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A/N: I know this is a little early, and dont be mad if you don't find your OC in this one. It dosen't mean that you havent been excepted.
Allen, Kansas. Northern Heights High School. Z Day, 2:55 PM Central Time.
"God damn eyesight, God damn glasses," Thomas Richards muttered under his breath as he dug through the glove compartment of his truck. Finally he located the glasses and began to slide back out of the truck. He froze when he caught a glace at the passenger side mirror. The scar that was there along his face, running from the middle of his forehead through his left eye to the edge of his left cheekbone, was surrounded by seared flesh. After three years, that mark still struck deep-rooted fear and anger into him.
That mark will remind you of the consciences the next time you feel the need to fraternize with an un-pure race. Those where the words his father had told him after he discovered that Tom had been dating Georgina Lopez, the only girl of Hispanic decent in school at the time. He struck Tom with a piece of metal roughly the size of a chunk of rebar, a piece of metal that was red hot. Tom was not even close to being racist like his father, in fact he was about as neutral as he could get when it came to the issue.
Forcing himself to snap out of the trance, he closed the glove box and shut the door. He shot a glance at Allen, which lay roughly a mile away, just up the road from where he stood now. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and looked up at the sun, relishing in the warmth spring had brought.
His eyes snapped open when he heard a scream.
Northern Heights Chemistry Lab. 2:57 PM Central Time.
Demitri Alice Ririchyio Ari carefully picked up the beaker containing sulphuric acid. Glancing at her lab partner, she thought of all the things she could do to him with the chemical. Granted she didn't like most guys in the first place, but this one was an exception. He acted like an ass to everyone and was a general pig to the girls in school, believing himself to be the best thing since sliced bread. Oh the things she could do before the teacher would ever realize what was going on. But she stopped when she noticed the three names tattooed on her wrist.
You live for their memory. This is what she told herself whenever she felt like doing something that could land her in a heap of trouble. Sometimes she wondered if life would be different if they had never moved from Japan. Her life had gone down hill ever since. The murder of her little sisters at the age of nine, her father murdering her mother at the age of eleven, and her father's death in a prison riot. Then she had been sent here, to a small town in the middle of nowhere. There was only one other person in school from Japan, and he always kept to himself.
Demitri's head shot to the door of the classroom when a bang reverberated around the room.
Northern Heights High School rooftop, 3:00PM Central Time.
Ryou Katsu sat on some ductwork as he looked out at Allen. The small town seemed more busy then usual. It didn't matter much to him, school was soon to let out and then he could go back to his house and take a nap. A scream had emanated from the parking lot a few minutes before. But he ignored it, as people where always pulling pranks on each other around here.
"Oh God! Someone help me!" came a cry from below. Ryou cocked his eyebrow as he stood and made his way to the edge of the roof. What he saw below would haunt him for the rest of his life. Three of the school jocks surrounded a cheerleader, ripping her insides from her gut as she began to cough up blood as she screamed. A pool of blood began to surround them as they feasted on her.
Looking across the parking lot, he noticed a small fight was according. With a closer look, he realized that a single teen was fighting off another group of jocks from the bed of his truck. It wasn't until the deep boom of a shotgun blast rang out that Ryou realized that this was very serous.
Ignoring his usual route back to the ground, he headed for the low overhand over the school's entrance. With a graceful leap, Ryou dropped to the concrete sidewalk and began to run to where the small fight had broken out. He did his best to ignore the jocks enjoying their meal as he entered the maze of cars. Reaching under his black over shirt, he drew his prized wakizashi. He noticed that other bodies littered the parking lot, each one of them having been eating on extensively. Much to his horror, one by one, the bodies began to sit up.
Ryou slid to a halt as the teen in the back of the truck racked another shell into the chamber and pointed the shotgun at him. A split second passed as they stared each other down. The teen then adjusted the shotgun's aim and fired, blowing the head off of another jock that stood behind Ryou. Without so much as thinking, he sprang into action himself, slicing and hacking his way though the group around them whiles the teen covered him with the shotgun.
"Hit them in the head!" called the teen as he brought the shotgun's stock down on a young woman's head. Ryou took his advice and started slicing the heads off of his victims. Much to his horror, Ryou suddenly felt a hand latch onto his hair. But the force that was pulling him back ended with the blast of a shotgun. Spinning around, he found himself face to face with a jock whose jaw and right arm was missing. His eyes where glazed over and his upper row of teeth was smeared with gore and blood. With a single slice, the jock's head rolled away across the parking lot and the fight was over.
"You all right?" asked the teen as he leapt down from the bed of the truck. Ryou nodded as he painted, collecting his breath. He recognized the teen, he was the one many in the school had started calling Jonah Hex due to the scar and seared flesh on his face. Personally, Ryou had felt sorry for the teen, as he knew what it was like to carry a mark that caused you emotional and physical pain.
"I am, are you?" he replied. Tom nodded as finished reloading his shotgun, took Ryou's short sword, and cut off a section of hair on the back of his head. Ryou gave him a look of death until Tom held up a severed hand, still clutching strands of snow-white hair in its death grip. Throwing the hand to the side, Tom returned the sword to Ryou and turned away.
He opened the door on his truck and reached into the glove compartment, put the pair of glasses back and grabbed a belt with a holster on it. He turned and offered the gun belt to Ryou, who shook his head, refusing to take the weapon. Tom shrugged as put the belt on and closed the door.
"Lets go, Ice," he said simply as they started off towards the school entrance.
Northern Heights Chemistry Lab, 3:02 PM
The screams in the hallways intensified as the door was finally broken down. Being swarmed within a blink of an eye, the Chemistry teacher was consumed by a tide of students, her screams cut off by the moans of the infected. Acting purely on instinct, Demitri threw the beaker into the tide of bodies. The unmistakable hissing sound of acid on flesh filled the room as she pulled her softball bat from her things beside her table. She took a stance she had learned in track, forcing herself to remain calm while her fellow students where consumed in the tide of bodies. Here comes the end she thought as she waited for the bodies to advance closer.
Suddenly, the deep boom of a shotgun echoed down the hallway outside, followed closely by the crack of a .22. The bodies, all of them either students or teachers, turned and began to walk back out of the room, to the source of the noise. Turning her attention away from the receding tide, she chose a teacher who was chewing on the lung of a student not ten feet away.
"Hey, can you put down the manwitch for a moment you old bastered," she said as she took a firm grip on her bat. The teacher looked up at her, his lifeless glazed over eyes looking in her general direction. With a shout, she swung the bat and caved in his nose. The teacher reared back from the blow but didn't go down. With another swing, the teacher finally collapsed, blood and brain matter oozing out of the caved in sections on his face.
Turning away from the now truly dead corpse, she began to swing her way through the small crowd that had gathered at the doorway. She didn't kill them; just hit them with enough force to knock them out of the way. Reaching the doorway, Demitri could partly see through the wall of bodies that surrounded her. It was Ryou and Tom who were drawing the crowd away from her.
"Demitri! Lets go!" called Ryou as he sliced the head off of nearby corpse. With two forceful swings, Demitri broke free of the crowd and raced to the others. Racking another shell into the chamber, Tom fired his shotgun from the hip. Three of the closest corpses were sent sprawling, tripping up others as they landed.
"That should buy us some time," he muttered as they turned away from the classroom door. Walking quickly though the hallway, they came across a flight of stairs and a teacher. The teacher was clutching his shoulder and stumbling slightly, blood leaked though his fingers.
"Weapons? Don't you know that weapons are not allowed on school property?" the teacher asked in a dream like voice. Tom sighed as he drew his revolver.
"You've been bitten," he said, his voice containing no emotion. The teacher coughed slightly, then vomited a large amount of blood.
"What makes you think that?" the teacher asked, gasping for breath as blood ran down his lower lip.
"I've seen those symptoms before," Tom said very plainly as he thumbed the revolver's hammer and fired. The bullet drilled the teacher in between the eyes; the now lifeless body fell backwards down the stairs. As he lower the gun, the three of them took notice of Allen now, as they looked though the window across from them. Large pillars of black smoke rose above the town, the flickering orange of flames could just be seen at their base.
"My God, Koto's in there," whispered Ryou in horror. Tom started down the stairs.
"Well Ice, lets go get Koto," he said. Ryou gave him a look.
"Why would you bother to help anyone but yourself?" he asked. Tom shrugged as holstered the revolver and put a new shell in his shotgun.
"I'm in a helpful mood," he replied.
