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Takashi took action once the screams and shouts of anger, fear, and pain subsided to some degree. He descended the stairs leading to the grisly hell infested with the living dead quickly but quietly. Seeing the blood, the bodies, and the corpses walking around after over a decade, he could not help himself. He pulled the gas mask off and took in the thick stench of death into his lungs like a recovering addict taking a dose of narcotics. He could barely contain the tremble of ecstatic joy and excitement in his chest, but his mind was clear, clearer than it has been since he went in hiding.
His two objectives were simple: escape and survive no matter what the cost. Scanning the hallways, there were already quite a few infected in his immediate area. The hallways were wide enough to take at least four people to make a wall. Taking all of them down would deplete his reserve of ammunition in a matter of minutes.
Then an idea struck his mind. The chemistry lab was on the fourth floor where he is right now, a little over ten meters away. Two floors directly below that was the faculty office. Releasing the safety on the MP7A1 and setting it to semiautomatic fire, he began to open fire with deadly accuracy. Every trigger pull made the gun jolt slightly, sending a slight shock to his right shoulder, spraying the contents of the infected people's heads all over the area and making them topple on top of each other like marionettes with their strings cut off. Once there was a large enough gap, Takashi dashed through.
Throwing the chemistry lab's door open, Takashi began to raid the shelves cluttered with chemicals. After taking bottles of nitric acid, sulfuric acid and glycerin, he took a large beaker from the sink and started pouring them into it. Then he sliced the gas tubes connected to the bunsen burners and opened the gas main. He moved out into the veranda and from within his bag pulled out some rope used for mountain climbing and tied it to the parapet. Wrapping the rope around his arm, Takashi took a breath and jumped off the veranda, whooping with glee while he descended to the second floor. Just as he put his foot on the ledge, a deafening explosion shook the air, activating the fire alarm letting loose a cacophonous blaring sound. "Gotta love me some nitroglycerin with a touch of gasoline," Takashi chuckled as flecks of glass and pieces of flesh that have been burned to a crisp began raining down on the school grounds. Once he reached the second floor veranda, the window was slightly ajar for ventilation purposes (and to cut back on electricity bills) as he suspected.
"Now to commandeer a car. Keys, keys, keys…." He began opening up desk drawers and unceremoniously dumping the contents out on the table to look for car keys belonging to the teachers. Most of them are probably infected by now and will have no use for them either way. As a holder of the driver licenses of both motorcycles and cars, make and model were of little importance. Then he remembered the principal drove a secondhand Lexus IS-F, a car with a wide body and high horsepower. Just as he found them the door leading to the hallway slid open, and Takashi immediately ducked down to hide.
The people that came in were Saeko armed with her wooden sword and a blonde woman in holding a brown leather doctor bag. Judging by the lab coat hanging out of it she was the school nurse. Her skirt was torn up to her waist—-in order to make running easier, no doubt—revealing her fleshy thigh as well as her pastel purple underwear.
A few moments later, a squat boy wearing glasses and a pink haired girl with pigtails covered in blood stumbled in after the pair. And by some coincidence, Takashi was acquainted with all of them. Besides Saeko, the nurse Shizuka Marikawa, and the other pair was Kota Hirano and Saya Takagi. "None of you were bitten, correct?"
"I'm alright!"
"Same here."
Shizuka hobbled over to the desk that she usually uses and lay face down on it with a heavy sigh. It was only natural; something out of science fiction became a terrifying reality more sudden than a sudden rain. The fire alarm was part of the reason as well.
Kota on the other hand, was diligently making an effort to move tables and chairs in front of the door to make a barricade, but due to his lack of daily exercise and his smaller-than-average physique wore him out quickly.
"Dammit, fatty! The least you could do is exercise a bit!"
"But his foresight to immediately begin constructing a barricade after coming here is commendable, no?" Saeko's eyes flicked towards the makeshift weapon Kota was using: a nail gun with a makeshift stock duct taped to the back end and front and rear sights made with a broken pencil and an eraser cut in half. "And it seems that he was the one protecting you on your way here. I believe you owe him a word of gratitude for his efforts."
Saya said nothing to Saeko's words, grumbling that she was going to wash her face.
Takashi then stood up, the fire alarm getting on his nerves.
"Is….is that really you? Komuro?"
"Yep." Takashi's original plan was to use the fire alarm to his advantage and use the entire school as bait. While both infected and people alike were discombobulated by the alarm, he would obtain car keys, go through the main gate to the parking lot and drive away, but finding the keys took longer than he had anticipated.
"And those clothes….what…" To Saeko, Takashi looked like a soldier that just popped out of the silver screen into real life. She knew it was not the time or place, but she could not take her eyes off of him. They looked good on him and the dark colors made his eyes stand out all the more, deep and enticing like the sea itself.
"Bring the other three, it's too loud here. And be quick. If you're left behind, you stay behind." Moving the barricade out of the way with his foot, he headed for the stairs leading to the ground floor as he trampled the infected underfoot. The other four hurried after Takashi.
Shooting the infected in front of him, He pressed through the gaps in their ranks. Those that were not shot had their heads crushed by courtesy of Saeko's wooden sword. Glancing backwards, Takashi saw Kota doing everything he can to keep up, all while covering Saya and making headshots.
Clicking the remote key several times, Takashi saw the lights of a black car flicker and unlock. Jamming the keys into the car, he gunned the engine. The car roared like a beast as it tore across the asphalt, through the gate, and away from the school.
After taking several minutes to catch their breath, four of the five passengers loosened sighs of relief and exhaustion from their mouths.
"I guess we're safe….for now, at least." Saeko said through her deep breaths in order to collect herself.
"Yeah, guess you could say that….damn I'm tired. Oh, and uh, thanks for the help Komuro."
"Mm-hmm." Takashi dismissed Kota's gratitude with a wave and turned the wheel. After putting enough distance from the school, he stopped the car and pulled out the satellite phone once more to call Spectre.
"Any damage to the packages?"
Takashi hesitated in his answer, but realizing that Spectre just spoke in Russian, he decided to answer in kind. "None. But I picked up two more…unexpected packages. Two more than I originally intended."
"What happened?"
"A lot more calm people than I anticipated. I'm sorry. They saw me as well."
"No need to worry about that for now, it's only a matter of time before that becomes irrelevant. We are about to take off from Guam. ETA to Tokonosu Airport is four hours. From there we will use an aircraft that we all chipped in to acquire."
"Copy that. I'll call you once I get to the safe house."
"Don't die on us now."
"Aye, sir." He ended the call and shut the phone off, bringing silence again.
"Komuro, what were those things? Where did you get those weapons? And who are you? You looked….very accustomed to this sort of situation."
"Too many questions. Oh, and by the way, Takashi Komuro is a fake name I pulled out of a hat when I was making a fake passport in Japan. Don't call me that. In my opinion, Takashi is a generic name, and it's lame as shit."
"This isn't the time for jokes! You are not in a spy flick, so stop spouting nonsense!"
"I like listening to jokes, but frankly I suck at coming up with them. I'm an expert in the art of sarcasm though." He threw a glance towards the mirror and Saya averted her gaze.
This boy who insists that he is not who he says he was, is a childhood friend of hers. She did not have any romantic feelings for him, but she did not exactly hate him either. While he was a rather taciturn one, he was kind where it counts, and on top of that, he had a carefree personality and a virtuoso in many fields. As someone who prides herself for her genius level intellect, ignoring him was not an option for Saya. She even challenged him for higher examination scores from time to time.
However, the boy's rejection of that name seemed to her like a rejection of all the memories that she has had with him up to now. While she did her best not to show it, she was confused and terrified on the inside.
"What your true name is matters not. And you still haven't answered my questions." Saeko poked him in the shoulder with a finger from the back seat.
"As for my seemingly acclimated mannerisms, the answer is yes, I am used to shit like this. As for what those things are, based on my experience, it's the product of a weaponized pathogen; a bioweapon. It looks pretty similar to the stuff I've seen with minor discrepancies in the details. And to the question for who I really am, my preferred name is Ryuji Mikage. Anything beyond that, I'm gonna plead the fifth." He took the satellite phone on his lap and tossed it back to the passengers in the back. "If you gotta call someone, be my guest. Just don't break it. Those aren't cheap and the chances of coming across a functioning one is astronomical."
"Will it…..go through to numbers overseas?"
"As long as they're within cell range and their phone isn't shut off." He answered starting the car again.
Takashi Komuro—or Ryuji Mikage, or whoever he really was—was one of the few people that Kota trusted. His knowledge of guns, tanks, military vehicles and more was beyond extensive. He understood all the references from his favorite movies. It was enough for Kota to give him respect and trust. And now it was increasing by the minute.
Even if he could contact his parents right now, there was nothing he could do to save him. If today really was the first page of the apocalypse, he might as well follow this super soldier to the bitter end. He held the satellite phone for a while, but held it out to Saya. "Go ahead. My parents both work overseas; my dad's a jewel merchant who's in Amsterdam right now and my mom is a fashion designer in Paris.
"WHAT THE HELL IS IT WITH YOU PEOPLE AND YOUR GODDAMN BACKSTORIES THAT MAKE SHITTY NOVELS AWARD-WORTHY!?" Saya screamed at the top of her lungs.
"In a manga would your grandfather be a captain of a cruiser?" Shizuka asked, giggling a bit.
"Actually, he was. My grandmother was a violinist in a concert…" Kota scratched his head bashfully while Saya just hung her head in disbelief listening to his family members' occupations. "So, are you gonna use it?"
"Gimme that." She snatched the phone from his grasp and made a call. Once the call went through, there was a brightness in her expression which was never seen until now as she spoke. "Both of them are alive. They're safe."
"Good for you. Oh, uh, don't you have to phone a parent, Ms. Busujima?"
"Mm…Well, I live with my father and he is teaching in a dojo overseas. And for some reason he hates cell phones and does not have one. I will go wherever our driver goes."
"And you, Ms. Shizuka?"
"My parents have been dead for a while now and I don't have any family in the area, so I'll stick with you kids. Oh, but…I do want to check on a friend if that's okay."
"Something-or-other Minami, right? From the BSAA?"
Shizuka's eyes widened in shock as she turned her head towards the driver seat. Besides the knowledge of her friend, but the BSAA was an organization established after Umbrella was dismantled, and was no different from military special forces. Very few people are privy to that information, including its existence and its agents.
"Oh come on, it's not that hard to search things on Google. I just typed in bioterrorism and Umbrella Corporation comes up. There are several people who wrote books based on their experiences."
"You know Rika?"
"A bit, yeah. Ex-SAT of MPD, right? She's a friend of my family; taught her how to shoot straight and true. I was told to bring you, her friend, to my place. The two people who taught you how to become a doctor should drop by too."
"WHAT?! Professor Schneider and Dr. Yamata?"
"The very same," Ryuji chuckled, remembering that both of them loved environments where they could demonstrate their knowledge. And he was slightly unnerved that they both used their real names.
"God, it's been so long…." Shizuka's optimism (which she is known for in the nurse's office) returned, and began dialing her friend. The three in the back began smiled a bit as well.
"Okay, I have two people who clearly stated they'll be sticking with me. I can send Takagi to her home since they're safe….what say you, private Hirano?"
Kota paused, unsure of what to do. Maybe his heightened sense of respect and friendship was leading him astray. In front of him was a friend he respected, and next to him was the girl he had a crush on. If he chooses one, he will lose the other, forever if this crisis does not solve itself soon.
"Ah, take you time man. For now our prime objective is to get past one of the bridges."
All that was left to do was pray nothing else will happen on the way to the safe house.