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"Shit!" Trent cursed, pushing the zombie away from him and putting his hands on his wounds.
"Where'd they all come from?" Dylan asked, moving in front of Mizori protectively, but in the process leaving Minori to fend for herself.
"Everywhere, anywhere! Let's fuckin' run!" Trent said, trying to stem the bleeding by using his shirt. He ran for the road, but his ankle gave way. He tried to crawl, but the zombies were coming from everywhere.
Minori was first to follow, using her belt like a whip, even though it was ineffective it moved the zombie's back warily. She caught up to Trent and helped up, showing surprising strength for a girl her stature. It was like a three legged race as Trent and Minori ran for the road.
"Let's go!" Dylan said, pulling on Mizori and following in his ex-girlfriends footsteps. He was using his backpack as some sort of shield, with actually worked as the zombies bit into that.
"Duck!" Leslie yelled, making Tanzi duck just as a zombie tried grabbing for her. "Come on!" Leslie kicked a zombie away and grabbed Tanzi protectively, and started to run for the road but stopped when Zach wasn't moving. He noticed what it was about. "Zach! She's gone all right! As much as it hurts, we have to get going unless you want to be eaten."
In answer, Zach looked to Leslie and smiled crookedly. "I can't leave her in a cupboard like that, so I'm gonna get her." Zach waved to Leslie. "Take care, all right? I'll find you sometime." With that, Zach ran back into the shed.
"Come on." Leslie gritted his teeth and dragged Tanzi up the road, as Zach had managed to distract the zombies with the loud clanging of the trapdoor. "He knows what he is doing." 'I hope' He added in his head, running to the road.
The others were waiting for them by a white van, with Trent in the driver's seat, doing something with the wires.
"What are you doing?" Tanzi asked, concerned. "You're not going to STEAL that van are you?"
"Desperate times call for desperate measures sweety." Trent replied, wincing as he held his shirt over his neck wound. A tattoo was on his chest of a skull and crossbones, except the skull was replaced with a motorbike helmet.
"H-how are you?" Tanzi asked, looking at Trent.
Trent shrugged. "I'm gonna die." He stated simply, just as the engine roared to life. "Fuck yeah! Come on, get in."
Leslie climbed into the driver's seat, not willing to let the injured Trent drive after what happened to Jeffrey, but Trent had took shotgun, leaving Minori, Mizori, Dylan and Tanzi in the back of the van.
Tanzi looked to the three students, who were still shocked and unable to express their feelings, and decided to get to know them better.
"So." Tanzi started, getting the attention of the three. "What's your story?"
"Our story, if you could call it that, is a typical love story." Mizori said, giving the evil eye to Minori, who replied with a middle finger. "Me and Dylan were happily in love, or at least I was. But then my dear sister decided she wanted him, and stole him off me. And that little asshole decided to go along with her!" she crossed her arms, and glared at Dylan, who shrugged and pointedly put an arm around Minori's shoulder. "And guess what! Because of that, I lost my chance to go to England. Lost my chance to fulfil what I wanted to do! The Navis Ferry was one of the best ferry's you can get, and all that money was wasted!"
"Wait, the Navis ferry?" Tanzi asked.
"Yes. What of it?"
"I was on that ferry, but I was heading to America. Mind you, that was months ago." Tanzi sighed, remembering all her friends from back then. All the people that been killed by Death.
"So, what's your story?" Minori asked. "You know our tragic tale, what about you?"
"Heh, you'd laugh."
"Try us." Dylan said, speaking for the first time in a while.
"Okay. Some time ago I had... had a vision." Tanzi steeled herself for unbelievable looks, even a giggle, but none came.
"What? You mean those 'visionary's' in the news? They were everywhere back then. Alex Browning, Kimberly Corman... are you telling me that YOU were one?" Mizori asked.
"Indeed. I foresaw hundreds dying, and I managed to save a few people. This was where I met Paige and Zach" Tanzi sighed, remembering back to the day when the stadium collapsed, when Fred was alive and... and in love with her. "Slowly, these people started to die one by one, with me and Paige trying to save them, along with some other believers. But the only survivors in the end were me, Paige, and two girls called Lacey Filih and Jade Skysong. We thought it was over, but how wrong we were. We were contacted by an 'expert in death', and were told we had to give our blood to Death to permantly stop him. Little did we know the person directing us was possessed by Death himself. And then we were involved in another premonition incident, causing the death of another group of people, including Lacey and Jade. In this group Leslie survived. And then Paige defeated Death and... and she indirectly caused this thing."
"Wow..." Mizori was speechless for a moment. "Wait, so, this 'zombie' thing is because of Death... dying?"
"Exactly. There is no Death, so there can be no deaths, and no births as Death controls life as we know it. People were meant to die their allotted time, but when they didn't they somehow changed into, well yes, these zombies."
"Amazing..." Mizori muttered.
"So your friend caused this? Thank god she's dead." Minori said, not caring about Tanzi feelings.
Tanzi resisted the urge to give this girl a piece of her mind, and resorted to staring her down. "Be careful what you say, Azura. If you get on the wrong side of me, I won't be worried about using you as bait!"
As that conversation was taking place, Leslie and Trent were having their own conversation in the front.
"So, how long do you reckon you got left?" Leslie asked, keeping his eyes on the road and avoiding corpses. "You know, until you turn."
Trent looked at him and sighed. "I don't know. I reckon maybe a few hours. That was how long it took for your mate Jeffrey to die." Trent sighed again, before suddenly looking at Leslie with intense eyes. "Hey... I don't want to die, you know. I d-don't want to leave this world right now, I mean, I'm only 26 for god's sake." Tears started to trickle down Trent's face, actually surprising Leslie.
"Your crying." He stated.
"Heh. You would've never thought, huh. But even though I act like a dick, I am humane. I care for my friends... I cared for Victor. Well, I guess he won't be alone for long now anyway. I just hope I can do something to end this thing before I die. I've seen these zombies, I witnessed freakish visions, but I still don't want to die. I want to see this thing out before the – HOLY FUCK, BREAK!" Trent yelled, causing Leslie to look to the road and press down hard on the break. The van skidded across the road, stopping in front of a man. A living man.