"Yuma I-I'm sorry" Peter leaned over Yuma fully dead body tears falling on her pale skin as he took the jacket he had wrapped around her leg and moved it to cover her head as he put his hands together praying that her soul can move onto the next life as sobs shook his shoulders.

He looked at her once more and any ounce of strength he had left in him broke as he crawled to the side of the wall and leaned against it staring at the sky with dull eyes.

"Y-Yuma" He mumbled placing a hand on her calve as his eyes continued to look up.

In the floor below them; in the headmaster's room, The small group began to think of some kind of plan to get them out of this school, and the only logical sense to get out quick and effective was taking one of the buses.

"Hold up! You do realize that the pervy coach who usually is on the ground floors has the keys right?" Sakura quickly explained as she looked at the group. She leaned against the wall tightening the makeshift brace on her wrist.

"Yeah, we need someone to go down there who is very quick to find the coach and come back here, and then we can go as a group to the buses," Kikyo suggested as Amelia couldn't help but snort at the idea.

"Oh really and who can we trust to do that and not leave all of us behind," She remarked making her go quiet.

"N-Never mind then…" She mumbled softly as she looked down before Keiko who stood silently finally spoke up.

"She has a point we don't have cars and we need a way to our homes...Walking isn't safe if we consider the number of students in the school and if we consider ourselves the only ones alive." She said as she rubbed her chin in thought. She knew that her fellow pink-haired student, Sakura, would not be a good choice due to her soreness and the white-haired heiress would most likely not defend herself.

"I think I can do it," Kikyo said which made Keiko shake her head.

"No, you are good at long-distance defense not so much once they are on you," She said which made her glance over to the other members.

"You" She pointed at the white-haired artist, Dima, He looked up in surprise but cocked his head to the side.

"Me?"

"Yes you seem to have your weapon already chose and I've seen you run before and you are quick….Plus I don't think you will want to leave something behind" She looked at Amelia who looked around the headmaster room not saying much.

"Alright, I'll do it…" He mumbled with a sigh. Sakura walked up with a hair bow in her hand.

"Here you'll need this" Dima gave a nod in appreciation as he tied up his hair and rolled his neck. He can feel the nervousness rise but that was normal when you have to go risk your life for a stupid key.

Dima walked to the front door, taking a deep breath but as he reached for the door handle a hand gripped his other making him turn to face the person.

"Be careful Baka…" Amelia mumbled as Dima gave a lopsided grin.

"Will do princess," He said as he opened the door leaving the others alone in the classroom separating them from the chaos outside the room.

Dima can feel the fear looming as he stared down the hallway seeing the splats of blood and body parts lining the once bright white marble floors. He assumed that Keiko and Naka were the ones that cleared the hall prior to them showing up.

Holding his weapon tight in his hand he slowly walked down the hall that leads to the stairway leading up to the roof and down the floors below that are sure to hold more of the freaks. Taking a deep breath he moved his free hand to straighten his frazzled hair as he walked down the steps as quiet as possible as he came to the door leading to the second floor. Knowing he needed to go to the ground floor he kept in mind to not open it ever.

Continuing on his way he eventually came to the first floor and knowing it will be the worst of any of the floors. Sliding the door open and the smell of death hit him making him gag a bit. Lifting his undershirt over his nose. He pushed open the door all the way and the number of freaks was overwhelming.

Staying silent he walked within the halls hoping that maybe he will find the coach sooner rather than later. Coming up to a split leading outside and further down the hall the sound of fast footsteps caught hus attention since the freaks were slow. Turning coming down the same door he previously did was three students.

Dima acted fast and pushed himself into a classroom that was surprisingly empty and closed the door just as one of the fleeing students was grabbed and yanked into who ever grabbed them and was being chopped down as their screams became loud.

Cursing himself he stood from the door and looked around the classroom. The desk was tipped over and the papers the previously littered the table was knocked on the floor around him. Walking up he lifted the table and gasped seeing none other the keys he was sent for but something didn't feel right...Wasn't the coach suppose to have these?

Before he could grab the keys he felt his hair get tugged as he fell back as the freak jumped on him chopping down but luckily Dima kept his teeth away from any sort of flesh of his.

"Fuck get off me!" He snarled shoving him off and scrambled for his dropped weapon before turning just in time to impale the freak in the head as the coach fell limp ontop of him.

Dima laid there panting as he eventually shoved him off and sat up covered in freak blood. Shaking his head he grabbed the keys and stood walking to the door hearing no more sounds besides the freaks groans and moans.

Sliding the door open he noticed they a lot were occipied on the student eating down on them as the other half were either outside chasing the others or inside oblivious. Sighing softly he walked out and back to the staircase just glad to get out of that horrid situation for the time being.

Quickly making his way back up the stairs he noticed the sound of what he assumed was crying coming from the roof. Confused a bit he continued up to the roof and opened the door surprised whoever was up here didn't lock it.

"Hello?" He called out as he looked over seeing Peter curled in a ball next to a body.

"Oh damn hey you okay?" He asked making Peter look at him surprised as he shook his head while closing his eyes as he buried his face inside his hands sobbing.

"Look dude not to alarm you or anything but your cries might attract those things once they make their way up here" he said but noticed Peter was ignoring him making him sigh.

"Hey" He leaned down next to him and noticed the dead body next to him was wearing a female uniform.

"She your girlfriend?" He asked watching as Peter tensed up but shook his head no.

"S-She wasn't b-but she wanted to" He whimpered making Dima nod his head in understanding. A pretty girl to shy to say anything until her last dying breaths.

"I don't know you guys but I'm sure if she was still here with you...She would tell you to get up and survive" Dima said as the corner of his eye picked up movement from the male.

"I know...It hurts a lot" He mumbled softly as Dima nodded.

"Come with us...We have a group below us and we plan on leaving soon" He lifted up the keys so Peter could see making him slowly nod and agree to leave with them.

Dima stood up and reached his hand out as Peter grabbed his hand standing up. Dima nodded and looked to the female body and prayed.

"When ever you wanna talk about it...I'm here" Dima said as Peter nodded choking back tears. Dima patted his back and lead him to his new group.