Inside the old tennis clubhouse, Kaidoh quickly yanked off his uniform jacket, which was stained with crimson red, stripping from his white t-shirt as well. Momo, already changed into clean clothes, watched from where he was sitting on a nearby bench.

"What the hell is happening out there?" Kaidoh asked, a hidden waver in his voice. Momo seriously couldn't blame him; even though seeing Kaidoh this scared and horrified would normally be something to rub in his face in future arguments, this was nothing to joke about. And Momo was admittedly shaken with terror as well at the phenomenon outside.

"I don't know," Momo said truthfully, shaking his head. "But it's happening. And for some reason there are dead people walking around."

Kaidoh slammed his locker shut. The force of it caused the metal door to echo through the clubhouse with a clang. Momo jumped a little. Kaidoh wheeled around, clean shirt on and a scowl on his face. "Well, thanks for pointing out the obvious, dumbass!" Kaidoh snapped. Momo frowned and opened his mouth to say a retort.

"Hey, calm down - "

"No! Damnit, everything was normal just hours ago! And suddenly, there are fucking corpses coming back to life?" Kaidoh was seething now. "How the fuck. Am I supposed to calm down!"

To say that Kaidoh was as furious as a raging bull was a major understatement. His cheeks were aflame and his eyes were wild, glaring at Momo fiercely. Momo gaped at the angry teenager, slightly frightened. Sure, Kaidoh got angry during plenty of their arguments, but he had never seen him this mad before. He was almost hesitant to speak.

After a moment, Momo looked away and sighed softly. "Mamushi - "

Once again he was cut off. His head snapped up at the sound of Kaidoh harshly punching his locker and he had looked up in time to see his rival turn away from him.

Momo, for once understanding the reason behind Kaidoh's actions and words, sighed again; this was just Kaidoh's way of dealing with this sudden horror that occured. He stood and walked over to Kaidoh. Once he was in front of him, and Kaidoh seemed to visibly calm down, Momo spoke.

"You through?" Momo asked.

Kaidoh took a deep breath and tilted his head down, nodding. "Yeah." He ran a hand across his face, passing through his hair. His usual emerald bandanna wasn't on his head at the moment.

Momo nodded as well. "Okay. Listen. We need to get out of here. I tried to check outside, past the gates. There are dozens of them in the streets. We need a way to get past them."

"And how do you suggest we do that without getting eaten?"

Momo thought about that for a moment, glancing out past the window. He inwardly winced when he saw the blood staining it. Then he remembered something.

Turning back to Kaidoh, he said, "While I was running away from some of them, I passed through a crowd. I must have touched half a dozen and they did nothing to react."

"You touched them?"

"Not intentionally," Momo said, frowning. "I brushed past a few on my way here. I don't think they can see us."

Kaidoh raised a brow. "They don't have sight? How can we be sure?"

Momo shook his head. "I don't know. But nothing happened to me on the way here." Momo reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. "... Well, all I know so far is that the way to kill them is to crush their heads."

"Yeah, I figured." Kaidoh's eyes shifted briefly at the bloody crowbar he had been using. "We need something more to protect ourselves."

"The equipment shed," Momo said at once. "Sometimes, when the custodians are outside, they leave their tools in there so they won't have to bring them back inside. They take them back at the end of the day, but there's a chance that maybe there might be something useful in there."

Kaidoh grunted in approval and looked back at the door. He did appear nervous and unwilling to go back outside and face the horror again, but with effort he managed to keep a stoic face and retrieved his crowbar.

"Well then, let's go."

XXX

Momo opened the door to the clubhouse slowly, poking his head out and looking around. None of the Dead seemed to be near the clubhouse at the moment, but they would need to move in order to make use of the temporary path laid out for them toward the shed. Turning back to Kaidoh, he quietly beckoned him to follow and walked forward, holding them door open for Kaidoh to come through.

Once they were both outside, Momo let go of the door.

It met the frame with a loud thud.

Two pairs of eyes widened and watched as some of the nearby Dead lifted their deformed heads at the noise and began to walk, or rather stumble, onward to the two stricken boys.

Kaidoh opened his mouth, and immediately Momo pressed a hand over it, wrapping his arm around Kaidoh's neck, and pulled him close, standing still. Kaidoh's eyes were huge, and his breathing came short and quick from his nostrils. He raised his hands to pull Momo's arm away from his neck and mouth.

Momo's arm only tightened. He leaned down and whispered into Kaidoh's ear, "Don't make any noise. I think I just figured something out."

And with that, he began to pull Kaidoh slowly away from the approaching Dead, tiptoeing backwards to the shed behind the clubhouse. The Dead, as predicted, had no knowledge of the departing tennis players. They continued to walk toward the door to the clubhouse. Momo waited for the impact of them hitting the door and loosened his arm on Kaidoh's neck.

The Dead hit the door, but they didn't just hit it and back away, and continued to press themselves against the door and walls, clawing at it and moaning.

Once they were at a safe distance, Momo let go of Kaidoh completely, and the other boy didn't hesitate to move away from his rival.

"Did you see that?" Momo said, pointing over to the Dead, who were still trying to claw at the object in front of them. "They reacted when the door closed and made a loud noise. They react to sound. They can't have any sight, or else they would have noticed us moving away or they wouldn't have bumped into the clubhouse."

Kaidoh rubbed his neck lightly and shot a glare at Momo. "Fshuu... You're telling me you did that on purpose?"

Momo's eyebrows knitted together. "Well, we had to do something to see if my theory was right."

Kaidoh scowled and shot his arm forward sharply, punching Momo sharply on his arm. While Momo grunted in pain and rubbed his arm, Kaidoh hissed out in anger. "Dumbass. Warn me next time!"

Momo, while the agony in his arm was now doubled as Kaidoh punched him once more at the end of his statement, smirked. "Come on," he said, his heart thudding quite painfully in his chest from the ordeal. "We better see to that shed."

XXX

The light of the afternoon sun streamed into the shed as Kaidoh and Momo pushed the doors open. Everything was as it was this morning during practice. The spare nets were rolled up and stashed in a corner, practice cones were stacked up, bags that were filled with grip tape, racket strings, and other neccesities were piled away. Kaidoh stepped inside, Momo following suit.

So far, they could see nothing that could be of use to them. Momo was about to give up hope of finding anything in here until Kaidoh spoke out.

"Back here!" he called, quiet so that the Dead wouldn't hear them outside, but loud enough for Momo to hear. Momo pushed past the stray nets and stepped over cones until he reached Kaidoh. Hanging on the back wall were two shovels, an iron rake, some building tools, and an axe. These might have been in here for a while; perhaps the custodians had forgotten them here for some time, though Momo had never seen these tools back here before.

He lifted a shovel from where it hung on a peg and examined it. Placing it back, he then took the axe and weighed it in his hands, smiling. He turned to Kaidoh. "Oh yeah. These will definitely help."

Kaidoh grabbed a shovel and turned back around, making his way out of the shed. "We should get moving."

Momo grabbed the iron rake before following. At this point, anything could be useful.

Wrote this while watching Highschool of the Dead. =)

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