Corpse Showdown
chapter 2
Author Notes: whoop whoop thnx Marripossa for reviewing! lets go I do not own MCL.
3rd P.O.V
A shower was just the thing Shishi needed after her tiring trip on the plane. The hot droplets pounding on her back, a sweet aroma of vanilla was rubbed into her aching limbs, relaxing her tense muscles.
She proceeded to lathering her wet hair with strawberries and cream scented shampoo, getting rid of the sweat and dirt from the past two days. It was a relief for the girl to finally find herself back home.
Though the girl absolutely loved her old place, being back in her hometown, it made her feel at peace, as if she belonged. Seeing her friend Candy certainly helped with easing her anxiety to being back. Shishi had a great deal of friends and enemies while living here.
Unsnapping the conditioner bottle top she continued her highway of thoughts, one of her issues was the fact that she thought too much about things. That's when the power went out. Darkness was all Shishi could see.
Turning off the water she reached out, trying to grip for the towel she left laying on the ground. Quickly she wrapped the long cloth around her frame. Stepping cautiously as she fumbled for her clothes.
In a neat little pile on the side of the bathtub, she searched until she felt cool plastic. Turning on her phone she clicked on the light app. It's brightness made things easier. Setting it up against her faucet, she dressed herself in her still clean clothes.
"Alright...now to figure out what happened." Satisfied that she was now covered, she grabbed her phone light. It unnerved her that the power suddenly shut off. When she last got into contact with her folks, she was told that everything was in tip top shape.
And that was only a few days ago. Better to be safe then sorry she grabbed one of her katana blades. Out of all her blades this one was her personal favorite. Black bamboo sheath with a crimson red moon and pink flower petals decorated on it.
It's blade was long and sharp, shining when out of it's case. This was the first sword she ever received and handled. So she knew it well. Strapping the sheath on her waist, the ninja warrior checked out the house. Listening for any kind of movements.
The sun peaked from the windows, still indicating daylight. But still something just felt wrong to the girl She finally decided to breath when she found that there was no one in the house. Still keeping the sword she went to her weapon collection.
She knew it would be foolish on her part to carry more then one sword, especially if it was just a false alarm, but something was just nagging her to be equipped with other weapons. So she grabbed some throwing stars, needles, and clamped two sheathed daggers to her thighs.
Her black and purple kimono covered the weapons. Minus the sword of course. But it couldn't be helped. Her head snapped as she heard screaming outside, she sprinted to the door. Her face revealed pure terror at what she was bearing witness to.
At the school...
"Shit shit shit!" She was running as fast as her legs could take her. Her backpack bounced behind her as the moans and groans began to fade behind her. The screaming, the wails of pain and suffering still echoed through the halls.
It was utter chaos as people and monsters blurred. Castiel and Lysander were on each side of Dusk. It was a nightmare as the rotting flesh stench filled the air. "Kyaaaaaa!" At some point the trio separated. Leaving the girl on her own.
No one had expected this to happen. One moment everyone was doing their own thing during lunchtime, then the next the principal makes the announcement and zombies start marching their way towards the unexpected students and staff.
Those who weren't frozen in place or eaten alive fled. Escaping through the school exits, calling for help, or tried to combat the corpses. Dusk knew two things. One she needed weapons. Two, she needed to get the heck outta there.
Her weapon choices were slim, but she managed to find a paper cutter in her homeroom. Ripping off the sharpened end she felt a bit safer knowing that up until she could either find a better weapon or make it to her house, she had something to protect herself.
Glass was breaking as zombies tried invading through the windows, trying to get inside. Panic, fear, those emotions carried the adrenaline in her veins. She bolted, going as fast as her legs could take her.
However she ran into a face that she hadn't expected. Her face was covered in blood, and her usually pale skin was an almost gray tone. Her brown curls were messy and stained with dirt. Her clothes ripped all over. "C-Candy?"
Blocking Dusks way. Gurgled groans were the only sounds she could make. Claws slammed down, aiming for the teen. But Dusk grasped the situation, dodging out of the way. "Fuck! Sorry Candy!" A split second decision and Candy fell with a sick thud. The metal stuck to her skull. Dusk flinched at the sight.
At the realization of what she just did, agony consumed her being.. 'I...what have I done!?' Her fingers were shaking as she reached for her weapon. Grimacing as she tried pulling it out of Candys' head. Her face was turning green at the smell.
After what seemed like an eternity of hell, she managed to retrieve her weapon. When feet slid right into the hallway. Brown ruffled hair, emerald green eyes and blood on his camo pants. "Oh...shit." It was Kenten Jacobs.
Military punk and Candy's boyfriend. And what's worse...he has a gun in his hand. "Candy!?" He starts aiming. Rage on his face. "Dusk you backstabbing bitch!" Not realizing that Dusk was protecting herself from the zombified brunet, he fires.
Cursing black and blue she flees, bullets flying into the air, nearly hitting her. "Dammit Kenten!" She now had two things to worry about, the zombies, and him! He was chasing her, trying to actually to shoot her. But luck happened to come and save her.
As zombies stumbled his way. He became distracted, focusing on shooting each and every single one in the head. Dusk managed to escape into the autoshop classroom.
Scattered papers and tossed seats. Her gaze checked ever nook and cranny. It was only a miracle that someone actually left a crowbar there for her. Switching to the heavy metal tool she ditched the chopper.
She blazed through the back doors. Tasting freedom, however she learned quickly onwards that the sight outside was just as bad if not worse. Cops were trying to combat the walking dead while escorting civilians to safety.
Limbs, bodies, blood, organs...everything involved in the human body was found laying across the streets. The screams only got louder as she sprinted towards her 's the apocalypse... And no one was truly ready for it.
to be continued
Author Notes: This probably would've turned out better if i didn't get an oversized headache. Anyways I'd like reviews/fav/follows/ but I am grateful for those just reading! Let's see who lives and who dies in this nightmare of survival. Tchao for now.