Wolves of the Death

by Dantegrey

[AU] Since a childhood incident, Takashi Komuro has been dealing with a maddenning extra baggage. The average teenager is not capable of punching trought concrete, recognize a person by the smell at a mille away or overun a motorbike. With a recently broken heart, Takashi is trying to make the best of it, and then Them make their appearance...and the shit just got real.

2. What a mess

Sometimes, having an enhanced earring was a complete pain in the ass, each drop of the serum at his arm was like a drum, the beeps of the machines around him were the worst nightmare one could imagine, and he did not prefer to spoke about the smells of a hospital.

Now, that was disgusting.

But, as a positive side effect, he could listen to the conversation his parents were keeping with the doctor at the other side of the door, as he awoke from whatever the hell has happened to him.

He remembered being ram by an asshole with a black van, but after that, it was all a blur, he remembered blood, running on a road, bullets, lots and lots of bullets; more blood and finally fading to black with a fulfilling sensation all over his pained body.

"I had never seen anything like this" echoed the voice of the doctor at the other side of the door " when the ambulance bring him here, he was covered in blood from head to toe, he was like he had been beaten to the dead and now, he is perfectly well; Takagi-san said he had been shot, several times, his clothes were full of holes but there is not even a single wound on him".

Takashi raised an eyebrow in the darkness of the room, he knew the lights were off, yet he could see perfectly well in the lowly illuminated room, his sight was mostly in tones of gray and black, another of the jokes his own body played to him, but leaving apart the increased sight; night vision, if his guess was correct; he felt better than he had felt in weeks.

He eyed the needle in his arm, it was the one that had been pouring serum into him, not that he needed it and with a single pull, he took out the long needle, observing in fascination, how the tiny hole in his arm closed at an astonishing pace.

"Da fuck?" whispered Takashi blinking at the image.

Almost with fear, Takashi observed his own hands and with a progressive freaked out expression, he could see how his nails grew to a length of three inches, more than enough to cause a lot of harm to anything around him, especially if he added his own inhumane strength to the mix.

"What the fuck is this shittttt!?" whined in a low tone the teenager, who had no idea of what the fuck was going on here.

His ears picked up the sound of a lot of feet moving to his room, and he retreated back his nails, loudly sighing in relief at how the nails obeyed his will and just became common nails, a bit larger than he would like them to be but...

The door opened and he discovered that his eyes were far more sensitive than usual to the lights, in resume, the sudden illumination had left him blind and he just covered his eyes with his arms, with a feral growl building in his throat; he picked up the smell of his mother, closer than the rest, and then suddenly he found himself in a bear hug.

"Hello mom, I am sorry for this," said Takashi, with his eyes still closed but hugging back his mom with his arms.

"You idiot" hiccuped his mom, and Takashi felt a deep pang of guilt, even with all the shit his life had on big doses, neither his mom or dad had ever given up about him, and now he almost gives them a heart attack.

"I am sorry," said Takashi " I really am".

"Don't be, Takashi." Said his father, with a hand over his shoulder " you did something very reckless, but you did save Saya-chan, and that was something to be proud of".

Takashi smiled at his father, slowly open his eyes, trying to accustom them to the lights of the surroundings; if only the poor man knew of what Takashi has done, how he barely remember to tear all of those, whatever they were, apart with fangs, claws, and bestial strength perhaps he would not be so proud of his son.

Or perhaps he will, his father has been a supportive influence on Takashi since day one, and even if he had this...bestial problems, his father had supported him, no matter what was going on, he always was his little Takashi...even if he was slowly becoming as tall as him.

"How is Saya?" asked Takashi, who did not let go of his mom, as she wanted to be sure that his boy was alive and well.

"Where is the needle for the serum?" blinked his father at the arms of Takashi, free of the needle that had been pouring medicines and serum into him for a big part of the night.

"Saya" insisted Takashi sighing, he would worry about that later, seeing his recently found healing powers, the serum and whatever they were pouring on him was waste of resources that could be used on people that really need it.

"Oh, she was okay, she almost had a heart attack when you collapsed after saving her, but apart from that and a couple of bruises, she was fine" said Takashi's dad " her parents took her back to their manor, but Sou and Yuriko wanted to thank you personally as soon as you wake up, you did impress them son" laughed Takashi's dad.

"I will visit them, but for now on, I just want to go home" whined Takashi.

He just wanted to left this place, only the comforting smell of his parents made the place bearable, he really hated hospitals, the smells were just offensive to his sensitive nose and the constant beeping of the machines was no better.

"Well see son, but you had the medics panties in a twist" chuckled the man, who scratched the back of his head in sheepishness at the glare of his wife " they couldn't explain how could you be so healthy, especially after how you entered here like you just had twelve no holds barred rounds with Cassius Clay".

"The reports of my state have been greatly exaggerated" chuckled Takashi, if only, being a loyal to the classes of Hayashi-sensei had his benefits after all.

"Mark Twain?, seriously?" chuckled Takashi father.

"Ey, if the shoe fits..." replied Takashi " now, can we go home now?, I hate hospitals".

Once again, Takashi knew it, it was a consequence of how the teenage mind works, not even a day after his release from the hospital; even if the doctors were freaked out with his unique case, and Takashi threatened them to jump out of the window if they tried to did another battery of proofs to him; the rumor mill of Fujimi High School enter into an overload mode with all kind of bullshit.

Well, Takashi, who had a faint memory of what happened in that warehouse; had to admit that the truth was sometimes, even more, preposterous that some rumors, but the rumor about how this was an eloping attempt that gone wrong were one of the most stupid things he had ever ear.

Saya was not a lover, she was part of the pack and...wait, what?.

Takashi blinked a pair of times, as he was leaning on the side of the snack machine, he was in the mood for something sweet, even if the medicine had a mint taste, something he didn't really mind; drinking a liter of it per day was something that would soon made anyone looking for something different to taste.

And he was in the mood for something sweet, as the day has started in a very good way, first of all, he didn't even need his earplugs, his ears were better than any human, but not at the level that a ringtone would be like the bells of the apocalypse for him.

Anyhow, where did that, part of the pack thing, came from?, OK, he could admit that he had a few people that he would protect from the hordes of hell if it was needed, but from that to call them pack, like they were animals, was taking the things a little too far.

Takashi did not notice it, but he was doing the equivalent of an ostrich when they sensed danger, bury the head in the ground and let the danger pass, in truth; but only from his point of view; it was understandable, he was an average teenager, nothing special about him, except his hypersensitivity, and that was more a drag than a bless.

All his life, he has been doing the same, hides, runs, trying to be as normal as possible; taking great efforts to ignore his seizures or control them somehow, be it with music, drugs, whatever works; until the medicine of Doctor Morgan, he did not have any real results.

But the actions of the past days, all the rescue of Saya; his forced release of the hospital, all of that did produce a change in him, he could not see it as clear as the rest, but for the people that knew him, Takashi was way more active and healthier than before.

He was not always with constant headaches, he was more controlled, even if from time to time his senses played him some tricks, and what was best, he was showing interest in the opposite sex again.

Even if he was in denial, he had to admit that there was something about Saeko Busujima that did enrapture him, and he was only speaking about her obvious gorgeous body, easily supermodel level; he was talking about her demeanor, her attitude, her impressive skill, everything on her was perfect.

His brain and his instincts were having a constant debate about that matter, she had a monumental crush on the violet-haired goddess or it was something deeper? something that he only felt for a very select group of women, something that went way beyond a crush and developed into an animal lust that made his cock went into erection just as the thought of those women and their bodies.

Those dreams, dear Kami, he was mostly sure, that if he did to those women, half of the things he did to them on his dreams, they will be crippled for life; he was...savage ;to say the least; in his dreams, taking them; yes Them, in plural; with the frenzy of an animal on mating season.

Plural, the number of women that had invaded his dreams was plural, and that was another bothering inconvenience, he was not very much into polygamy, mostly because Takashi was pretty much convinced he was going to be a horrid boyfriend; using as base for that statement, his experiences in the only relationship he has had in his life.

Once again, he was in the ostrich conundrum again, Takashi could not see, that despite the protest of Rei about how closed up he was, she had never been with such a devoted man, a boy that only wanted her to be happy, that take great measures to ensure that she was having a good time.

And to keep her safe from his libido, more than once, when the puberty hit him like a train, Takashi wanted to jump at her and ravage her until his inhuman libido would be sated; so far his willpower was enough to deal with such seizures but after the event in the warehouse...

He didn't know what to think anymore, and as any confused teenager; under all that suffering and immense power, he was still a seventeen years old boy; he just...let it roll, there was nothing he could do to change how the things went, no matter how much he would love to do it.

Worst was that he lost his bike, his bike was completely trashed, and the police officer that pick up the wreckage during the investigation did comment how impossible it was for Takashi to not be wounded or even crippled if he was riding the bike, that would mean that he received the same hit, and the bike; supposedly the sturdier of the two, was completely trashed.

Takashi, shrugged and just ask if he could go home now, he hated being in the police station, not only for the faint smells he could pick up; Rei was the daughter of an officer and her smell, as faint as it could be among the rest of the odors of the police station, was still a powerful beacon for Takashi.

On a side note, the thought of Saeko senpai and her Kamidess like appearance was capable of sending him out of the loop with Rei and into an entirely new game of libido.

Fortunately, he was so tired that night that he just sighed, picked up the leftovers of his beloved bike and went back to his little garage, to cry in peace for his fallen comrade.

He loved that bike, it was his pride and joy.

He wept like a child in his home, his mother tried to console him; the poor woman was already freaked out about how his son seems to be the one that has butchered like cattle the kidnappers of the daughter of the Takagi household; but the poor boy was crying his heart out at the loss of his beloved bike.

Takashi mom tried to cheer him up a little, but considering how bad had the things the boy every single day, she just stood there, hugging and consoling her poor son, as best as she could.

Taking the rest of the machine, Takashi reassembled the leftover as best as he could, and sniffing, vowed himself to complete the bike one day, as best as he could, even if it takes him years.

He couldn't know at that moment, but his bike would be the last of his worries, at the horrors that will come his way.

But first, he would have to deal, with the horror of his everyday life, starting with the madness of the rumor mill of High school.

It has been said before, how the rumors and conjectures about what happened during the kidnapping of Saya, went directly out of the roof and how preposterous a lot of them were; however, and despite how Takashi just really wanted to get to school in peace, his fame about being a dangerous child to be around just increased.

With two interesting positive consequences and a lot of drawbacks.

As the biggest drawback was the fact that everybody and their grandmother seem to have discovered how Takashi was the child of the devil or something like that, it does seem that a fucker in the station flap his mouth in the wrong place, and the parents of one student ear about it.

They ask their progeny, the progeny ask around, the rumors went overload, the usual progression.

Really, Takashi was a very good student, Hayashi sensei could speak about how good student he was, even if it was because Takashi had a massive sound crush on her beautiful voice; still, his constant headaches and mood swings as consequence of his enhances senses, and of course the beating of some fagots in front of the entire athletics clubs, did little favor to his growing infamy.

Another drawback was how the pestering of the martial clubs had become; he was not interested, and he almost growls in menace when Igou get close to him, to ask if he would be interested in karate after how the rumors said that he had cleaved a thug in half barehanded; that had to be an exaggeration right?.

Takashi just smiled, in a manner that made the near Plushy snort in approval, and let Igou stunned, as he walked out of the class; not even with a glance to neither him or Rei, he was prouder of how has he became better at that; just letting his former bro, ponder about that statement.

Has he torn apart a thug? no, he had torn apart a lotof thugs.

He was not completely sure of the number, Takashi memories of that night were a little hazy to say the last, but even then, he could remember how he killed all those people, not exactly how, but sure that he did kill them, in bloody, gory and brutal manners, if the gossip that he caught around when he was recovering in the hospital was to be believed.

Speaking of that, he only pass one day at the hospital, much to the protest of the medical staff, that could barely believe how the fuck was he able to move around; considering how should he be as wrecked at his bike and not whining about how he was not at home, and wanting his mint flavored medicine.

Saya took a week before she got back into school and only because she caught ear about how Takashi ran from the hospital and went to school as if nothing had ever happened.

That was a day to remember to Morita and Kohta that laughed their asses off; at a prudent distance of course; when Saya appeared in the roof, and in display of Tsundereness that would make any Tsundere out there proud, she started to chew Takashi's ass for being a jerk, and an inconsiderate knucklehead...for the first five minutes.

Takashi endured the storm, as his senses had already picked up the real state of mind of the girl, he let the attractive teenager to scream at him, letting all her anger and worryings go out her system, and then hugged her, letting her cry her heart out, as he suspected what was really happening here.

Takashi remembered being shoot, he remembered the searing pain of the bullets entering his flesh, tearing his flesh, muscles, and bones before whatever keeps healing him, kicked in and repaired the damages like there were never there.

He was not very sure about it, but he could swear that Saya had witnessed how had they killed him in a shower of hot lead, enough to kill a dozen persons, and yet, the rise and run for an unknown amount of time, hunted and killed the kidnappers and after she was safe, Takashi finally succumbed to his own pains and aches and fell unconscious in front of the tied up Saya.

Saya couldn't know that he was only exhausted; from the point of view of the girl, her friend was shot, battered, bruised, covered in blood and grime...it was traumatizing enough, and when he fell like a bowl, she had a heart attack, she had already seen him die, but this was close and personal.

Fortunately, not long after that, and how she almost cut her own wrist trying to free herself to help her friend, an ambulance and the police came to the place, guided by the shoots and the noises, along an anonymous call to the police tipping the place as a possible Yakuza or gangs meeting to settle scores.

Any case, from Sayas eyes, Takashi was a living wreck, a piece of meat that had been shot and run over by a truck, and then he had run from hell back and forth so he could pick her up from the hands of the bastards that had kidnapped her.

Saya was a very emotional person, and just the idea of her best friend dying in front of her, just because some piss off contest between her father and one of his many rivals froze her blood; she had witnessed one of her worst nightmares became reality in front of her eyes, and until she had not found Takashi, alive and well, she was in a complete turmoil.

Morita and Kohta were clever enough to leave the two friends and pick up some quick excuse for the teachers about how the ordeal was still affecting them and all that; it had the ring of truth and it left the two old friends sometimes, so Saya could recompose herself.

Takashi tried to explain her, he really did, but she was way more clever than he and ask questions that Takashi could barely answer with a heartfelt "duh" in the best of the cases.

He revealed her his claws or very long fingernails, not to sure about that matter right now, he really didn't care about it, it was disturbing and the less he thought about it the better, of course, Saya had another entirely different opinion on the matter and she made it clear; Loud and Clear; that he would not run from this one.

Takashi had an infinite patience with the pinkette, but there was a limit for all his patience, and with a snort and giving Saya his back; knowing full well that he was a jerk and the girl deserved way better; he jumped from the spot on where they had been chatting.

Just to be tackled by Plushy in a very undignified manner, eating the floor of the backyard of the school.

Saya laughed at the scene and cheered the massive dog about how he had done well, blindsiding Takashi.

With a loud growl, Takashi rose and throw the heavy dog to the side, just for the fucker to snort in amusement, fell on his pawns and bark in defiance to Takashi, to came and get him...now that he had just picked up his phone from his pocket...headphones included.

"How on earth did you managed to do that?!" screamed Takashi to the heavens, amazed for what just had happened , not really believing it, but knowing that he had no other option, he made a run after the thrice be accursed dog, who just wagged his tail and go for a run at the sport fields of the academy.

Saya look at the two clowns and smiled, Takashi was alive, it was disturbing in a sense, and very comforting on the other, but on the other hand, his newfound oddities and qualities intrigued Saya a lot.

She was supposed to invite Takashi to her manor, as her father wanted to have a talk with him and most probably thank him for saving her life, at great personal cost, but there was something odd on his father behavior, he had never spoken about Takashi in that tone.

Sure, he liked him, even with all his quirks and oddities, Takashi was a likeable fellow when you meet him, but her father had never completely trust the boy, there was something about Takashi that makes him stand on edge around him; his father never was in the presence of Takashi without his katana, not even at home.

But before she could deliver the invitation to the boy, he had done it and make her go mad with his stubbornness, only for Plushy to fall on him like divine retribution; she really liked the big dog, not very sure about what kind of breed the beast was, but the dogs around Japan were not of that size, not even the police K-7 forces.

She laughed when she saw the two of them made a run for the sports fields of the school, uh, they were on direct route to the martial clubs.

"Oh, you sly dog, you" mussed out loud the girl, as the dog was dragging Takashi back into the dojo, just at the perfect time where his crush; Busujima-senpai; would probably be preparing the training for the kendo club.

The dog was about to throw Busujima and that idiot of Takashi in the same room, well, perhaps from that not so fortuitous accident, will Takashi pull his head out of his ass and admit that he had a crush the size of the entire school on the kendoka.

More than once had Saya asked herself why she was not on that list, she was the older friend Takashi had, but the answer came in the same phrase; friend, nothing more, he has already demonstrated that he will go to hell back and forth for her, but she did not provoke in him the same reaction that that bitch of Miyamoto, Busujima-Senpai or Hayashi-sensei provoked.

She was not an idiot and she could see perfectly well how stiff he got each time some girls came near him, how he had to concentrate in act as normal as possible, and she already deducted what the duct tape was for, the moment she discovered it, she blushed in nuclear red and almost trampled Takashi all over the school for being a pervert.

But in a corner of her mind, she just wondered how big it could be, if he needed duct tape to glue it to his leg, it must reach half the calf to the knee, otherwise it would be useless...and that made the girl almost explode in embarrassment; still, she knew that Takashi was not interested in her, at last, not in that way.

So far only Morita and Kohta had a complete list of the females that had captivated his senses, and after what happened with the kidnappers, Takashi was different, first of all, those claws of him were scary as hell but at the same time, she could detect how he was...running from it, just acting like everything was normal

That couldn't be good, in fact, and considering what she had witnessed in the warehouse where that bitch almost chopped one of her tits off; Takashi would snap sooner or later and the best result for that would be his ass on an electric chair.

Saya didn't want to admit it, but she was slightly afraid of Takashi, he was a monster of the biggest order, strong, armed and dangerous; she really didn't want to feel like that, but the curse of her own intelligence works against her most of the times, and she could see how Takashi would, one day, turn his rage against a weak and fragile human and tore him or her to pieces.

Enough had the boy to deal with, and she pretended for him to enjoy his school life as much as he could, something that it was not as easy as it sounds; in reality, school was a complete nightmare for him, only after the remedy of Doctor Morgan did he experimented a shadow of a normal life.

And everything went south when he beat the crap out of Tsunoda and some of his friends; all in front of the eyes of the clubs all around the sports fields.

Saya had to admit, that it did seem that the world had an ax to grind with Takashi.

Said Takashi was already on the hunt for his phone; hanging from the mouth of the dog; despite his annoyance at having to actually run behind the big dog, there was a part of him that greatly enjoyed the hunt, that loved to run and chase after a prey.

Not that Plushy was in prey category, deep down, he knew that the monstrous dog was more than a match for him, even with his new and flashy claws thrown into the mix, and his untested and still not desired increased physical capabilities.

He was conscious of how had he managed to survive the van smashing him and his bike, just to catch it running and then being shot several times; enough times to kill anyone, several times; before falling from the sides of the van and after he recovered, chase it like a dog after a stick and kill everybody on that warehouse, except Saya.

In resume, he was terrified of himself.

He didn't even want to think about what he can do now if he ever snaps badly at someone, he could seriously harm the people around him; so far his control has been great in that aspect.

By the way, he didn't have any remorse about what he has done to the mercenaries on the warehouse, some instinct on him told him that, what he has done, was completely right, was the thing that has to be done; they had dared to hurt his pack, so he hurt them back, a lot.

In a way, Takashi was scared out of his mind, about how easily has he dealt with the idea of murder; after all, that was exactly what he did in the warehouse; he murdered a lot of people, with his bare hands or an occasional improvised weapon.

Not very sure of it, it was all a blur of red; he couldn't trust his memories, as he could only recall violence, blood, and a burning sensation all over his mind, urging him to kill, kill everything that is not part of the pack.

Both, dog and boy; run all over the fields again, as the sports clubs look at them; some with confused expressions, other with "not, again" kind of face, and a few enjoying the spectacle, they had already seen it once, and they had to admit that it was impressive.

Not really a surprise, there was an open hunt for Komuro among the sports clubs, especially the track and field club and the martial arts school; but so far, he had shown zero interest in any of those, being a happy member of the going home early club.

Once again, Takashi managed to hunt the dog, when he finally tackle the beast into a support beam of the dojo.

Then the magnitude of what he has done hit him like a train, he realized that he had intruded in the dojo, scratching the wooden surface with the claws of the dog and slam him against one of the bokken holders, sending the wood swords all over the floor; just to end slamming the dog against one of the beams of the dojo, after both of them slipped a couple of meters.

When he raised the eyes, he could witness one of the most beautiful images he could eve saw.

Saeko Busujima was there, bokken in one hand, and with an amused smirk on her pretty lips, watching the boy and the dog in the floor, with the kind of eyes that one could see in an amused mother over a pair of adorable but rowdy pair of kids.

"Uh" was the clever words of Takashi, and the dog under him barked in laughter, just to be punched by an embarrassed Takashi.

"Good evening Komuro-san" smiled the violet-haired beauty and Takashi just felt his stomach do all kind of flip-flops at the smile.

Not to mention how it was becoming incredibly harder to keep a straight yet flustered face when your crotch is sending a lot of painful throbs.

Having a raging erection in front of your crush was not the best of the first impressions.

It has to be the hard way.

It always has to be the hard way.

Takashi was laying on the end of the corridor, his body bitten and bloodied for the attack of what could only be described as fucking zombies; things that had already overrun the entire school; and his whatever the hell was; powers of healing were doing jack about the marks, in fact, his entire body felt like somebody had substituted his blood with acid.

This was his end.

And the world seems so bright not a few days of days before.

He had finally; even if it has been mostly by accident; meet Busujima-senpai, Takashi was proud that he managed to keep the composure around the beautiful girl, and do not screw up with her; he...had a crush on the girl the size of the fucking Tokyo stadium.

Takashi managed to have a normal conversation with the girl, and her voice was as good as he suspected, no matter what she was talking about, he just listen to her; it was one of his few redeeming qualities, he was a very good listener.

Then, he left her back to her practice and run all the way back to home, drink a liter of his mint flavored potions of Doctor Morgan and with all the dignity he could muster, scream his lungs out for the success on do not freak the violet-haired goddess with his problems.

In fact, she did seems to understand him a lot, how his increased senses were a total drag, but there was something on the girl that nagged on the back of the mind of Takashi, not only her looks call to him like a siren, there as a shadow on her eyes, a shadow that his...most bestial instincts found quite appealing.

Nothing of that matters anymore.

He was going to die, turned into one of those putrid and horrid things that were slowly moving around him, now that they had already bitten a pound of his flesh, they had lost interest in him; looking for new preys.

It has been an idiotic call, a sacrifice to save two women that he cared a lot for, and a boy that he once called his bro in all but blood; yeah, the same one that was dating his ex-girlfriend, one of the two aforementioned women; he has taken the bullet; well in this case, bite; for them, preventing both of women to be bitten and turn into this ugly, rotten bitches.

Takashi had a crooked smile on his face, he was dying, and like everything in his life, it hurt like hell; he had managed to put them safely into the rooftop, where there will be less of those monsters and they could barricade themselves until the rescue came.

How will his life as a zombie be?, Takashi was hoping that it would end soon, with luck, a soldier or a cop, or even a crazy survivor freak will put a bullet on his head and that would be all.

Pain, a scorching pain run through his veins, burning, making his muscles tense like the strings of a guitar.

A white blanket covered his mind and the last thing he could ever sense was his own body going crazy, almost ripping himself in the process.

And a howl.

There was a rage-filled howl that echoed in the halls of the school, calling all the things that crawl the building in its echo.

There was something far worse than them, roaming the building.

But Takashi's mind was a little busy, playing a record of the previous days and the events that had lead to the situation on where he was right now.

The day had started like any other, but this time, he came a little late to classes, for the first time in ages he had overslept a little.

Not really a surprise, the previous day he has to accompany Busujima-senpai during the kendo practice, as he and Plushy enjoyed some snacks under the shadows of the entrance of the dojo, not really giving a shit about any of the students that look at them.

Marikawa-sensei came for his massive dog, and he left Saeko and Takashi alone, so they could travel to her home; it was not a date itself, but for the most part, both Saeko and he had found some common grounds, each found the other company...agreeable.

After he left her on her home; something that looks more a dojo than a home; he ran all the way back to his home, enjoying the stroll under the cold night, and after having dinner with his family; his dad was going out of the country for some business, he had never understood what his father work exactly was; he went to sleep early.

After drinking an entire bottle of the medicine of Doctor Morgan, he went back to bed and had one of the most relaxing nights of his life, well, better said, this time it was only wet dreams, wet dreams capable of making a porno starts to blush and made their jaws drop in amazement for what Takashi was doing with a lot of women.

All of them had the faces and bodies of ladies that he had come to appreciate, is it just a physical attraction or something deeper, like his senses crushes.

For whatever the reason, he awake late, and after having a shower, he dressed up and ran all the way to the school.

Then was where the shit hit the fan.

He reached the side of the entrance of the school and jumped over the fence, usually, at that hour, the P.E teacher Teshima was like a hawk, looking out for any students that arrive late, ready to chew their asses off with one of his patented earfuls.

Takashi had nothing against the man, in fact, he was a very good teacher for what he knew, he was really interested in the best for his students.

However this time, his ears were ringing a lot, like there was some kind of interference on the air, the city was a lot busier than usual, so much he could have told by the honks and beeps of the vehicles, and the train seems to be out of hour, and going at a speed that did not seems normal.

But what truly caught his attention was the disturbance that seems to be happening at the entrance of the school.

It was not his business but when the voice of Hayashi-sensei reach his ears, he moved without even thinking about it, reaching the ample space near the entrance, and witnessing how one crazy student had bitten Teshima arm to a point that he had torn off a lot of his biceps.

That was a nasty wound, screaming, he bathed in blood the other two teachers at the entrance; namely Hayashi-sensei and another old man Takashi did not know how he was.

Hayashi-sensei look frozen at how the blood had covered her but the screams of Teshima awoke her from her shock, and she knelt at his side, trying to help him.

There was something on the scene, and Takashi was not just speaking about the blood and the gore, but there was something on the student responsible of this...his smell was one of the most nauseating things Takashi has ever smelt on his life.

And now Teshima smell like him.

He reacted by instinct and cover the distance between the teachers and him in the blink of an eye, just in time to grab Teshima by the hair before he could bite the throat of the red-headed woman, and in a show of inhuman strength, toss the growling man flying at the gates, slamming him hard against the bars of the entrance.

"What?, what?!" repeated Hayashi-sensei who could barely believe how Teshima almost bite her throat out...

"Are you okay sensei?" the voice of Takashi wake her and made her focus on the image of the boy that had just save his life.

"Komuro-kun?" asked the woman looking at the prone form of Teshima, despite the awkward and painful position on where he was, he was standing, eyes empty and drooling with menace to them.

"Yes, sensei, excuse me for a moment," said Takashi with politeness, before he stopped Teshima in mid-air.

The berserker, foul-smelling P.E teacher had jump at him, mouth open and ready to bite him, just for Takashi to put a hand over his forehead and slam him against the floor, leaving cracks on the white tiles of the open entrance.

Even in this...berserker, whatever state, the body of Teshima just broke on the inside for the massive force behind the hand of the boy, his organs were destroyed, his bones shattered, with such fortune that a lot of the broken skull shattered pieces, tearing the brain of the turned professor apart.

He stopped moving at the instant.

"What?!, Komuro-kun!" screamed Hayashi-sensei looking at Takashi like he had just grown a second head.

"Sorry sensei, but he was done for" Takashi pointed to the growing audience of...well, it could only be described as gray-skinned zombies, the skin did seem to change when they turned from living too, well, whatever they were.

Takashi thought how ridiculous this was starting to get, how the world has gone bonkers in a matter of seconds.

"Oh, my Kami" she gasped covering her mouth with her hands and looking at the crowd at the gates.

Even if they were made of solid metal, at some point they will break due to the insistence of the zombies behind the bars.

"We have to get out of here, sensei" said Takashi who was just reacting to everything around like it was normal, it was the only thing he could do before raising his arms and run around screaming like a scared bitch, he had to protect the pack, and Hayashi-sensei was pack, or so he believed.

Any case, he took one of the hands of the red-haired woman and made a run for the main building, not really giving two shits about the other professor who had already run in the opposite direction as if all the demons of hell were hot on his heels.

It was the most prudent action, Takashi had to admit it, but he had a pack to find and carry to safety, there were enemies at the doors, and even with all his strength, he was sure, that they will overrun him at some point and torn him apart like they had done to the arm of Teshima.

"Komuro-kun, whats going on?" asked the teacher, more than surprised by the sudden change of attitude of her favorite student and his unbelievable strength.

"I have no idea sensei" admitted Takashi, who was pretty much convinced that this was some kind of nightmare, it was so similar to a zombie movie that it was not even funny " but I will not let them hurt you, I promise".

"Thank you" whispered the woman, a little taken back for the strong and determined posture of her student.

Together, they enter the building, in Takashi's mind, he only wanted to pick up his friends and get them out of this death trap, but as he run all over the stairs, he had to slow his pace a lot, as the sensei could not even come close to his inhumane speed and stamina.

They were at the second floor stairs when the speaker systems of the school activated and rely on all the fucking school, a message about how they were a disturbance, and then, just when Takashi was already growling for the idiocy of putting all the school in a panic, all the school could listen how the speaker was being eaten alive.

Takashi facepalmed, but then, he noticed how Hayashi-sensei was starting to get increasingly nervous, she was a teacher, not some kind of soldier; Takashi felt a pang of whatever it could be called, at the image of the woman evidently suffering.

Guided by a sudden impulse, he hugged the woman, taking her entire frame within his arms, and whispering comforting words in her ear.

"Calm down, sensei, I am here, I am with you, breath slow and steady" Takashi just used the same tricks that he had to use every time he had to deal with one of his seizures.

Right now, he needed the woman calm, if he entered in a panic state, it would be dangerous for her, and that was the last thing Takashi wanted for the woman, he was pack, the pack must be protected, the pack is good.

Takashi was not in the right mindset, on that moment, he was trusting his instinct; acting as his animal part was teaching him, and among those actions, it was the pack idea; he had to find and protect his pack.

There were little people in the pack, Saeko, Saya, Kohta, Morita, Marikawa-sensei, Hayashi-sense, Rei, and Igou; those were the people that matter to him right now, the rest are nothing but nuisances in the best of the cases.

Once the woman calmed a little, Takashi let her go and look at her eyes, confirming that she was indeed ready for what was about to come.

On a side note, Takashi was a freaked out as his sensei, it was his not so human part, the one that was keeping him steady and focus, for the first time in decades, his senses were attuned, advertising him, making him sharp and ready, his body was ready for whatever the world would throw at him.

And when the shit hit the fan he would make his pack proud, and when his pack saw him for what he really was, they will possibly freak out even more, but it was a bridge that he would cross when they reach it.

But at that moment, Takashi was just carrying his sensei, walking at a brisk pace over the chaotic halls of the school as they made a line to the place where his pack could possibly be.

Considering where he was, he suspected that Plushy was guarding Marikawa-sensei, the humongous dog would be capable of dealing with this shit, unless it was contagious, after all, the way of attacking for the dog was to bite those things, but he really didn't want to deal in that statement right now.

As they ascend into the halls, they could already see the massacre that those gray skinned things were doing over the students and teachers, Takashi take one of the hands of the sensei, not letting her go off him and in a sense, to reassure both that they were still alive in the middle of the horror.

Each one of them that came close to Takashi was deal in the same way, in an efficient and brutal manner; there was nothing that he wanted more that took out his claws and tore them apart, they were a menace, they were in his turf, and they were threatening his pack.

With his strength, it was a simple matter to punch each one of the fuckers that come close to him, sending them flying into the walls completely wrecked or into another group of them, scattering them like bowling pins, all around the place.

He cut a path into the stairs that lead the rooftop, and when they were reaching the place, Rei and Igou turned the corner and look at them with relief.

Takashi did not say anything, just growl and keep an eye on the school corridor, that was progressively being filled with more and more of those things, as the school was full of preys, and every time they bite somebody, even if they don't kill their victim; the victim became one of them.

He could sense the stares of Igou and Rei on his back, as he grabbed one of the closest dead things and toss him several meters through the school hall like it was a rag doll, showing to the other three alive persons that he was strong as a mule and not have any qualms about using that strength.

Hayashi sensei and Igou agreed on going to the astronomy club on the roof, they had food and sleep bags for the nights of stargazing, and it would be easy to block the entrance until the rescue comes.

Takashi was not in the mood to debate with his old bro and his ex-girlfriend, he had to keep Hayashi sensei alive and look for the rest of the pack before all this went way out of his league, and had to tear apart all the city.

He was never that cocky and arrogant, Takashi knew that there was something wrong with him, that he was not in his usual moods, not to mention his senses were perfectly attuned, that they were not bothering him.

Odd, and doubly odd.

Unfortunately for him, that was the end of his road, as soon as they moved to reach to stairs to the rooftop; Takashi detected how the door at the right of the girls was about to be open by force, and the smell of a dozen or more of those things assaulted his nose like a physical hit.

Once again, Takashi acted by impulse, guided more by his own instincts than any logical reason; he pushed Hayashi-sensei out of the way, and before the woman could protest, the door of the class burst with a lot of those crazy things, all of them falling over Takashi like a piranha swarm.

Takashi felt his flesh being bitten and torn by the savage bites of those things, how his flesh and muscles screamed in pain, as he roared in response and start to tear them apart in response, ripping their heads off and smashing their bodies against the wall and the floor, broking them completely; even with their supernatural resilience, they were destroyed in seconds by a raging Takashi.

Standing over the carnage, he could see the horror and the alarm on the faces of the others, still, a part of him rejoice in the fact that sensei did look at him with worry more than the fear he could see on the faces of Igou and Rei.

He did not hate them, of course, it has been a tough pill to swallow when they betrayed him like that, but it didn't matter anymore.

It's almost funny how the perceptions and ideas change when Takashi noticed how he was going to die, he was going to be one of those things, will be continued to be as strong as he was now? will he be even more feral now?.

Well, those were the thoughts that crossed his mind at that moment, along a lot of good wishes for the rest of his pack, and the immense desire that they would survive this horrific nightmare.

"Well, this is it for me," said Takashi, his wounds burn, literally, there were tiny trails of smoke going out of the bites, "go, now," ordered to the other three.

"Komuro-kun" whispered the redhead with tears in her eyes " I'm sorry, for saving us you.."

"Yeah, but I couldn't allow those things to put their dirty teeth on any of you" smiled Takashi with a bloodied teeth, before he felt his stomach churn, he tumbled to the wall and puke a liter of blood in an instant.

"Oh, that can not be good" groaned Takashi before he noticed how another of those things tried to take another bite from him, and with a brutal pull, he tore his head and slam it against the floor, completely squashing it.

"Uh, disgusting" commented, falling forwards, just to be caught by Hayashi-sensei, there was a tear in the eyes of the woman, now that she had seen how the boy had sacrificed himself, twice, for her sake.

"Ey, sensei" weakly and dizzily said Takashi " run the hell outta here, will ya?, I'm not the best company right now..:"tried to chuckle Takashi, only to his expression to turn sour at a sudden and brutal clinch of his muscles.

The red-haired woman was openly crying for the boy, he had saved her life twice and she was not entirely sure she deserved to be saved, not at the cost of such an outstanding boy, he was an exceptional boy, no matter what the stupid rumors said about him.

"I'm sorry, Komuro-kun, I am really sorry" keep saying the woman, hugging the boy in his last moments.

"Go, please.." said Takashi with a faint voice.

She hugged him once and then she disappeared from his fading senses, his body was at war with himself, worse than anything he had experimented before.

This was not the usual seizure, where he could more or less grip his head and just wait for it to go away, this was molten lava on his veins, tumbling like one of the things that surrounded him, Takashi stumbled as far as he could from the rest of the group.

Each time one of those things try to get closer, he smashed them against the walls, cleave their heads like they were made of plasticine, or stomp over them, bursting their chests or heads in a shower of innards and brain fluids.

At this point, he was way beyond reasoning and just acting by the last stertorous of a dying beast.

Until the Howl came.

Fade to black.

Next thing Takashi knows is that he was having the worst migraine ever, and Plushy was in front of him, patiently waiting for him to end tearing apart the last of the zombies in the carnage that he had done all over that floor of the school.

Wait, what?.

Takashi blinked, look at Plushy, who look at him back; Takashi noticed how the dog was entirely covered in all kind of body fluids but otherwise he seemed perfectly fine; his senses were not pulling his leg, he was alive...and covered from head to toe in the blood and flesh of the same zombies that he had just butchered like cattle with his bare claws, of course, it must be the claws.

And the fangs...oh, he could sense the fangs in his mouth, his teeth were more akin to an animal, were sharp and pointy, oh Kami, what the hell is going on here?.

"Easy lad, the first change is always the more traumatic" echoed a powerful but warm voice in his ears, he stiffened and look around for the source of the voice, only to found Plushy looking at him, and a mountain of completely butchered corpses; corpses that were already dead by the way.

Takashi looked at the dog, and the dog looked at him with the same canine expression as always.

"It has been you, right?" asked Takashi, whose mind has already surrendered and thrown any logic and common sense off the window " you are the one that has spoken to me now".

"Aren't you the clever one?" snorted the dog in laughter " Aye, lad, I am the one talking to you".

"Ok, talking dogs, why not? the day is already crazy enough" shrugged Takashi walking out of the trench of bodies that he had made by himself with his bare claws.

"Believe me, lad, the craziness has just begun" barked in amusement the dog.

It was a bullet to the head.

Really, Takashi was freaked out of his mind, he was some kind of werewolf? not any kind, but his own ancestor was in front of him, explaining a few very needed things; and among those things, how he was a complete monster by any standard known to man.

But it was a good thing, especially when you are neck deep in a zombie apocalypse.

And speaking about that, they were walking around the place, tearing to pieces in an almost lazy manner any of those things that come close to them; once they tried to surround them with numbers and they simply butchered them by the dozen with their claws and fangs.

Oh, yeah, Plushy; whose true name was Magnus by the way; had a human form too, an eight feet tall human form that made any heavyweight wrestler out there look like a ballerina in comparison.

Together they made a path among the zombies, as they reach the stairs that lead to the third floor of the building, as Magnus told him how he had left Shizuka; Marikawa-sensei first name; in the competent hands of Saeko, as he sensed how Takashi was about to experiment his first change.

In a sense, the bite of those things means death, once they bite a victim, the victim turns into one of them, unless you had a healing factor like the one Takashi had and bested the infection in a moment.

The attack that he suffered when he was nothing but a toddler?, the one had left him suffering from a permanent hypersensitivity?, that was nothing but an attempt from another like him to stole his blood and powers, devouring his flesh and stealing Takashi's powers.

But whoever attacked him, failed spectacularly, awakening his inner beast years before it should awake and send his body into disarray.

Add to the mix, how the hormones of a teenager could do numbers on anyone and you had the recipe of a complete disaster.

Takashi then punched Magnus hard in the face, broking the nose of the man, who simply stood there as his face and nose healed in a second, leaving the kid to blow off some steam.

Takashi was pissed off if Magnus knew all those things why the hell did not help him sooner?.

The answer?.

Easy, Magnus met Takashi for the first time just some months ago, when he was "adopted" by the school nurse, who didn't know the truth about him by the way, only her roommate Rika knows about what Magnus truly was, he revealed to the woman one night and explain her everything.

Takashi was not by any means, a love expert, but with his senses and his newfound perceptions, he could see that Magnus was happy with both women, and didn't want to lose that happiness.

Magnus continued to explain a lot of things about what he knew and how all seems to be back in place, and first of all, he needed to get back with his pack, they need him in such a dire situation.

There will be time on where he could talk about how to control his powers, his incredible strength and stamina, his lightning reflexes and his exceptional senses; as any youngster, he had barely scratched the surface of what he can really do, it was only a matter of time, practice and determination.

It does seem that even in a zombie apocalypse he would not be free of the bane of all High school student.

Homework.

That reflection made Magnus laugh before he grabbed two of those things with his powerful claws and smashed them together, reducing their heads to a pulp.

It was almost disturbing how easily were they killing everything around, Takashi did not recognize any of the things surrounding them, and in a sense, it was a good thing, he was not sure about how would have he reacted if he recognized those things, just the idea of a turned Saeko or Hayashi-sensei made his stomach churn in revulsion.

Magnus explained to him how there was a ton of things that he should learn before he could be considered in the domain of all his powers, even if those powers were practically all physical.

Strength, resistance, speed, claws, fangs, shapeshifting into animals; like Magnus has been doing for decades if the man was to be believed; all of those things must be learned through training and effort, it was not an automatic upgrade, this was not some kind of video game.

Takashi needed to train as much as anybody else, especially now that his body was no longer trying to stabilize himself after the crude attempt of stealing his powers by another shapeshifter.

Magnus was pretty much convinced that in this age, they were called Therianthropes by the few that know about their existence, mostly wolfkin; a word to express the blood relatives and packs of those like them; and the few than hunted them like they were some kind of plague.

First come first, join his pack, and get the hell out of this death trap, before any of those undead things get a taste of any of the pack, people that are not as immune to the infection as Takashi was; in fact Magnus has already told him, that the only reason why he had survived the infection was because his outstanding powers, even among their kin.

Takashi did seem to belong to a very powerful bloodline of Therianthropes, one that had even greater capabilities than the common Therianthrope.

That's one of the reasons somebody tried to steal his powers, by eating his flesh and drinking his blood, whoever attacked him know pretty well what was after, but Takashi retaliated; hard; and after killing the attacker, just stumbled back to his parents, the people that loved him and took care of him.

His body was at war with itself, as his powers tried to stabilize and heal what had been stolen from him.

The infection this undead things seems to carry, just give his body the extra kick it needed to trigger the first transformation, something that should have happened way sooner than it has actually happened.

In the end, the bite of the undead has given Takashi exactly what he needed, the deathly bite had become the panacea for him.

Takashi take a sniff from the air, and Magnus smiled at his side, quickly turning back to his dog appearance; even in that form, Takashi was now able to discern the aura of power that the man seems to carry around; the teenager wondered if at some point he would be capable of doing this like that.

On the other hand, Magnus was quite pleased with the boy; he only needed to polish his powers now, and he would become one of the most powerful Therianthropes that exist; if there are other survivors, after all, this mess, not all Therianthropes are as blessed as Takashi.

Blood was weak this day and age, the powerful beasts that ruled the past were hunted to extinction.

The Therianthropes had to learn to mix with humanity, a maneuver that became salvation and damnation at the same time.

Takashi had just caught the scent of some of his pack; Saeko, Hayashi-sensei, Marikawa-sensei, Kohta, Rei, Igou...all of them were close, he had to follow the trail, there was something on their scents that bother Takashi a lot.

Takashi couldn't know but it was actually fear, all the teenagers and the two adults were scared out of their minds, and for the muffled sounds that Takashi could catch from the T.V; isolating them for the constant carnage of the place and the grunts of the undead around; the situation was as worst as he was imagining it.

Everything was going south and fast, this undead plague, something akin to a zombie movie, was as crude, dangerous and savage as the movies put them to be, but a ten thousand times worst.

Despite his newfound amazing powers, he was not stupid enough to actually believe that he was invulnerable or invincible; he has been already too close to death thrice to do not recognize that not even a powerful Therianthrope is immune to physical damage.

He would have to ask Magnus, but the man was back into his Plushy appearance, back to the appearance of just being a big bad dog, capable of tearing apart a human like it was beef jerky.

Together they got closer to the sounds of the T.V and the conversation of Takashi's pack, he could follow their scents and voices with clarity, even in the insides of the infested school; those things were making the place smell like a dump, and it was not only because of the carnage.

After all when they rip their victims open, the innards smell like shit, even worst after a couple of hours, more or less the time Takashi has been out of his mind, when the first transformation; as Magnus called it; took control of his mind and start a claw festival in the middle of the zombie horde.

Well, Takashi did not remember much about it, but the clear floor of the school spoke for itself about how effective his rage has been in exterminating anything on his path.

Unfortunately, Magnus had already told him, that triggering the transformation at will was something that it would take him a lot more time and practice; changing his entire physical body into a mix of a powerful wolf and a human was a traumatic experience; especially when the body started to grow at an accelerated rate, it is a painful transformation and on several occasions, the pain made the transformed Threrianthrope went into rage mode, butchering apart everything in his path.

Everything except his pack; there was a safety mechanism into the minds of the Therianthropes, not sure how it ended there but it was quite handy; no Therianthrope would ever cause any harm to those that he considered pack or wolfkin, it was an absolute rule, only when the Therianthrope is sick beyond measure, could it cause harm to his pack and family.

Back in the day, there were records about how some Therianthropes that got infected with rabies got so sick that resort to even harm those around him, in the end, they were put down by their own pack and families before they could cause even more harm.

And no, that silver bullshit was not among Takashi bloodline defects; there was no doubt that some Therianthropes were vulnerable against silver, as other were even more exotic and had an entirely different set of needs and special diets, but that was something that Takashi didn't have to care about.

Takashi jumped into the stairs with impossible agility and coordination, kicking and clawing a few zombies that were on his way like they were minor nuisances.

In two acrobatic movements, he climbed the stairs and rip an undead in half, tossing the bodies pieces into the stairs, it echoed with a loud and wet thud, as the concrete of the stairs meet the bloody pieces of the ripped apart corpse; Takashi snarled quietly, he was doing a lot of noise and Magnus had already advised him that these things hunt by sound, not by smell or eyesight.

Speaking of said Therianthrope, the massive dog had easily followed him and after dispatching a couple of zombies that were dragging their feet in front of the teacher's room of the floor, he just sat on the corner of the door, looking at Takashi with the canine equivalent of a raised eyebrow.

The teenager snort in amusement, he was more than capable to hear and smell the presence of his pack behind the doors; they all were inside the room, and discussing what to do next, they finally reach an agreement about using one of the school buses to get the hell out of the place.

Takashi felt a tremendous pang of guilt and regret when he could smell the tears in the eyes of the girls, the bitter and pained?, the sweat of Igou, the muffled sobs of Saya and Marikawa-sensei, the raging but controlled muscles of Saeko, the sad sweat of Kohta...

Takashi had never considered himself such a popular man, in fact, he did never consider himself popular at all; he was a monster and now that he was supposedly dead, the emotions that he left behind were not at all what he expected.

Ok, Saya, Morita, Marikawa-sensei, and Kohta would probably miss him a lot, they were his friends, the oldest and dearest ones...he would have to ask about Morita, he could smell him around but his smell was so diluted that it was impossible to pinpoint it on the building.

He really, seriously hopped for his friend to be alive; he was as part of the pack as the people on the other side of the door.

Back on the topic of the mourning about him; Takashi was flabbergasted.

They were mourning him.

That was something that he would have never expected, well, he was sure that his parents would mourn him, he was one of the few fortunate ones that had a very supportive parents that had endured the worst of his condition with the patience of the saints.

But he did not expect to be mourned at this level; for example he has only know Saeko for a couple of days, nothing out of the blue, they had clicked almost immediately but there was always a barrier between them, like both were hiding something for the other.

Takashi was hiding his Theriontrope condition, Saeko on the other hand, he had no idea what could drag down a wonderful woman like her like that, but surely it must be something grave; he wanted to help her, really, she had a crush on the violet haired girl, the size of the Tokyo tower.

In all, the reactions of the people at the other side of the door did surprise him.

Takashi was not realizing that despite all his flaws, and the immense self pity he had for himself, bordering being an emo idiot; he was a very nice lad, he had his moments of idiocy, Saya loved to scold him for those same moments on where he acts and broods like an ass; but apart from that and his seizures, Takashi was kind, funny to be around and loyal to those few that he consider pack.

Unconsciously, he had the charisma of an alpha, a leader of a pack, not to mention how his bad boy fame and attitude with the few idiots that had the balls to mess with him, combined with his strong and fit body, made him very popular among the ladies of the school.

It was a dirty cliche, but teenager girls tend lo love bad boys, and there was not biggest baddest boy than Takashi when he was pissed off.

Correctly being said, there was no bigger baddest wolf than Takashi when he was in the mood, with the notable exception of Magnus/Plushy; Takashi suspected that the man under the dog disguise was strong as hell, and a lot more experienced in the Threrianthrope powers than him.

But Takashi was grateful to actually have someone who could taught him or at last explain him what the hell was going on with him.

About the zombie matter, both were clueless...it was something out of a Romero movie.

Even Magnus was at a lost of worlds at this zombi apocalypse thing; there was a first time for everything after all.

Back to the topic of his pack, to say that Takashi was touched at the reaction of his pack about his death, would be an understatement; he was overwhelm and grateful, he swore to himself that he was going to protect them at any cost, no matter whatever this shitty world wanted to throw at them.

But before, he would have to made his survival know to them, he was a bit of curious about how would they react, he walked to the door and politely knock over the surface of the door, he had to be extra careful with his new strength, he didn't want to send the door to the other side of the room.

As he knocked slightly over the surface, he immediately notice how the adrenaline and the silent erupted inside the room, they were most probably expecting a bunch of those things ramming into the room trying to eat them alive; but a polite and soft knock was not among their expectations.

Magnus, who was back into his Plushy identity, softly barked in a mocking canine laughter at Takashi action, no doubt the survivors of the massacre of the school were totally dumbfounded at the other side of the door; Magnus could smell it as well as Takashi; and for the dog, the scent of Shizuka was as powerful as Saekos was for Takashi.

The was a rustle on the other side of the room, more probably Saeko and Igou moving the non-combatants back, in case this was a trap, and with a voice that made Takashi smile slightly, Saeko answered the call on the door.

"Yes?".

"Hi there, Saeko-san" answered Takashi and he could almost see how the entire bunch at the other side of the door stiffened as iron rods, in a mix of surprise, relief and shock for his sudden appearance, he was supposedly dead after all.

"Would you be so kind to open the door?" asked Takashi in his usual controlled manner but a martial artist like Saeko, the daughter of one of the best swordsmen of the world, she could notice that this Takashi was a lot different from what she know.

"Is that you Takashi-kun?" asked the woman in a whisper against the door.

"Yes I am, Saeko-san" replied Takashi in a similar whispering tone " I am different now, but I have to enter to show it to all of you".

"What do you mean?" asked suspicious the woman.

"I am taller, stronger, a bit more hairier, way better than I was" confessed Takashi to the woman; the only one who he would have never hide anything " but I am still myself, not one of this wretched things that feed on everything they put their teeth on".

"How is this possible?" ask Saeko to the rest of the people in the room, opening the door, so Takashi could enter inside, along Plushy, who lost not a second before walking to Shizuka who embraced the dog into her humongous bosom happy to have his pet back.

"Hello everyone" saluted Takashi to the rest of his pack.

Now that he was inside, the said pack; at last in his head that was they were; took a second to realize, that he was indeed alive and for the first time, see how really was Takashi under all his baggy clothes.

Takashi had always being fit, but now that the Theriatrope blood has awaken, Takashi was physically perfect; and it was not an exaggeration, the blood and the powers of the Threrianthropes concede mostly physical gifts, among them, inhuman strength and resilience, impossible stamina and speed; for those gifts, it was needed a strong body.

The ladies of the room, take notice of the body of Takashi and almost all of them had a nuclear blush.

However, the boys of the room, immediately noticed a couple of odd things, as Takashi closed the door and walked into the little restroom, to get clean as better as he could, from all the blood and grime he had all over his body.

The only piece of clothes he had, was his school uniform ragged pants; the only thing left of his school uniform; a ragged piece of cloth that did nothing to hid his impressive physical form, a body that decathlon athletes would sell their mothers souls, just for half of it.

The sudden apparition of Takashi and Plushy had put everyone in a loop, that was something that few were expecting and soon they overwhelm him with questions, and in the females case a very welcome hugs, that secretly Takashi enjoyed a lot.

But suddenly he raised an eyebrow.

Wait..did just Saeko coop a feel of my crotch right now?, taking advantage of the hug...oh, naughty girl, I'm falling in love with you more an more each minute thought the teenager Threrianthrope and the discrete but incredible bold movement of Saeko, a girl that he was just really know, for a couple of days before all this mess occurs.

With haste, Takashi clean as best as he could, and picked up from the little bathroom, a forgotten student jacket, he was shoeless, shirtless and with ragged pants, in all, all the girls found him incredible attractive, in a Tarzan sort of way, however, before he could put his jacket on, everybody could see the horrendous scars of his back, the scars left from the attack of the Threrianthrope that tried to stole his powers.

"I know all of you had a lot of questions" cut Takashi short the incoming avalanche, he wanted to celebrate his resurrection as much as everybody else, but there was bigger concerns at the other side of the door.

"And I promise you all, that as soon as we had a break, I would explain everything as best as I could" none of the present dared to say nothing.

There was something on Takashi that gives them confidence, he was a presence that was overwhelming; there was something dangerous about him, but it was something dangerous for those things out there and not for them.

"So, until we could talk in a safer place, what was your plan?" ask Takashi, that did notice how Igou was limping on his left leg.

Saya was the one that explained him, how they had survived in the school and how the big bad dog of Marikawa-sensei was the one that had found all of them and bring them to the room, until the dog suddenly disappeared and reappear with him.

The next movement was to took one of the school buses and get the hell out of there, all of them wanted to know if their loved ones were alive and well, and after that, look for a safe place to hide until the rescue come in; they had saw a lot of helicopters from the JDF passing all over the city, it was a matter of time before a rescue was organized.

Takashi had his doubts about all the rescue thing, but he was out of commission when they saw the helicopters, and that sliver of hope was something important, what he did not miss was how Kohta and Saeko did not seems to share the idea of the rescue, however they will be with their friends.

Takashi was proud of his pack, Kohta and Saeko were worthy pack mates, people that he could trust, not it was only a matter of waiting for the right chance and see if they could understand the kind of monster Takashi was.

The teenager was not deluding himself, he was very conscious about how he was a monster by any human measure and if what Magnus told him about the true form of the Threrianthropes was true, he was going to transform into an even worst nightmare; fortunately, they were already living in one; another monster to the freak circus would not be noticed or so he hoped.

He would hate to terrify his own pack, not to mention how hurt will he felt if Saeko or Hayashi-sensei look at him with fearful eyes; yes, he really didn't want that.

Focusing on the present, Takashi stretched his arms over his head, the sudden influx of power of the first transformation was fading, but he fell better than ever; his senses were not fighting him, they were dumber than they usually were and at the same time sharper than ever.

It was a very curious sensation.

Once everybody of their pack pick up their impromptu weaponry; varying from the bokken of Saeko to the nail gun of Kohta, all of them look worn out and improvised; and Marikawa-sensei stop nuzzling into Plushys fur and grab her medical bag, all the group prepare to exit.

"Takashi..." said Igou, still looking pained from whatever had hurt his leg; Takashi could smell that there was not infection on it, so it was safe, although he was curious how had Igou suffer that injury " aren't you going to pick up some kind of weapon".

Takashi smiled to the one that he called bro once; a full of teeth smile that was more akin to a wolf than a human being; and with a loud snikt, five very long, very sharp nails of three inches long erupted from the tip of his fingers, substituting the human nails on his hand.

"I am a weapon now, Igou" chuckled mirthlessly Takashi " but you are right, I better grab some weapon".

The short bark of the dog called his attention as Plushy/Magnus patted the crystal of the Anti-Fire glass, behind the hard material, there was a long hose and a fire ax; smiling in gratitude to the dog, Takashi walked to the glass and with a pull, rend the metallic frame, taking the ax from the inside and swing it a couple of times.

"Oh, yes, this will do nicely" chuckled the boy.

He would lie, if he said that he did not enjoyed the shocked expressions of all of them, but the hint of worry and the pang of fear in a few of them did sent twin pang of fear into his own heart; he really didn't want to scare them like that.

Walking into the halls of the school was not difficult; they took a clear formation.

Takashi on point with Kohta at his left and Rei on his right; he could sense the glares of the girl, and for the first time in forever, Takashi didn't really just care in the same way he did on the past; of course, she was pack and he would protect her from whatever this hell on earth throws at them, but it was not the same.

Behind them, Saya, Marikawa-sensei, Hayashi-sensei, Plushy and Igou formed the core of the group; except Igou they were mostly non-combatants, and the boy had a twisted ankle that did little favor to a martial artist like him; relegating him to a support mission, if some of those things managed to get past them.

It wasn't really necessary as Takashi knew that Plushy would torn to pieces anything that dared to came closer to the blonde bombshell of the school nurse or any of Takashis pack. Magnus/Plushy may not be part of his pack per se, but Takashi had the utmost respect for the old Threrianthrope.

Saeko was on the rear, covering their backs with her bokken ready; the presence of the girl was a balsam for the nerves of Takashi, he knew how good she was with that ; in appearance; simply stick; she would bust the head of any of those things that tried to gain their backs.

Walking at a good pace; even if Takashi feel like they were dragging their feet all the way; his movements now were far more focused that they were in the past, and his body demanded action, he was almost and adrenaline junkie now.

He would have loved to ask Magnus if this was normal but the man was under his Plushy facade and talking with the dog would just blow up his cover.

Takashi didn't really want to know what could Magnus do to him, if the pull than one on the old Threrianthrope; even after all the motivational speech the old man has done about how Takashi was very powerful Threrianthrope, Takashi knew; at an instinct level; that Magnus could kick his ass all ways to Sunday if he wanted.

Everyone of his pack was terrified, but Takashi was proud that they were hiding their fear incredible well; they were focusing in survive and protect the pack as good as they could, and that was something that Takashi; or at last his new found pack sense; appreciated.

They advanced into the halls of the school, and for the disbelief of almost all of the group, Takashi alone was more than capable of cleaving a path among the undeads that crawl the school, he was ruthless, savage and precise, all in one; something that Saeko really appreciated on the rear of the formation, observing how Takashi dealt with the menace with a slight smirk on her lips.

Kohta was smiling too, his friend was back and with a vengeance; he was some kind of supersoldier now and Kohta was just glad that he was on his side; covering his back with his nail gun, Kohta was happy in a sense that scared him a little, for the first time of his life, he had found something that he was good at.

Killing that things with an impromptu firearm.

The rest of the group was just speechless, they didn't know what to think about this new Takashi; it was nothing like the one they knew, and the one that some of them just saw die in front of their eyes; ok, they were running and there was not time for asking questions but still, they were a little wary of the superman of long claws that was in front of them know.

Takashi bury his ax in the face and head of one of those things, at the same time he kicked one out of the window; sending the body flying several meters into the air out of the hall; half a dozen of those things had congregated around him and he just proceed to butcher them in blur.

Igou, Rei and Saeko were martial artist and despite the lack of technique that Takashi was showing; the few times he actually moved in a slow enough manner for them to actually see what he was doing; they had to admit that the ruthless and the brute force Takashi put behind each one of his strikes was quite efficient in the task of eliminating all the zombies that tried to attack him.

Saeko pondered about her relationship with the bestial boy; she liked Takashi, even if they had only chatted a couple of times.

After the display he made in front of the kendo club; dealing with Tsunoda and his lackeys in a manner that made her...a bit flustered; she knew that Takashi had a dark side, but this was a little off of her suspicions.

Despite that, it was a dark side that echoed with her own; her worst secret, one that shatter her facade in front of the entire school and the rest of the world; she was dealing with all this zombie apocalypse thing better than the rest for the single reason that she really enjoyed beating the crap out of those death things.

She had busted the head of several of her kouhais from the kendo club and has done it with a smile; she enjoyed the thrill of the battle, the adrenaline, the final strike that kills her prey, even if her prey was nothing but a corpse that moved in an awkward manner.

And then Takashi appeared; powerful, ruthless, methodical in his elimination of the menaces against the group around him; someone that shared her taste for violence, although he seems to be a bit more in the open than hers about his darker side; she was a crazy girl, she knew that fact from a long time ago, but she could hide it very well.

Takashi had claws; like real, sharp and deadly claws.

Not that he needed them, each time he swing his ax, he cleaved zombies like they were wet paper.

Saeko didn't know what to think about the boy, but there was no doubt in her mind, that he would not disappoint her; that he would became a man worthy of following to the gates of hell, as they were now.

She simply know, in a visceral level perhaps, that Takashi was much more than a passing flirt; they attracted each other, they are drawn by violence and blood, and this zombie apocalypse, as absurd as it could seems at first hand, was just the perfect garden for a couple of wicked blossoms like them to bloom.

Takashi having an anaconda hide under those ragged pants of him was just a secondary bonus in the lust department of the teenager brain of Saeko.,

The group reach a set of stairs, once they went down those stairs, they will reach the hall of the entrance gates, where they could made a run for the school buses and get out of this nightmare; however as they get closer, they discover that the stairs were already filled with another group of students, surrounded by a group of those things.

Takashi observe the scene, he pondered about intervening, after all, even if they were not pack at the moment, in the future they could be; one never underestimated potential allies or foes, you never know where or when would your enemies attack you.

He cracked his neck, readied his ax and with a powerful jump over the fence, land in the middle of the undead horde that were surrounding the students, proceeding to tearing them apart with frightful easiness.

Takashi ear in the distance how his pack called for him, but then they stopped to call him in worry and fear, just observing how he was just butchering the things apart in an incredible display of strength and ruthlessness.

The brow haired teenager claw the head of one of them, and with the same swipe of his arm, torn two in half, tossing them over the fence like they were nothing; after that he grab one by the head and slammed him against five more of them, destroying they bodies by pure brute force.

He slashed, cut, tore, claw, rip and smash his way among the zombies, occasionally and by pure sheer number, they managed to get a bite into his arms, sides or legs, but Takashi just gritted his teeth, destroy completely the offender and let his body take care of the wounds.

Now that his body has adapted to the infection that this wretched things pass onto their victims, it was nothing but a minor nuisance to him; it would made him a bit feverish for a little, but apart from that, there will be no other consequences; his pack was in mortal danger on the other hand, and the less they had to battle this filthy things, the better for all of them.

It didn't take him too long, to get rid of all them, and when he was about to dispatch the last three of them, he noticed how the student group had been reduced to a mere bunch.

In fact there was only a half a dozen of terrified students, all of them holding different kind of improvised weapons.

He took two of the three undead heads and smash them against the remaining head of the third, promptly crushing them in a shower of blood, bone head and brain matter; it was a nasty vision but for the survivors but it was the sound of the salvation.

Takashi wave his hands a little, hiding the claws from the view of the others and recovering his ax from head of one of them as he had buried the sharp blade of the ax to the hilt in one of them in one bloody swing, he still had to control his strength.

Soon the rest of his pack with reunite with him and they could proceed to the entrance hall; he suspected that he would have to kill hundreds more of this things before they could even begun to think they were safe.

Saya slapped him hard on the head, as soon as she could reach Takashi and the half a dozen survivors; not that he sensed anything from the sudden slap, in fact, he was sure that she was the one that was hurt, with her hand swollen from slapping a hard surface.

But she was in an adrenaline high and was far more concerned about the life of Takashi, who had just jump down several meters like it was nothing and claw his way amid an horde of those things like it was a light jog.

Takashi suddenly noticed that he was not even breathing hard; his stamina was out of the charts now, even more than it was previously; that was awesome and perturbing at the same time.

Takashi could see the advantages of this Threrianthrope blood now; still annoyed for the years of suffering, but if wasn't for the blood, he would be dead and stumbling around like one of those things.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" screamed Saya at the top of her lungs, before Kohta, valiantly try to convince the girl to tone down the volume; after all, she was the one that had informed them that those things were guided by sound more than any other sense.

"Easy, Saya-chan" smiled Takashi flexing his left hand a little, the claws went in and out so easily...they didn't even hurt; three inches sharp nails capable to tearing apart steel and concrete like it was wet paper; and much more if what Magnus told him was right.

"Easy?!" almost choked the girl with tears in her eyes, but before she could argue more, Takashi hug her fiercely, covering her frame with his powerful arms.

"This is not the warehouse" said Takashi and she stiffened in his arms, hugging him back strongly.

From the point of view of the young girl, his best friend was going to die again in front of her; something she could not not endure twice again.

It has been not a couple of weeks since the disastrous kidnapping, and the sequels were still fresh in her mind, the sudden lost of Takashi and his miraculous reappearance, and the zombie plague and she had already saw him die in a painful and violent way and.

Saya was a little overwhelmed bu the situation, and now Takashi was realizing how much the girl was coping up; she always was a temperamental girl, and all this shit was overwhelming for everyone around, for the moment they were just coping up with the situation; survival at any cost, later will they made questions and run around like headless chickens.

Saya cry up in the shoulder of Takashi, hugging the boy for her dear life, she need an anchor now, something real to hold up upon, and Takashi, was back, a solid pillar in her life, even with all the problems the boy had with his health.

Problems that no longer seems to be a concern for the boy as it appears, considering how had he just massacre dozens of those things like there were nothing but cattle.

"Yo, Takashi!?" echoed a voice and Takashi look upon to see Morita, one of his pack mates, carrying around a bat covered in blood.

"Morita" recognized Takashi the boy and smiled to him, not leaving Saya out of his arms, as the rest of his pack reunited with them, and greet the other survivors.

"What the heck dude!?" put the bat over his shoulder Morita with sweat running down his brown after how close had he saw the end " when did you became some kind of superman?".

"Uh, long story" chuckled Takashi, who was not ready to told to his pack what he really was.

Both Magnus and him had already decided that few will know of the power of the Threrianthropes, namely their respective packs, and even if Morita was no doubt part of Takashis pack, the rest of the group that Morita was part of, he was not so sure.

There was safety in the numbers, but this was perhaps a matter of quality over quantity, Takashi had to agree with Magnus on that topic, he could only trust a few, less than a dozen persons, that will increase in the future if one takes into consideration the families and acquaintances of his pack mates.

Still, Takashi would try to keep the numbers low; he was powerful, but he was not omnipotent and for all his immunity, none of his pack share that same trait if those things surrounded them, they could kill one of his pack before he could do shit about it.

"Well, make it short, bro" snorted Morita, laying on the railroad of the stairs " this is crazy enough already so, hit me with your worst".

"I will told ya, I promise" said Takashi to his friend " but first comes first, we had to get the hell out of here, before any of this things get a bite on any of us".

"Tch, true" replied Morita sighing tiredly, even if it has been nothing but a couple of hours since all this mess started, it has been worst than an entire marathon to the blonde Mohawk hair styled boy, one of the oldest pals of Takashi, an one that Takashi knew he could trust entirely.

"So, whats the plan now fearless leader?" asked Morita and Takashi blinked a pair of times.

"Duh?" said him back, not sure what to do about that remark.

"What we do now?, do you have a plan to get out there or something?" asked Morita looking at Takashi.

Meanwhile, the rest of the students that were with Morita were chatting and being attended by Marikawa-sensei just in case, some of them had been bitten and had to be...deal with.

Takashi had already prepared himself for that task, even if he hated it; the beast on him had no qualms on taking the driver seat for a sec and behead any infected before they could turn and became a danger for the pack, even if the menace come from the same pack that they were trying to defend at all cost.

"Double duh" smiled Takashi still hugging Saya.

Takashi was running circles on her back with his hands, he knows that it calmed the already overstressed girl a lot, even with all her inner strengths and willpower, seeing his best friend die twice, being told that he was one of them and saw how he charged relentlessly against a horde of that things was a little to much for her.

"She is the genius behind our moves" smiled Takashi with patting Saya on the head, something that he knew the pinkette hated with a passion but secretly enjoyed, not too much after that, a blushing Saya punched him, separating herself from him, more calmed now, that she had vent some stress.

Not so far, Saeko and Rei were staring at the two of them with mixed emotions, Rei was an old friend of both, but after she broke with Takashi; Saya and her were incapable to see each other eye to eye.

Rei was jealous and a little angered, Takashi had never been like that with her; always keeping the distance but now that he was different, Rei was recognizing in the deepest parts of her mind that she may had committed a very bad mistake by breaking up with him.

Saeko on the other hand had another kind of thoughts running on her mind; first of all, she needed a lot of her willpower to just not stare at the carnage with a wicked smile and jump into the bones of Takashi, ravaging him in front of all of the survivors, to make clear that the boy was hers and none else.

It was the first time she had experimented a pull like that; in the couple of chats they had in the previous days, she had to admit that she was content with the boy; he was cute, he was attentive and despite his obvious stares at her figure, he was trying as strong as he could to not be rude or impolite with her.

Saeko was not a complicated woman, well, scratch that, she was a woman, she was complicated on a basis level, but in truth, Saeko was a girl of few vices, however, the one that caused her incredible distress was none other than her unquenchable thirst for violence.

She enjoyed battle, spill blood, cause pain, to swing her sword around and made her enemies fall under her skills and blade.

And now, she was witnessing a side of Takashi that she suspected but never had proof, a side of him that could relate to her more cruel, vicious side; they were more similar than she expected when she saw his violent side for the first time as he trashed a bunch of fools in front of the schools dojo.

"We are going to pick up a school bus and get out" said Saya to Morita.

Morita shrugged and accept the plan without a word, it was not like he had nothing better, so far he was just bashing this things around and running like scared chicken from a place to another.

Takashi clenched his fist a couple of times, letting the two groups mingle; dealing with the zombies has been a good exercise, he was adapting incredible fast to his Threrianthrope powers, something Magnus had already told him, he was of strong blood, and that will show in massive physical powers when his blood stabilized enough and he started to train his body and mind.

He was like a baby now, for the first time in complete control of his own body and testing the limits of his body; far from the enraged state on where he killed the mercenaries that kidnapped Saya like a savage animal would have done.

"Something on your mind Takashi-kun?" echoed the voice of Saeko near Takashi and as always it was like a pull on his soul; the woman had that dammed effect on him.

"I´m not sure, senpai" confessed Takashi " I am dangerous now, and I am starting to realize how dangerous I truly am".

"I will dare say, that the same thing that made you dangerous, is the same thing that miraculously save you from being one of them" whisper the swordswoman.

"Yes" nodded Takashi " I am still adjusting to my actual state, but as I promised I will told you everything as soon as we reach a safe place where to rest" said Takashi, noticing how the group was starting to move.

Takashi would lie if he said that seeing Morita alive and well was not a very welcome sight; losing a member of his pack would be a terrible lost for him; his pack mattered to him more than himself, and if to save one of them he would have to give an arm and a leg, he will give them with a smile.

With her usual mix of brains and cockiness, Saya guided all of the survivors into the stairs that led to the main hall, now that Takashi had cleared a lot of the place; between his awakening and the massacre that he had just protagonist just a second ago; she and Kohta took point, with Takashi in the rear this time, checking from possible chasers.

He doubted of it; his senses told him that there was none of them in the floor, but all the place was swarmed by them; there was hundreds of those things around the buildings and if he was right about the traces of scents he was picking from beyond the school, all the city must be a complete nightmare at this point.

This was no words to describe how everything has gone pear shaped in a blink.

But Takashi was certain that he was not going to fail his pack; they are important to him, and his Threrianthrope blood demands a strong pack against what the world would throw at them.

It was a basic instinct, something that he had before but in a more sedated and confused way, perhaps because he was at war with his own blood; and until whatever created the undead things around him give him the kick his systems needed to reboot himself; but now he was focused on made his pack survive.

He will need a lot of help for that task, even with his enormous strength.

Soon the group reach the stairs of the entrance and as his senses pick before, the place was completely overrun by dozens of those things.

Takashi walk to the front of the group, where the main part of his pack, Saya, Kohta, Saeko and Morita; along Igou and Rei; were pondering what to do now.

Saya was nervously biting one of her nails, something she only did under times of great stress for her, when she was frustrated and wanted to bite the head off whoever was in her way; unfortunately for her, there was a lot of heads, fortunately for her, Takashi could do that, and enjoy a little fun in the process.

However, once again, it would be suicidal for the rest; his strength means nothing if he ends alone, nothing more than a cruel beast that only wanted blood, that would be a destiny worst than death, after all the fight he had put to quell his most bestial urges.

And speaking of those, the beast inside him did seems way more sedated, way more tolerant and flexible about when to unleash the rage and when wait patiently.

It was a good thing anyways, specially now that there was another powerful Threrianthrope near him, Magnus was still in dog form, always close and protecting Marikawa-sensei, someone that was part of two packs, Magnus and Takashis, he was pretty much sure that the question about what pack would the nurse belong to would lead to some serious debates/claws talking in the future, but that was a worry for the future.

"How bad is it?" ask Takashi to the rest of his pack, noticing their distressed appearances, he already smelled and eared constant groans of the undead in the entrance; the sounds echoed on the empty halls and for his sensitive ears, it was easy task to pick up the presence of them all over the place.

"The entrance is a death trap" resume Kohta with his improvised nail rifle on the hands, like it was a baby " they are all over the place, one wrong move and we will we surrounded and tore apart before we could even react".

"If that theory of how they follow sounds is for real" added Rei sitting near Igou, helping the pale boy; despite the treatment of Marikawa-sensei, it was a painful wound, he suffered it when he was protecting one of the two adults present.

Hayashi-sensei and Marikawa-sensei were on the back, protected by Plushy/Magnus as the adults keep the more nervous and terrified of the students as quiet and controlled as possible.

When his ears pick up the sounds of the red head voice, Takashi smiled, she did had a beautiful voice.

Before Saya could snarl at Rei, Takashi intervened.

"I trust Saya completely, if she says they follow sounds, then they follow sounds" said Takashi with absolute confidence, making Saya blush a little but smile to him, for the confidence put in her.

"Then someone had to walk in the middle of that swarm and produce a diversion so we could move outside and into the buses" said Igou with a pale face, walking all the way from the infirmary with a few combats here and there had done little to help heal his badly twisted ankle.

"I will do it" simply stated Takashi scratching the side of his neck and doing some stretching exercises.

"Komuro-kun!" said in a gasp, Hayashi-sensei, joining with the rest as the mass of the group was much calmer now, but still terrified of the situation; as students they were way over their heads, and the teacher were too, but the youngsters tend to rely on adults when the situation went south.

Hayashi Kyoko was taking the situation way badly, but she was doing all she could to be of support of the boy that had give his life for her.

Before his odd resurrection, something that it was not entirely explained yet; Takashi took a dozen of bites for her and Miyamoto Rei when one of the doors of the classes suddenly opened releasing a dozen of those things directly over them.

Only the reflexes of the boy saved her; twice already, one in the entrance and another on the class; for being bitten and then turn into one of those things.

"Don´t worry sensei" smiled Takashi with absolute confidence "I will be well".

"I should be the one" said Saeko, given a step ahead.

"No" said Takashi looking at the swordswoman "just in case something went wrong, I need you here sempai" said Takashi.

"But.." tried to protest Saya and Kohta stopped her, before she could add anything more, Takashi was already on the move in the middle of the sea of corpses.

For everyone that did not know Takashi from before, this was an eye opener experience, and even for those that did knew him before all this nightmare, it only added another layer to the mystery that the boy was now.

No hesitation.

No doubt.

No fear.

Takashi walked in absolute silence in the middle of the swarm of zombies, with a smile lingering in his lips, he slowly walk all the way to the middle of the entrance, indifferent to the walking corpses that surrounded him.

Being completely honest, he was as freak out as the rest, but at the same time, his body and mind just acted on their own, making him walk among the enemy like it was just a stroll on the park.

To be able to pull that stunt out of his hat, the requirement was to have some serious brass balls, and Takashi had them in spades.

Dodging; with grace and never losing the smile; the few that did move to intercept them, more as consequence of their erratic movement than because they had sensed him, Takashi moved to the center of the room, hands on the pockets of his ragged pants.

He reach the center of the room, and stop there, proud and indifferent to the horde surrounding him.

Among his pack and the rest of the survivors, no one dared to utter a word; all of them were flabbergasted by the confidence Takashi exuded like it was something natural to him, his pose, his attitude, all of him scream of power and confidence.

"Wow..way to go, dude" slowly and very faintly whistle Morita with a bat over his shoulders " that some mayor balls".

Saeko on the other hand was smiling, happy to have correctly guessed part of the character of the boy, and she was eager to see more of him, more of the power that he keep under wraps, much like she keep her blood lust under her iron will.

But this nightmare will probably unleash both of them, and a very deep part of her mind was eager to lost control, to finally use her weapons to kill, kill and kill everything in her path, much like a reaper in front of a wheat crop, she knew that this new world in front of her was the perfect place for a person like her.

And she seems to have found another person like her, one that could understand or at last share a bit of her thirst for violence.

Takashi eyed the swarm around him, they were just erratically walking all over the entrance, near the shoe lockers of the entrance of the school, so far Saya theory just proved to be absolutely correct, as he expected from the genius girl; she was a valuable and important part of his pack, he will go hell back and forth for her or any other of his pack members.

His senses were catching quickly the smell of the things that surrounded him, the dry blood, the shit, the wounds that even after an hour look like they were festering at an accelerated rate, perhaps due the the warm climate of the day; it was curious how quick those things got a sick tone all over their bodies, when there was not an hour from some of them to be turned.

Later he would have to talk with Saya and Marikawa-sensei about that, how that sick skin was one of the most prominent symptom of being turned into one of them.

But first comes first.

Takashi grab one of the tumbling fuckers and he just throw him flying to the other end of the room, creating a loud and echoing noise, when the body collided with the lockers, the crystal shelves and all kind of decorations that were on the entrance of the school.

After all it was a very good school, with a lot of fame; otherwise, people like Saya or Saeko would not be in a place like this in a million years; both had quite the name over their beautiful backs...ah, Takashi noted how his more bestial instincts were starting to slip past his defenses.

Not the time to wonder about how an screamer could Saya be or if Saeko would love doggy style and with a shook of his head, Takashi dodged one of them; one that was in direct collision route with him, as it tries to run after the noisy of the fallen and broken zombi on the right of the hall; smirking and focusing his mind into some more practical actions, like get the hell out of there before any of this fuckers had the chance to bite one of his pack.

He waited patiently for the horde to move past him, opening a clear path, so his pack could move outside and into one of the buses; Saya was right after all, they do move by sound, any how, Takashi waited for his chance and when they pass, he walked to the doors and slowly and silently opened them.

As he was the first that could see whats going on outside, he did not surprise very much to see the outside of the entrance; the walk that lead from the door to school door to the metallic gates; was crowed with those things, walking in confuse and random patterns and emitting that sound that grated Takashi nerves.

It was very unpleasant to hear hundreds of those things moan at the same time in your ears; and please don't even make him start about the smell, Takashis nose; even with all the control he had now; was overwhelmed by the thousand different smells.

From the distinctive smells of each person, to the blood, grime, flesh and decayed flesh and putrid skin that those things carries, not to mention the fires and destruction that echoed through all the city, it was a complete pandemonium out there and Takashi could hear and smell it from miles away.

Fortunately, he had his pack to focus his attention, to keep them sane and sound in the middle of this complete disaster.

He went back into the building and made a gesture to the people in the stairs to move, those things would not be distracted forever by the noise, and at some point they will start to wonder around, filling the place to the brim again.

Takashi had already noticed the apparently random movements of those things, they stumble around, until a noise call their attention and then jump at the origin of the sound like a pack of rabid dogs, however, once they had bitten and tore a large chunk of whatever flesh they could put their hands on, they ate it.

But in occasions, they bite and then continue, could it be that they know when a person is already infected and by so, already useless?, sickness as a cure?, that would be a little preposterous but all in this situation was utterly absurd as it is.

From him being some kind of powerful werewolf specie; Threrianthrope as Magnus called it; to this zombie apocalypse that had appear out of nowhere and had transform their teenagers lives into a nightmare.

Takashi lean on one of the doors as everything pass between him and Saeko and Kohta that were guarding the other door, he smiled to all of them; and it did made wonders on everyone moral; they had seem Takashi walk in the middle of the horde without even a twitch.

Cold as the steel of a sword and equally dangerous; as Saeko had whispered in the stairs as she and the rest witness the spectacle flabbergasted; she was liking Takashi more and more each moment, but at the same time, she was intrigued as hell about what has happen to the boy that she knew.

Rei, Igou, Hayashi-sensei, all of them had told about how they had saw Takashi die, and there he was, alive and kicking ass, there was something on him that pulled her, that called her like a month to a flame, and Kamis be dammed she wanted a very, very hot and passionate burn each time she witness him tear apart one of those wretched things.

And then, a loud clang echoed in the school.

It was bad luck really; any sane person would be freaked out at what was happening around him, and do not forget that they were mostly teenagers, people that had their hormones acting in their bodies, producing changes, discovering themselves and the usual shit that went on during puberty.

So, they armed themselves with whatever they had at hand, and one of those impromptu weapons was a metal bar, like the one that is used to hold serum bags on hospitals; as his holder rushed into the stairs and out, the extremes of the bar, hit over the metallic handrail of the stairs.

Metal plus metal, equals noisy sound; sound that echoed in the halls AND the open doors of the school, directly at the mass of tumbling zombies that crowd the gardened entrance of the school.

Takashi sighed, he should have see it coming from a mile away.

"Make a run for the bus, now!" roared Takashi, slamming his face on the first of the things on his way and wildly swinging his ax, tearing apart the nearest zombies..

He did not need to repeat the order, everyone sprint into the open, running like all the hells devils were hot on their heels; something that it was not entirely wrong; Takashi took point, easily surpassing even the fastest runners of the group and proceed to smash and chop into pieces everything that went his way; his claws were already extend and clawing entire body pieces with each swing like they were wet paper, supported by the longer range of the ax.

Saeko at his right, Plushy at his left, Kohta, Morita and Rei covering the back; they open a path for the rest of the survivors to go ahead into one of the buses, guided by Marikawa and Hayashi senseis.

Despite the machine was surrounded; thanks to his pack it was sort work to clean the door of the bus and open it, so all the survivors that had made the run for the bus could enter inside.

There were casualties, but Takashi; in a very crude manner that surprised him a lot, did not pay attention at all; they were no pack, so they were not his problem; what his problem was, was Igou.

"Fuck, Decision time" was the words that crossed over the mind of Takashi.

Igou was injured, his ankle was not ready for a run for the bus, and despite being carried by Morita; a truly bro; they were slower than the rest, Kohta has already his hands full with anything that tried to hunt the people running into the bus, as he covered Saeko when she was dealing with the zombies at the left of the bus.

Takashi could let them die, yes he could; Igou was not a pack mate, he betrayed him, he fucked his girlfriend as soon as he...wait.

Takashi snap out of it; he should have to talk to Plushy/Magnus about this dark thoughts, he was not like that; that was dangerous to think that way, it would; in the long run; damage the pack more than anything else.

Ok, it would be arrogant of him to say that he did not had an ax to grind with Igou, he hooked up with Rei not even a fucking week after they broke; it had a sadistic sense, she went to cry on the shoulder of her best friend, AKA Igou, former bro of Takashi.

It hurt, a fucking lot; but Takashi had another worries to deal with, so he steeled his heart and go ahead, even after Saya give him an earful and stop talking to him for a week for being a stupid wimp; it did hurt too, Saya apologized later on, as it was just her Tsundere side taking the control of the best of her, but Takashi had to admit, that she did had a reason.

And now Takashi had the options right in front of his face, he rip the head of the nearest zombie and with a loud sigh, he did what was right; even if his worst side was calling him for just turn his back and get his ass into the bus; feet to the pedal and get the hell out of there.

Like a juggernaut, Takashi charge into the mass of zombies that were slowly surrounding the wounded Igou and Morita, the blonde mohawk guy was putting a brave resistance, smashing the head of anything that comes near him with his bat, but they were too many and he had to carry with Igou.

The flesh of the zombies was torn apart by Takashi claws and ax, sending pieces of flesh and bone; along wide splashes of the filthy blood of those things into the air, more than a fight, it was a complete massacre; the zombies looks like they had been put through a meat grinder, savagely being rip to shreds by the furious Takashi.

Morita and Igou just look at the covered in blood teen with open eyes, before Takashi ended two of the remain undeads with a savage pull of their heads, ripping them out of their necks in a shower of blood and gore.

"Get your asses into the dammed bus!" roared Takashi pointing at the bus, were Kohta and Saeko were dealing with anything that came close to the car.

He noticed that Magnus/Plushy was not helping them and his nose soon picked up; even as he was covered in blood, flesh and sweat; the smell of the controlled aggression that the older Threrianthrope was emitting; he soon picked up the hidden message; there was problem on the inside of the bus, the sooner he got in, the better.

But that second of distraction was enough for a bunch of those things to dog pile Takashi and bite into his body, drawing blood most because their feral and relentless bites than any real sharp fangs they could have; roaring in sudden pain, Takashi claw and rend the closest one to his hands as he glare at his former friends.

Something must have happen to his face, because he could see the horrified expression of his eyes, he suspected that Magnus/Plushy would have a shit ton things more to explain to him as he had a couple of seconds to enjoy a little rest.

"I said Move!" Takashi moved his hands and grabbing two of the heads that the zombies that were biting him, he squeezed until they exploded like watermelons under an hydraulic hammer.

Morita and Igou were pale as ghost and obey without questions, the order of Takashi who just took a couple of seconds to deal with the nuisances around him, as soon as he had lost a second, a dozen of others things had jump at him, jaws first.

Vicious little things, they were a hell more strong than Takashi did give them credit for; and those bites started to sting like hell; his body was already fighting the infection or whatever the hell what turned people into this little shits was; fortunately, Magnus had already explained that survive the infection once, and he will be immune, however, fighting the sickness would still take some effort from him.

Takashi grunted and keep killing those things, clawing and gashing their heads and bodies, to the point were they were nothing but ribbons of flesh onto his claws and over the soil of the entrance of the school.

For a second, he kind of felt thankful for his darker and more animal side, the one that allowed to kill, and kill, and kill, until there were not more threats to the pack around; otherwise he would be freaking out like any common and sane person would do in a situation like this.

The roar of the motor of the bus called his attention, and saw Kohta waving at him from one of the windows, the worry on the face of his friend was more than clear, and Takashi just made a run for the vehicle, he had to deal with a couple of nuisances on the way, but nothing worth of mention.

A quick glance to his surroundings and he saw how a bigger group of survivors had made it to the bus, when he was dealing with the rescue of Morita and Igou; unfortunately, among those survivors he caught the smell of that snake of a human being, Shido.

He reached the door of the bus, and jumped in, surprising all of the ones inside, before slamming the door shut in front of another couple of things that tried to enter and with a snarl ordered the nurse to hit the pedal.

"Ram those fuckers sensei!" growled Takashi, who had several wounds all over his body; not only from vicious bites, but from nails marks, bruises, and red marks on where the things buried their dirty nails and teeth.

Ah, and he had lost his ax, somewhere along the massacre he had just enacted to save Morita and Igou; for Takashi it was a real pity, he liked that ax a lot, it was perfect for him.

Shizuka-sensei did not need any more cheering, and with a wide smile, she just step into the pedal, making the bus motor roar and move it, into a straight line to the school fence.

Dozen of those things were rammed by the bus, sending their broken and battered bodies into the air or to the sides, where they splattered the threes and the floor of the entrance of the school; a few went flying into the roof of the bus, rebounding a couple of times before fall back to the ground in a bloodied pulp.

Magnus/Plushy, Saeko and Takashi couldn't suppress a savage and wicked smile on their lips as Shizuka run the bus over those things; each for their own reasons.

It didn't take long for the bus to let the school behind, and soon all of them could see the horrid state of the city, as they drove down the hill that guide to the school entrance; fires and smoke littered the urban scenery, as loud noises that came from the conflict that was taking place.

From time to time, they could see some helicopters flying the city, going into the military bases that were way beyond the boundaries of the civilian residences, and near the sea.

Takashi just sat on the floor; near the driving Shizuka and the comfortable laying mass of fur that was Magnus/Plushy, who seems to have reclaimed the seats behind the driver seat; not really a surprise for Takashi, the older ,and way more powerful than him Threrianthrope, had already explained to him that Shizuka was part of his pack, and he will protect her at any cost, even if she had no idea about what he really was.

With a side glance to Magnus/Plushy, he could sense the humor rolling off him; even in this apocalypse, Magnus/Plushy was incredible confident, he was capable of protecting Shizuka with easiness, and only because he sense he need to help the boy and his pack, he stayed there.

In a sense, The older Threrianthrope feel obliged to help the boy with his changes, he had not a pack to explain him things, only his recently formed pack and none of them had a sliver of Threrianthrope blood on them.

However, Magnus/Plushy knew a couple of things about Sayas family that he will keep for himself, he had relative good relationship with the Takagis and saw no reason why should he sour them by revealing secrets of the family.

Takashi felt movement at his side, and with a smile, he greet Saeko who has moved to see how was him; there was a worry on her eyes that did not fell well for Takashi and, oh, of couse, he should have thought about it.

"Whats up?" said Takashi to the swordswoman, raising from the floor, still covered in wounds and the blood of his enemies.

"Takashi-kun...we" she tried to explain with a side glance to the rest of the bus; only his pack had the balls and the courage to got closer to him, with a mix of worry and fear that only pained Takashi; he was conscious of how dangerous and horrific he could seem to be to them, but he will protect them all, he swore it.

"I know" smiled sadly Takashi, looking at the eyes of the woman, she did blush a little for that intense and warm glare all over her.

Compared to the usual stern and ice lady like behavior of Saeko, Takashi couldn't but fell that she was criminally cute with that blush; needing all his force of will to do not jump at her and kiss her like no tomorrow; and judging from the slight smirk on her lips, she had noticed his struggle; he turn to the rest of the bus.

"Look, I know that I appear to be bitten" start Takashi, with a sweep over the survivors on the inside of the bus, inside his mind, he snarled at that cretin of Tsu..something, he didn't remember him that well, and Shido, that living snake; there was something on that man that rubbed him all the wrong ways.

Takashi take out his borrowed jacket; it was practically torn to shreds any way; so everyone could see the horrid collection of wounds that he sported on his body, and the perfect body he had now; perfect muscles, perfect definition, he was the epitome of the masculine body; none in the bus lost sight of both facts.

"But, for me, this is nothing but a nuisance" announced and closing his eyes for a second, he inhaled and clenched his fist.

In a second, the wounds started to emit a tiny and soft smoke, before they knitted together at amazing rate, closing the holes and gashes on the flesh like they were never there, only leaving the dry blood and dirty over the body of the teenager.

It ended in ten seconds, more or less, all his wounds had disappeared like they were not there.

To say that everybody in the bus was shocked would be the underestimation of the century.

"Oh, boy" snarled Takashi "I am hungry, thirsty and only wishing for a bed and sleep until the next century".

"Ey, bro" called Morita to Takashi, tossing him a can of Lipovitan D, a popular branch of energetic drinks in Japan "you need this more than me".

"Kami bless you, pal" smiled Takashi to his dear friend, gulping down the entire can, he was really thirsty after all.

"You welcome" smiled back Morita, leaning on the head of his chair "but seriously Takashi, were the hell did you get those muscles from and where could I get some?" laughed the blonde teenager.

"They were always mine" shrugged Takashi crunching the can in his hand and tossing the scrap of metal into the tiny plastic bin of the bus "why do you think I always wore winter jackets?".

"Pity..:" said Hayashi sensei, and she covered his mouth with a hand, once he realized what she had said out loud, blushing furiously.

Takashi flashed his own blushing smile to the woman, and action that only made him more human and attractive to the eyes of most of the female population at the bus, and increase the hate with capital letters that a couple of men had on him.

"Uh, thanks Sensei" scratched the back of his head Takashi.

"Well, I am impress, really" appeared the voice of Shido in the bus, and Takashi grimaced.

Takashi really felt like taking a shower, every time this man opened his mouth.