. I looked to her and said in my most serious of tones and said, what was probably one of the most stupid things I have ever said
"You know if you wanted a cup of tea, there are easier ways to get one"
With that she smiled a little and blacked out.
Authors note.
Second chapter of version 2. Please review so I can see what you all think, compared to the last version. I am aiming to post about 2 chapters a week until I run out of buffer then down to 1. I will also finish this as I don't like to leave things half done.
