Author's Note:

Disclaimer: I do not own High school Of The Dead.


I open my eyes, groaning from the lingering pain on my head that bled, as I felt blood running down my cheek. As I open my eyes a bright light blurs my vision and I squinted from the sudden radiance until my eyes adjusted.

When it did, I was greeted my two adult men and from what I can tell, they're armed.

"Wakey wakey." Said a deep voice that must've come from one of them. Before I know it, someone wakes me up with a hard slap to my face which made my head swing right. I groan once more feeling the stinging pain that remained on my cheek.

As my senses came back to me, I try to stand from what I was sitting on to find that I was bound to the chair with my wrists tied together to the back of it. I panic more, knowing the exact situation I'm in now, pulling and tugging at the tight tied rope that roughly rubbed against my wrists.

"Hey!" One person says as he moves my head up to sock me in the face. I tried to regain consciousness again after the hit, looking down and feeling my nose bleed. I look around to see at least four men around me, smiling at me with a temptation to take a hit at me.

"Why don't you just kill me already?" I said with annoyance.

"Boss won't let us." A huge brawny man with a white tank top and green jeans said as he taking a step towards the front of me. "And frankly, I'm glad he won't."

"Because before he gives us the order to actually kill you, we get to have fun and hear you scream while we torture you to the point where you'll be begging for death to take a hold on ya kid." He said, tugging at my gray shirt while he brought his fist to connect it to my face, making the back of my head impact with the chair.

He slowly continued to land other blows to my stomach making sure they were powerful enough to knock the wind out of me as well as striking my head. It painfully hard to endure, before I started to cough up blood. After many painful minutes that felt like hours. A door slammed open.

"He's here!" Said a person which made my assailant stop mid punch that I was ready to endure. He huffed mixed in with a low growl and walked away with dissatisfaction. I sighed in relief of the ending of the beating, along with a chuckle of the man who didn't get the satisfaction of giving me his full torment and spat blood on the floor.

The men line up in front of me horizontally as the unknown man walked towards us. Since these idiots were in front of me, I couldn't get a glimpse of what this individual looked like.

The two men concealing me behind them stepped away revealing the figure. It continued walking closer to me until the light above me touches his face until I recognized who it was.

"Well look who woke up."

Chapter 12: Charade

1 Day earlier.

The orange sky finally darkened after the hours of continuous climbing. I was ahead leading Yasumi and Shizu who followed suit before me. I sighed; both of them still won't speak to me after what happened hours ago. It wasn't like I wanted to leave our group, but it didn't look like we had a choice. I still hope their okay, even against those odds.

But Yasumi and Shizu are safe and that's what matters.

Just knowing that, I could rest easy in this hell of a world.

After jumping onto a house and running towards the ledge of it I came to a stop to look across the area below us. Shizu and Yasumi finally caught up taking a place beside me.

"We're almost there." Shizu said while looking down at the street.

"The road is unusually clear too. Think it's safe to go down?" Shizu questionably suggested. I took a brief look down.

He was right. The deserted street goes on for miles. The zombies must've gone for the group. I shuddered at the reminder.

"Sure, we could use a break from climbing." I responded after shaking my thoughts away from our former group.

"Alright then, let's go." Yasumi said along with grappling on a nearby pipe and sliding down.

I turned my head to Shizu who looked at me with a worried expression. I sighed and followed Yasumi, sliding down the pipe until it the trail stopped at an adequate height that I can jump down without breaking my legs. I walk towards Yasumi whose back was turned and from what I can tell from his posture, he was crossing his arms.

"Yasumi. Listen to me." I started, walking towards him. He turns around.

"Why? You're not planning on leaving me and Shizu behind now?" He said with an impatient tone.

"Of course not! You know that I wouldn't do that. We look after each other."

"Then explain why we left them!"

"You know exactly why!"

"GUYS!" Shizu broke the argument. We both looked at him surprised of him raising his voice. He lifted his hand and gestured towards the road that leads to our street, Kibo-Dori. "Let's go home."

I closed my eyes for a moment. He's right. We're so close to home and an argument is the last thing we need right now. I nodded and opened my eyes in agreement. We all walked towards the road, passing by abandoned cars and blood splatters that covered the ground. We all walk in silence, not taking a glance at one another.

Minutes later after walking I could see Shizu and I's house. It was two stories high and ever so close to our reach. I hope mom and dad are okay.

Or if they're still there.

"Home… Finally." I said.

"Well what are we waiting for?" Shizu chuckled.

"Let's go!" Yasumi exclaimed happily, and not to mention it's the happiest I've ever heard him today.

We started to jog towards the two story blue house. Finally. We did it.

All of us have been through hell trying to get here. This is it. Our efforts finally pay off. I can finally see mom, dad, and Yasumi's father again and we'll all be safe.

And nothing is going to stop me from making this stretch of hope.

"Help! Please." We all slowed down to a stop as a man appeared, bending down and limping towards us. He looked up to us.

"Please…Help me!" He reached a hand towards us.

"Is he infected or something?" Shizu whispered as we all stared at him.

"Well whatever it is, he's injured! We have to help him." Yasumi proclaimed and ran towards the injured man before Shizu, or I protest.

I guess another act of kindness wouldn't hurt.

Shizu and I caught up with Yasumi, who caught the man and laid him down on the street. Shizu and I knelt down next to the man. I was the first to speak.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Let's move his hand and see." Yasumi said lifting the man's bloodied hand from his injury he tried his best to cover. When his hand was away from his injury, it just looked like a bloody shirt to me. It looked like he wasn't injured at all.

…Looked like he wasn't' injured at all…

"NOW!" He shouted as he pulled out his handgun and aimed at Shizu. I reacted by grabbing his wrist and pulling it as the gun shot the bullet and hit nothing but air and slammed my elbow down at his face.

I then proceed to grab his hair and pulled his head up to bring the back of his head slamming down on the concrete road. The impact of the force was enough to make the man fall unconscious.

"MOTHER FUCKER!" A man said as he ran up to me with an aluminum bat.

"Move back! Move back!" I called to Shizu and Yasumi, gesturing them to get the hell up and get to safety.

I quickly swiped the handgun from the not so injured man as well as duck from the bat swing from my assailant. When he did I stood back to see him turn around as I kicked him. He finally lost his balance and fell to the floor and I walked up towards him, kicking the bat away as I did. He suddenly pounced up to grab me from the neck and pinned me against the wall. I grabbed one of his wrists with my left arm as I tried to resist from his grasp.

I then realized that I still had grip on the gun I was holding, and placed the gun point on the bottom of his chin. When my gun came in contact with his head, he widened his eyes. I hesitated at first. Sure, it's easy to kill a zombie, since it was a dead body. But killing a living person felt different. I've never done it before.

But it was him, or me and my brothers.

I closed my eyes and shot the man. The gunshot echoed down the street and definitely heard from our other former ambushers. Hopefully any zombies never heard the shot. His grip finally loosened and I gasped for air, holding onto my neck, watching the body fall. When body fell to the ground it revealed many other people that I don't know, staring at me with shocked faces.

To my demise, Yasumi and Shizu were already overwhelmed and on the ground…Dead?

No, thank god, they were still breathing heavily but were now out cold.

"NOOO!" Another person screamed and I see him running up towards me. He then tried to land a punch but I was quick enough to dodge his slow, powerful hit that connected with the wall.

I then aimed the gun at him, but he swiftly side kicked me in the stomach making me gasped for air. I bend down from the sudden blow and was greeted with another sharp pain that connected with my face that knocked me on the ground.

Get up you bastard, get up!

Though my grasp on the gun was gone I still fear no death, but wanted to bring revenge on what these bastards did to my brothers. Another man that decided he want in on the action ran towards me as I stood up. I simply step to the side and precisely hit the man's temple with the back of my knuckles with full force which knocked him out. Other than one man, a full group started to run towards me.

Keep fighting damn it. Keep fighting!

I started side stepping away to let them chase me and change directions while I tried to line them up so I was able to take them down one at a time. The man closest to me ran towards me with intent to kill. My reflexes took a hold of me as I caught his wrist while he tried to hit me and striking his chin with the heel of my palm. I then positioned him behind me, kicking him. He fell to the ground disorientated. The other man almost caught me by surprise as he threw a haymaker I thankfully ducked, and rose back up upper cutting him.

I was unexpectedly grabbed from behind into a full nelson. I struggled from his grasp until a punch to my gut knocked the wind out of me.

"You bitch!" The attacker yelled before striking me in the stomach again making me gasp from the lack of air. I then lifted my legs off the ground steadying myself using the man holding me, and kicked him away from me. I then planted my feet back on the ground, lifting my face down, and hitting the man behind me with the back of my head. He let go, but I shook my head from the head butt.

"God that hurt."

The second thing I know, I was tackled and pinned down to the ground. I endured the pain from the fall and placed my fists against my face, ready to defend myself. I blocked his first punch and hooked him in the face. I then arched my back and tried to lift my body off the ground, which was hard because of the weight of the man pinning me down. I then punched him in the crotch, and threw him towards the side.

As I tried to get up, someone kicks me back down, slamming down a two by four towards my head. I was able to dodge it but someone grabbed a hold of my head and I see the man lifting up the wooden plan over his head. I tried to grab the one who was grappling my face, but I was too late when the plank started to crash down upon my head.

I closed my eyes, ready for the blow.


"What do you want?" I said, finally recognizing the culprit with the two by four. He had short brown hair and dark brown eyes. He wore a dirtied black shirt with rugged denim jeans. He responded by taking out my combat knife out its sheath and said with a deep, daunting tone.

"Revenge."