Matsuda had taken a quick map before turning on the TV. Skipping past the usual Eighties music videos and My Little Pony reruns, he eventually found the news channel. What Matsuda saw shocked him. On screen, a panicked female news reporter was talking rapidly on screen as blurry pictures showed behind her.
"At 9:00 AM last night, bodies began to rise from their graves. The corpses began walking and then proceeded to start attacking and killing people. Of note seems to be that most of the corpses are those of people killed during the Kira cri…" The newscaster was cut off as she was attacked by a pair of corpses. The screen went fuzzy. Matsuda stared at the TV for five minutes, bottom eyelid twitching erratically. Then he ran out the door screaming.
Aizawa was having a terrible day. First, his car wouldn't start, causing him to have to carpool in Ide's Smartcar. It was especially terrible since due to the car's small size, Aizawa had to be strapped to the top with a bicycle chain. He had lost count of the bugs up his nostrils by the fiftieth insect. There was also the small problem of the dead rising up to consume the flesh of the living, but since that was a common occurrence at his wife's family reunions, Aizawa wasn't too concerned. The day got even worse when Matsuda came running into the police office screaming while wearing a lame cat sweater. Aizawa sighed.
"You know it's Friday, right?" he said. Matsuda looked at the sweater, then looked around with a panicked expression.
"Aizawa! Where are the others?!" he asked. "And shouldn't the zombie apocalypse outside be of more concern than my sweater?!". The police chief simply shrugged as he pointed Matsuda in the direction of a door in the back of the police station. Matsuda ran into the door.
"Ouch" said Matsuda as he opened the door and went inside.
The door led to a rather large and dark underground closet.
"Who's there?!" asked a voice nervously. Matsuda turned on the light switch. He found his fellow police men Mogi, Ide and Yamamoto cowering on the floor.
"Hey, guys, it's just me" said Matsuda.
"That isn't much of a relief" muttered Yamamoto. Ide was the first of them to stand up.
"Um, hi, Matsuda. Do you want to join us in cowering in fear of the monsters outside?" asked Ide. Matsuda looked at his comrades. He looked at the looks of fear on their scared faces. He knew that something had to be done. So Matsuda, our brave hero, gallantly said:
"Yes". And at that, Matsuda joined the others in cowering. They all sat like that together for a good five minutes before a a clattering came from the back of the closet.
"What was that?" asked Yamamoto.
"I think someone should look at it" suggested Matsuda.
"Quick, Nose knows, guys" said Mogi. All the policemen touched their nose while exclaiming "Not It!" At least, all of them except…
"Matsuda's it!" said Ide as he forced our hero to get up and investigate the strange sound.
Matsuda silently crept toward the source of the sound. Seeing nothing, he almost turned back. However, the shinigami materialized behind him.
"Hai" said the shinigami. Matsuda turned around and screamed at it.
"What the heck man! You made me soil myself again!" complained Matsuda. The shinigami stared at Matsuda for a very long time.
"Okay, ew." It said. "Anyway, I just came by to check on you. Well, that and the zombie apocalypse you caused last night."
"I caused what?" asked Matsuda.
"Yeah, that eraser I gave you is a Death Eraser. It was created by the Shinigami King to prevent things like the Kira crisis from happening again. The only problem is that if you use it after the body has reached a certain amount of decay; they're reanimated as cannibal monsters. And you just used it on a bunch of Kira victims" said the shinigami.
"Then why'd you give it to me?" whined Matsuda.
"'Cuz I knew the effect would be hilarious. My names Cuttles, by the way, and I'll be watching your progress. I think you better go back to your buddies now, I hear them calling" replied the shinigami. And with that, Cuttles flew off. Matsuda was left dumb-struck before he ran back to his companions.
"Hi, Matsuda" said Ide as he threw poker chips down. "Who were you talking to?"
"Huh, what, oh, I just, um, practicing for a play" stuttered Matsuda.
"Pretty strange play if it involves someone saying they soiled themselves" commented Yamamoto. "Okay guys, show your hands" Ide put down a two of a kind and Yamamoto put down a bum hand. "What about you, Mogi?" asked Yamamoto. Mogi smiled as he put down his cards.
"Full house" said the quiet officer as he put down his cards. The other two groaned as Mogi took all the chips. Again, Matsuda looked at his fellow officers. He saw that under their poker faces there was a fear for their lives. And unlike last time, Matsuda actually said something useful, unlike the boring fake-out from last time.
"Guys, I think we should contact L. He should know about how to stop this mess. And by L I mean Near" All the others looked at Matsuda with a mix of awe, admiration and 'OMG, Matsuda, why U so stoopid?'
"Um, sure, Matsuda" said Ide. "Why don't you ask Aizawa?" Matsuda stood up, saluted, and ran out the door. Yamamoto looked down at his cards.
"I think I check" he said.
The lumbering corpse stumbled trough the streets of Tokyo. It could smell in the air that it would arrive at its destination soon. The monster looked around, which was very hard considering it was pitch black out and the corpse had no eyes, only randomly glowing sockets. All it saw were the ruined streets, other undead, and a random hobo. It walked towards the homeless person.
"Oh, hello their, might you be interested in sparing a dime?" asked the hobo cheerfully. He did not get a dime, but he did get a stomach full of undead claws. The corpse ripped out the hobo's gastrointestinal tract and began munching on it. The blood-covered horror continued to eat its victim until naught was left except bloody bones. Hunger satisfied, the undead wandered off into the night, leaving the scraps to be consumed by the others. Soon, it would be at its destination.
Whoo! Two fics updated in one day! I feel so proud. So, thanks to a review, I've improved the formatting a bit. So, keep on reviewin'!