Nations of the Dead

by salena98

SYOC, still open! On the day before the world came to an end, no one was even thought that something like this could happen. Follow these teen as they try to survive the Dead, and the world around them, having to stick together, when the Dead aren't the only things out there. Rating will go up. The original H.O.T.D will be brought in. SYOC Story!

2. Act 1: Day before the Dead

A/N: Hey guys if you want me to bring in a zombie family member, tell me! So now I hope you all enjoy seeing some of the characters submitted and their interactions with each other! I will make more of these this is just like while the Zombies are still building up, ok? Please do keep sending Chara's though; I'll put them some where! Also know that I am treating these like the actual episodes, enjoy! Also if you have multiple chara's one of your chara's will likely be killed, sorry that's how it goes. Oh! One more thing! The zombies will be the same as the canon, but there will be some original stuff too!

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Chapter 1: Act 1; The Day before the Dead

Normal POV

~The day before the world came to an end, I acted out my daily life, not knowing that our lives were about to change forever~

A cool summer wind blew across the front of the school allowing the students that were just now arriving; a fresh cool reprieve from the dry heat that had covered the area.

Girls and boys dressed in their school uniforms chatted with each other, about normal things like hair or gossip or something else as they entered FujimiHigh school

A blue haired girl walked through the entrance, some of the groups of girls near her moving away, as their conversations became more hushed in tone.

The girl sighed and she kept walking; a smile appeared on her face as she rejoiced about her Archery team's after school practice today.

Suddenly someone bumped into her making her drop her books on the ground. She crouched down gathers her fallen materials as the group responsible laughed at their accomplishment.

She growled slightly in anger as she placed the papers she'd been carrying safely in her bag.

As she reached for the last paper a shoe came down on it barely missing her hand.

She looked up to the owner of said foot. It one of the jocks on the basketball team but no one that she specifically recognized.

"You're on my paper." She told him flatly.

"So?" He was wearing an infuriating smirk, staring straight back into her heated glare. Several of the students around these two stopped waiting for the fight that could happen at any moment.

The girl stood up still holding her glare at the older boy.

"So, it's my paper, I need it for class." His smirk grew more sinister, and he turned his foot rubbing the paper in the dirt. He then reached down, grabbing the paper, and handed it to her.

She snatched the paper from him doing her best to wipe off most of the dirt before putting it into her bag.

"Asshole."

She began to move away but not before hearing him yell out to her, "Freak!"

At this she turned a shark like grin on her face, freaking out some of the other students. She bowed stilled wearing her smirk.

"And proud of it!" She then turned back around and entered the school.

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The patter of footsteps echoed down the hallway behind, as the girl leaned against the railing of the stair case.

She sighed softly, a cool wind brushing through her blue locks. She was somewhat tall with an average figure. She had warm copper eyes, and short messy electric blue hair, framing her pale complexion well.

Her name was Miosku Ketura, or Mio to her friends, and she was currently ditching her first class of the day, something she had become accustomed to doing.

"Hey!"

She shot up with a start, the sudden addition of sound spooking her. She turned to see her teacher coming towards her. Specifically the teacher of the class she was currently skipping. "What are you doing out here Mio?"

He crouched down beside her, a sympathetic look showing in his brown eyes. (A/N: This story is NOT going there, no, just no. Their relationship is strictly platonic. He is a father figure, and that would be wrong in so many ways!)

A few strands of his long black hair that had escaped his hair tie tumbled over his shoulder, barley visible over his black suit outfit.

Her spooked expression turned to a more normal one as she recognized the teacher. "Watabe Sensei…I-I was just-"

"Now we both know you weren't just on your to my class, besides you know that I prefer my students to call me Mr. Shiori instead." He offered her a hand up, smiling at her kindly. "Now do you want to explain why you're ditching my class?"

She scratched the back of her had sheepishly, "W-well, I umm…" "Is someone bothering you again, or did something happen with your dad?"

His tone became more serious at this, and she looked away, "No, nothing happened. It doesn't matter…"

"If you ever need someone to talk to just remember, I'm here for you." He smiled again, she took his hand, and he pulled her up.

He then opened the door not far from where she was standing; leading to the floor on which his classroom was located on, "Well then, let's go to class, ok?"

"Okay." The two walked inside, letting the door slam shut behind them.

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(Yes, I had to..)

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Mr. Shiori entered the room quietly so to not as disturb the class in their labs. Mio entered soon after, her backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder as she made her way to her desk.

Mr. Shiori thanked the teacher's aid for the help before sitting down at his desk, "Mio, since Nate doesn't have a partner you can work with him for today."

Mio muttered a small 'thank you' before grabbing her notes and grabbing her equipment. She walked over by where Nate was, before putting on her goggles.

Nate had shaggy brown hair that was just barely long enough to cover the pale skin on his forehead, and deep hazel eyes, that were even visible through the slightly scratched up goggles, and seemed to have a ring of gold around them.

"So, umm…Hi, my name is Nate Manning." He offered her his hand awkwardly, not really sure exactly what to do in this situation.

She took his hand and shook it, feeling just as awkwardly as he was, "Miosku Ketura, or Mio, whatevs."

"Hey so did you hear?" The two girls closest to Nate and Mio began chatting, the rest of the class going on with their own discussions, not pairing the girls any mind.

"Yeah, I heard that a whole family went missing."

"I heard they found blood all over the house, but no bodies."

"It's super creepy!"

"I know right? And what about those videos about the people in America eating each other!"

"Maybe all those guys should stop sniffing the bath salts!"

"I know right!"

Mio and Nate shared a look, one that expressed exactly what they both were thinking. 'Well fuck'.

The girls' conversation on the subject ended just like that, as they moved on to more 'important' subjects. Mio and Nate got back to their lab work, and soon enough the bell rang signaling their next class period.

Mio gathered up her books, waving a small goodbye to Nate as she left.

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A girl walked down the hallway, her dark brown eyes downcast, as her brown hair bobbed behind her in a messy bun against her fair skin.

Her thumbs moved at almost a break neck pace, quickly typing up the letters of a text and then sending it, before entering her English class. The teacher looked up at her arrival, as the bell had rang five minutes ago.

"Well Ms. Winters how nice of you to join us, please take your seat, I wouldn't want you to miss anything!" The teacher, Mr. Mitsuzuki (Haha! Suzuki is a car! Ha!) said smiling with a singsong voice.

Mr. Mitsuzuki or Mr. Yoshi (Haha! It's a dinosaur! Ha!) as some of his students called him, had a thin lanky form, with a latte complexion. He also had long messy olive green hair, and golden brown eyes, and unfortunately due to his timid nature was usually taken advantage of.

Robin looked out the window next to her, watching the students in gym running laps around the track field. An obnoxious mess of bright blue hair caught her attention. She recognized the owner as Mio Ketura, a sophomore in class 1-A, who was currently lapping a couple of juniors.

She caught movement at the trees, just beyond the fence around the track area, but as she looked for the source, nothing was there. (If you can guess what it is you get something special. And a hint, it is not going to be the most obvious thing) She shrugged going back to watching the kids running. One kid in particular caught her eye. (*Groans* More chara describing!) He was tall and lean, with dark colored skin, something uncommon to see at this school. (Or really in most anime's)

His black dreadlocks were tied back into a pony tail, and as he rounded the corner she could make out a long scar on his temple, not far from his dark brown eyes. His white T-shirt was soaked with sweat, sticking to his skin, and showing off his well defined six-pack.

She elbowed her friend who was sitting next to her. "Hey who's that hotie?"

Her friend leaned over, looking at the aforementioned 'hotie'. "Him? That's Nathan, or Nate, Gallows."

Robyn nodded, "Uh huh, and what grade is he in?"

"He's a junior, in class 4-B. Why you think he's cuuute..?" Her friend gave a playful nudge before moving back to gather her books.

A smile played at Robin's lips as the bell rang, "Maybe."

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"And thrust, and strike, and block! Thrust, and strike, and block-" The door of the practice room opened to reveal Phil Angelo.

His dark brown eyes shined with embarrassment, as he entered, quite obviously late. His lean body was covered in the protective uniform, the black fabric blending nicely against his olive tanned skin. His unruly short dark brown hair was barely visible beneath his helmet.

"So nice of you to join us, now if you're not too busy join formation with the other students. The instructor's eyes were cold and humorless as he watched Phil get in line with the other students and began the drill.

The kendo teacher watched Phil's form as an idea popped into his mind. "Easton!" Phil's attention snapped right to the teacher at that that.

"I want you and Luki to fight, I wish to study the differences in your style of fencing compared to our style of kendo." The teacher backed up allowing the two competitors some room.

Felix Luki was fairly tall, and had fair skin underneath all that Kendo gear. He had light messy brown hair, with a curl in the back, and light purple eyes.

The two squared off each other, each of them landing blows on the other. While most of Phil's were around the chest, most of Luki's were around the neck, and head. Until finally; the teacher raised a hand ending their spar.

The two boys were breathing hard as the teacher addresses them, "Luki, your balance still needs some work, but never the less. Good work, go cool off." Felix nodded before moving for the changing rooms to grab some water.

"Easton!" he turned towards Phil now, "While your form is impressive, you must land a hit here," he tapped Phil's collar, "or here," he now tapped on Phil's helmet, shaking it slightly, "to score a point." Phil nodded and it was at this moment that Felix came back out.

"Luki, excellent timing, now I want you and Easton to go again and this time," he looked pointedly towards Phil, "remember what I told you."

As soon as the teacher moved out of the way the two boys began again, but this time Phil's striked more at the collar and head. They continued like this until after having bruised each other quite thoroughly. The teacher finally ended the fight, allowing them to go change just before the bell rang.

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Mae wondered around the school yard, dragging a fair skinned hand through her long frizzy, fire red hair. God it was so boring having a free period.

Green eyes snapped up from their place on the ground as she heard sounds of commotion.

She rushed over to the source, finding a boy with black hair with a single lock trialing down his face, surrounded by a couple of older boys.

He had a fairly strange look too. Even from here, which wasn't really all that far, she could see that his left eye was blue and his right eye was red.

He had a fairly lean build though, and nice olive colored skin. Though there was still the matter of the large dark blue teardrop on his left cheek, and his gold nose ring.

As the older boys began to get physical, Mae started to walk forward, but before she could intervene she heard someone yell out, "Hey!"

Before a girl with messy electric blue hair ran out pushing a few of the guys out of the way as she stood defensively in front of who Mae could only assume was her friend.

Mae listened as the girl yelled at the older boys, threatening several, disturbing punishments if anything was done to the boy 'Vic', with Vic adding some of his own creepy threats if anything happened to her.

Then to Mae's amazement the guys backed off, muttering something about it 'not worth their time'. Mae ran over to the wild girl and her friend.

"Hi my names Maeve O'Reilly, but you can just call me Mae."

The girl responded warily, "I'm Mio Ketura, and this is Vic," she pointed back to the dark haired boy behind her.

"Wow! That was sooo cool!" Mae's eyes lit up as she exclaimed that thought.

"Soooo what are you two doing out here?" Mae asked curiously.

"Free period." The two said at the same time.

Mae laughed, eliciting a confused reaction from Vic and Mio. "You guys are so cute, like a couple!"

"What!" Vic and Mio spoke in tandem again, making Mae burst out laughing.

"Stop that!"

"No you!"

"No you!"

"Grrr…IT'S NOT FUNNY!"

As the two continued to speak at the same time, Mae laughed even harder.

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"Now everyone I hope that you're reading for the big test tomorrow."

Most of the class groaned, but not Shinji Kanzaki, as he was currently zoning out, his ipod turned up full blast as the red ear buds vibrated slightly in his ears.

Shinji's razor sharp, black hair shined in the remaining sunlight, a few strands hanging over his light olive skinned forehead.

A sigh went through his athletic build, giving off the appearance of him being relaxed.

He opened his dark colored eyes as he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked up to see another student tapping his shoulder.

Shinji pulled out one of his ear buds, to ask the kid what he wanted just as the teacher announced something else.

"Now remember to review chapters five and six for the test." Shinji was tapped on the shoulder again as he looked back to who it was, and saw that it was just Troy.

Troy had steel blue hair, which was tied back with a navy blue bandana. He had fair skin a slim well defined figure, and aqua blue eyes.

"What song are you listening to?" Troy asked.

Shinji just shrugged looking at the screen. "Its Ultranumb-blue stahli metal revision, why?"

Shinji looked back at Troy expecting an answer, but Troy just shrugged, in a similar manner to how Shinji had, "Just curious."

At that moment the bell rang, Troy and Shinji both packed up their books silently and left. To be honest Shinji was grateful, mainly because, frankly, he didn't know what to say next.

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Mio walked around the outside of the school until she reached (._.) *Giggle*) the outside of the gym. You could hear voices and movement coming from inside.

Mio raised her hand knocking on the door a little. No answer. She knocked a bit harder this time, and this time the door opened allowing her in.

Inside there were girls and boys, some were checking their own bows, some were checking other's bows, and some were just hanging out.

Mio went over into the corner of the room, unstrapping her bow and arrows from her bag. Her bow was pitch-black in color, made out of a strong but flexible material so as to allow it to shoot the arrows powerfully and effectively.

Mio looked up as she heard footsteps closing in on her. As she looked up she recognized the girl with grey eyes, long shiny midnight colored hair, and pale white skin as Kira, or Kai Avilov. (GROOOOAAANN! SO MUCH CHARA DESCRIBING!)

"Hey Miosku." Kai sat down next to her, brandishing her own silver and green bow.

Mio sighed, "You that you can just call me Mio, right?"

"Yeah, but I like your full name better any way." She gave Mio a smile while taking particular interest in her bow. "Ooooh, what's that?"

Mio gave her a small goofy smile. "This is the black revenge!" Mio realized she may have talked a bit loudly since a lot of people looked at her oddly for her outburst. "Oh Kami I hope that doesn't sound racist." Mio mumbled self consciously.

"Hey Mio you-" But Kai was cut off by the Archery teams coach, Mrs. Tsuchiyama.

"Everyone! Listen, now I'm sure most of you already know about the competition next Friday, but since some of you may not I will take this moment to clarify. We will be competing against seven other schools, this year the competition will be held at Sukimoru High. You do bot have to worry about paying; it will all be covered by the school. (Even though it's not relevant to the story because of the zombie stuff, Fujimi High is a private school, which means the parents have to pay for their kids to go. So yeah, I'm pretty sure the school pays for it.) We will be staying at the Gyokusho hotel, as we will be gone for three days. I already have all your permission slips and everything, so we're ready to go. Now any questions?"

No one raised their hands and the coach looked pleased by this. "Alright then today we're going to practice so I want you all to pair up, go." The students went to get into pairs.

Kai looked at Mio, "So do you want to-"

"Sure." Mio interrupted, knowing exactly what the other would say.

As the two followed the rest of the class outside to the 'shooting range' Mio asked, "Hey umm…What was it that you were gonna ask me earlier?"

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There was a small group of people in the almost empty parking lot, about ten or eleven of them. (That's a small group right?)

All of them watching the fight in front of them, it was two boys,(If this fight seems similar I was inspired by The Dead since this is the main chara from that story, and this chara was Pm-ed to me, I've already read the beginning and now I can't think of any other way I'd rather introduce him, but keep in mind this fight will turn out differently. *Snicker*) one was a jock; he had short cropped brown hair, amber eyes and tan skin. He had a well toned muscular figure that was barley scratched, his name was Josh Quigg.

The other was, though still standing, obviously hurt. He had a light brown crew cut hair, pale green eyes, though one of them was swelling up, and slightly pale, fair skin.

He had bruises all over his skinny, and slightly muscular form, his name was Gregory Tyndall, or Grim.

The surrounding students cheered, calling for more blood. Josh swung hard and fast catching Grim in the jaw and making his head snap back a little.

The jock struck again, landing another blow to Grim's cheek, the skin breaking open. Blood leaked from a busted lip, and he smiled, his teeth showing a pinkish white from the blood leaking into his mouth.

"Is that all you've got, my six year old sister can hit-" the reaction was instantaneous, a fist flew into his stomach, knocking him down, and taking the wind out of him.

The bully kicked him in the ribs and stomach a few times, Grim, not quite having his breath back, just smiled up at the other boy.

The older boy kicked Grim in the stomach again as a sharp tone cut through the air, "STOP!" A girl ran into the fray and stood in front of Grim protectively. (It's not who you think it is.)

She had wavy lavender colored hair that reached her mid back, and soft grey eyes. Her very fair skin complemented by the moonlight.

She was obviously from another school as she currently wore a different uniform. She had on a white button up dress shirt underneath a grey blue button up jacket.

With a light blue skirt that had darker blue plaid lines crisscrossing over it, a red tie with the same plaid lines on it, and dark blue shoes with white socks.

The jock as well as several other students had questioning looks on their faces. "What the fuck are you doing?" She growled out her eyes holding a dangerous glint to them.

He narrowed his eyes at her, glaring. He quickly threw a punch at her, half hoping she'd get hit, and half hoping she'd move.

But neither of these things happened, instead she caught his fist in her hand, shifted her left foot behind his, and flipped him.

The air was silent, but as expected Josh got back up, this time more pissed off than ever. He repeatedly tried to hit the strange girl, only to miss or get hit right back.

He charged at the girl again, this time she kicked him in the stomach, knocking the air right out of him.

Once he could breathe again, instead of attacking again, he glared at the girl and Grim and walked away. The group of students soon left as well either I their own cars or with the Jock.

She helped Grim into a sitting position before sitting down herself.

"So what happened?" The girl asked as she picked up a plastic bag that was sitting a little ways away in the grass. She walked over and pulling out some napkins, began to clean off the blood from the boy in front of her.

Grim chewed on his lip as he thought over what to say; well that was until the girl whapped him on the head slightly. "Ow! What was that for?" He whined.

"You'll hurt your lip worse. Stop chewing on it!" She wiped his bleeding lip, making him wince slightly.

"Thanks for the help…." He trailed off, realizing that he didn't actually know her name.

"My names Lav, and its ok. Honestly I brought all this," she gestured towards the plastic bag of napkins, "just incase my friend had gotten into a fight today. I'm only here to pick her up after all."

Grim smiled, "I'm Gregory, but you can call me Grim." He outstretched a hand which she carefully took.

She lifted up his shirt and winced at the formation of bruises there. "Man, that looks really bad," suddenly an idea popped into her head, she picked up her plastic bag and stood up, pulling Grim along with her, "c'mon, I know my friend can help."

She dragged Grim over to by where the gym was, where students were just starting to filter out. As soon as the doorway was open Lav pulled Grim in.

She found Mio in the corner just packing away her stuff. "Hey Mio!" Her friend looked back, taking notice of the beaten up boy.

"Kohana-chan, please tell me you didn't catch another boy." Mio snickered at her friend's irritation from that comment.

"Ok that was one time! And no, he got in a fight out back, but he's pretty bruised up. Do you think you could take a look?"

Grim looked questioningly at the two. "Fine." Mio sighed as she got up and walked over to the duo.

"So where is the bruising the worst?" Lav lifted up the boy's shirt, showing a mass of bluish black bruises along his chest and stomach.

"Yeah I see what you mean, now have you had any trouble or pain breathing in?" Grim shook his head 'no'.

She poked around his chest some, eliciting some less than manly squeals from the boy. "Ok well it doesn't seem that you bruised the ribs or any thing. The bruises seem to just be superficial. You're lucky, if the ribs were bruised or you had a contusion, it'd take about three or four weeks to heal. But still you're gonna want to put ice on those bruises, and then make sure you get rest. And most importantly don't get hit there for a while! Ok?"

Grim nodded, offering his thanks for the help. "Hey do you want me to drive you home?" Lav offered but Grim said no, and walked out of the gym.

Mio turned to Lav, "So my place or yours?"

Lave just shrugged. "Hmm…I dunno. What about yours?"

Mio's eyes darkened. "I'd rather not. My dad's been being an ass lately."

"Again?" Lav sighed.

"Yeah he made me walk to school today!" Lav gave that statement a curious look before she thought about the rest of the details.

"But don't you live across the bridge? That would be, like a five hour walk!" Mio's expression became even darker. "Okay, my place it is."

The two exited the school, Lav pulled Mio's motorcycle around and Mio jumped on the back. Soon enough they were speeding through the city.

Mio allowed her eyes to slip shut. Only the soft purring of the motorcycle and the feel of soft fabric on her fingers registered to her as she 'zoned out'. Eventually the purr of the motor stopped, and a sharp voice brang Mio back to reality.

"Mio! C'mon we need to go inside!" Mio nodded, only now feeling how drained she was. They moved to Motorcycle into the garage, locking the door before going into the house.

The house was silent, with a sweetly familiar scent running through it. The pair ascended the stairs going to the top floor.

As they neared Lav's room Mio noticed that her brother's bedroom light was on. But they entered Lav's bedroom, closing the door behind them without a word.

Mio's cot was already out, as she frequently stayed here, of course the same could be said about Lav and her house.

Mio managed to mumble out a good night before she passed out on the small bed. Lav smiled, her friend was so cute when she was asleep. Lav rolled under the covers and she too fell asleep.

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