A/N: Merry Christmas! Sorry for the delay and stuff! School sucks! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and leave a review!


Today was a day like no other. Milz had been woken up and dragged to the table at 9am in the morning. He was used to waking up early, but it felt like he was going somewhere today. It was the first Monday in September and summer had just passed. Him and his fathers had all went to the beach earlier in July and talked about going to other places sometime next year. The little zombie could remember splashing his American Daddy with crystal clear water, building sandcastles with Takeo, sipping on apple juice with the Russian and taking in unnecessary sun with his Nazi of a father. It was probably one of the best times he'd ever had.

But this morning was a bit tense. Richtofen served him a stack of brain and blueberry pancakes along with a cup of orange juice. He devoured that as quickly as possible, but instead of being able to go back to sleep, he was pulled off to the bathroom by Dempsey who helped him brush his teeth and take a bath. Okay. That wasn't too bad. Tank left the boy in his bedroom.

Was he in trouble? Why wasn't anyone talking to him? Why were they just... leading him around? Whatever he did, he was sorry for it! Milz went into a panic and sat on his bed next to an outfit that had been layed out. A pair of blue jeans, a sky blue shirt and his favorite red hoodie. Was he going somewhere secret? Perhaps they had a surprise for him and were keeping quiet about it. That had to be it! The zomboy got up from his seat on his bed and immediately got dressed.

After walking out into the living room, Milz skipped over to the front door and put on his favorite tennis shoes. Takeo stepped out from beyond the hallway and joined him by the front door, putting on his dark purple jacket. He'd already had his shoes on and was ready to go. The grey-skinned zombie popped up off of the floor, signaling that he was ready to go wherever the Samurai was willing to take him.

"Ready!" Milz piped up, jumping up and down.

Takeo gave him a nervous smile and opened the black door for him. Milz ran out into the fall atmosphere, taking in the scent of dying leaves and wet concrete. The ground was dotted with red, brown and yellow leaves, that he remembers being green during the hot, humid days of summer. The sky was cast over with a bright shade of gray, blocking out the sun. The little boy shook himself from the hypnotizing beauty of autumn and hopped over to the driveway where he waited by the door of the sleek gray car for his Japanese father.

He could hardly wait for his surprise.


While in the car, rocking out to Avenged Sevenfold, Metallica and Rage Against the Machine, Milly noticed a cute little bag next to him. He wanted to ignore it, but the bag had his idols on the front: The Avengers. He immediately snatched the bag from it's place and nearly drooled on the American superhero.

"Captain..." he mumbled, staring at Captain America on the tiny bag.

A thought popped into his head. Perhaps there was candy in this bag! Yes! The zombie searched for an opening and found it on the top. A red zipper. He undid the zipper, peeked inside and didn't find candy. What in the world? Instead of delicious chocolate drops, blood-flavored lollipops and gummy brains, he found pencils, markers, crayons, a ruler and many more inedible items that dragged his hopes down into the depths of hell.

This bag was a trap. The car came to a stop. Milz looked beyond the window to spot a large building. There were a bunch of kids that seemed his age running inside. Now why would all of the children be running into that one building? What was this place? Takeo stepped out of the driver's seat after turning off the car and Milz followed suit. He had so many questions to ask. The yellow-eyed son ran into Takeo by the trunk.

"Daddy, where are we?"

"School." the Japanese answered and handed Milz the trickster bag from before.

Why did he need this? And what was a school? The zombie took the bag curiously and his father began his stride towards the building. Milz followed him, asking many, many questions in his head.

When the duo got inside, they went into a huge office and Milz waited patiently while Takeo signed something on a very tall desk that he couldn't see the top of. Afterwards, the Samurai made his way out into the hallways and Milz stayed close behind him, being sure not to get separated in this strange place. They stopped by a room and Takeo kneeled to meet eyes with his son.

"I have to go now." He grinned, rubbing his chocolate locks.

"Okay, let's go!" The zombie exclaimed, ready to leave.

"No, you have to stay here."

Sunny eyes grew wide at this statement.

"Why? Why do I have to stay?" Milz pressed.

"Because you have to learn."

"I'm already smart enough!" the boy claimed, glaring at Takeo as if he'd been insulted.

"You'll make lots of new friends and have lots of fun. Trust me." And with that, his father left him behind.

Milz wanted to run after him and beg him not to leave, but something told him to stay there and go through with this school. He took a nervous step into the classroom and waved hello to the dark-skinned teacher near the door. She smiled at him, her teeth whiter than paper. Milz walked into the classroom and grabbed a seat on the huge carpet in the middle of the floor. At that moment, many of the kids got up and ran away. He ignored them, as he was used to it. He actually expected such. Milz placed his bookbag next to him and waited for class to start.

A bunch of girls in the corner of the room whispered about him while some other boys talked about how he looked like a mutant from one of their cartoons. The zombie found himself alone on the carpet and wanting to disappear. He peeked his bright yellow eyes around the room and the children screamed in fear.

"Monster!" a blonde girl cried out.

"He's ugly!" A brown-eyed boy teased.

The teacher shook a finger at the boy from the door.

"Jacob! No teasing! Now, everyone, grab a seat on the carpet." she said, making her way to a chair at the front of the room.

The kids sat on the carpet, but made sure to stay far away from Milz who sat in the center. The teacher crossed her legs and smiled down at her class.

"Hello, children! My name is Mrs. Sophia and welcome to your first day of Kindergarden! Who would like to introduce themselves to the class?"

A little pale girl with red, curly hair on her head and bright pink glasses stood to her feet, dusting off her red dress. She cleared her throat.

"My name is Tabitha, but my mom likes to call me Tabby."

"Very good!" Mrs. Sophia clapped as Tabitha took her seat again and right after her, Jacob stood up to his feet.

"The name's Jacob and I love video games!" He said, scratching the messy black hair on his head.

"Good job, Jacob! Have a seat now!" the teacher said and Jacob took his seat.

The kids stood up and introduced themselves one-by-one, some more nervous than others. It finally came Milz's turn and Mrs. Sophia looked at him with confident brown eyes. The zomboy stood up and fiddled with the strings on his hoodie. All of the kids watched him with terrified faces and some even glared at him. The brown-haired undead focused his attention on who smiled brightly at him. Milz opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a high voice.

"My name's Ugly and I'm a mutant!"

The children burst out with laughter as Mrs. Sophia stood up from her seat and pointed at a cocky, freckled face.

"Jacob! Cut it out! You're being very mean!"

"What? I didn't do anything!" Jacob exclaimed, guilty written all over him.

"Shh!" the dark woman hushed and sat back down, looking back at Milz. "Go on ahead, sweetie."

The urge to punch Jacob in his snobby little face rushed to the zombie's hands, but he ignored it.

"My name is Milz and I love Captain America!" he spoke out, making himself excited at the mere mention of the Patriotic hero.

"Spider-Man's better." Jacob whispered.

"Yeah! Thor will always rule over stupid Captain America!" A small chocolate male shouted out.

Before Mrs. Sophia could yell at the boys to stop, the bell rang for lunch and recess. All of the kids got up and lined up at the door, excited to eat. Milly picked up his bookbag and stuffed it in his cubbie. He took his place at the back of the line. The gray-skinned zombie got curious and looked to the front of the line where Jacob was talking with his friends about how stupid Captain America was. Milz hated school already.