calm down don't you resist,

your such a delicate wrist,

and if I give it a twist,

something to hold when I lose my grip.

All my life by foo fighters.

H.E.L.L

Laricia Vargas:

holy fuck there's a lot of gross zombie bitches today!

There's always gross zombie bitches here, but today the term is literal... meaning there's literally gross zombie bitches here today.

Damn my life must be fucked up?

"no, stay back Chester the molester." I grunted as I dodged a hit and lodged my knife into the back of his head where his brain stem was. Efficiently killing the "thing"

"look, I know I'm good looking and all, but it doesn't mean you have to all try and rape me." I half growled half joked.

My dark cherry red hair brushing past my shoulders and hanging loosely at the sides of my face as I moved myself forward, hunching slightly as I held my switchblade out beside me. My forest green eyes narrowed.

They moved towards me, and I ran forward, moving to the side and kicking off the wall, and slamming the blade into one of there heads. Landing behind him, I used his limp body as a shield, and threw it at "them", knocking them over.

"oh, I remember who you were, you were that dude from class who got spit balls in my hair last year." I said to the now dead body.

I smirked.

"i hope getting kicked in the crotch six times cleared your head." I purred.

"you alright?" a voice said from behind me.

I spun around and looked at the tall boy behind me.

He had orange hair, which was cut into a kind of military cut I guess, and clear blue eyes, which I had to admit, were pretty awesome.

I tilted my head.

"well now I am, hey why didn't you help me, I was being attacked by zombies if you didn't notice."

I said in a sarcastic tone.

He rolled his eyes.

"I was, but it seems you handled them well." he said calmly, slightly glaring at me with calm blue eyes.

I huffed and placed a hand on my hip.

"whatever." I grumbled.

He started to walk over and past me, but stopped.

"you coming." he said.

I looked at him.

"I can handle myself." I stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

He rolled his head to the side slightly, and looked at me from the corner of his eyes.

"i don't doubt that, but having a group of people would be safest, no matter how skilled you are." he said, counter acting my words.

I huffed in annoyance. He had a point.

I trudged forward over blood and gore and walked ahead of him.

"fine, I'm coming." I growled.

I wonder if there even was any survivors?

I thought for a moment, and looked up at him. Might as well know something about the dude.

"what's your name?" I asked calmly.

He looked at me.

"Wade." he said calmly.

I nodded.

"I'm Laricia." I said.

He tilted his head, and the smallest of amused smirks graced his face. So small in fact I had to strain to see it.

"oh, I've heard about you." was all he said.

Damn right. Everyones head of me.

…...

H.E.L.L

Daisey Saiori:

I held both broomsticks in my hands, walking quietly down the hall. So far I haven't seen any of "them" but I had a feeling that wouldn't be for long.

Looking left and right, my breathing seemed to stop.

There was at least 12 of them at the end of the stairs. They stumbled around and bumped into each other, but didn't look up at me.

Maybe I can sneak past them?

I thought to myself.

I tip toed across the top of the stairs, and down the hall. The zombies didn't even glance up.

it.. it worked? Maybe, maybe they can't see me? Maybe they can't see at all?

That got my thought's racing.

I held one of the broomsticks close to me as I silently walked, trying to keep my breathing quiet, causing it to shudder every so often.

I heard a pair of light feet in front of me, and quickly looked forward.

There was a girl walking towards me, she had bright blond hair in pigtails, and soft amber eyes.

She had a finger against her lip, indicating me to be quiet.

I nodded in understanding as she made her way to me.

She had a long electrical wire in one hand, and a baseball bat in the other.

Her skirt was slightly ripped on the right, and there was tiny splatters of blood on her uniform, and her baseball bat, along with the tip of her electrical whip. At least I would guess she was using the long thick wire as a whip?

"my names Cathy." she whispered, reaching out a hand to shake mine, as if we weren't in the middle of a zombie outbreak, a sweet smile on her face.

I reached out and shook her hand.

"I'm Daisey." I whispered back.

Her smile widened and she nodded.

"come with me and we'll find others." she whispered.

I nodded in agreement and followed.

I felt a lot better now with someone else with me, and glad she looked like she knew what she was doing.

I just hope I can make it out alive?

…...

H.E.L.L

Wade Vincent Collins:

I held my combat knife firmly, the dark bloodied blade glinting off the light from the sky which seemed to be getting either brighter, of darker.

I could hear the slight pitter patter of water from the girls bathroom I was walking past. Blood smeared the door and the stalls, along with the hallway walls.

The sound of Laricia's footsteps were so quiet I had to strain to hear them.

I found myself slightly impressed watching her hold her own, and to know she was also quiet when needed just added to my like in her battle skills.

But she was very blunt, well, so was I, but at least my comments were important.

Whilst I commented on someones skills, she commented on other, simple things.

I already knew this from only knowing her for a couple of minutes.

She wasn't very nice either, I could tell that much. She was even insulting a dead body just a few minutes ago.

"it's to quiet." she grumbled.

Alright, she was able to be quiet, but not able to stay quiet.

"I wonder why." I said sarcastically.

She scrunched her face up.

"don't get sarcastic with me!" she yelled.

I threw a hand to her mouth, covering it.

I was wrong, she wasn't quiet.

I looked ahead as a couple of those "things" walked from the classrooms and headed towards us.

I shifted my grip on my knife and held it firmly beside me.

"hey, why don't you show me those skills you were using earlier again." I said.

Her face seemed to brighten.

"alright!" this chick was strange?

She pulled out her switchblade and turned it in her grip, her forest green eyes darkening and a smirk gracing her lips.

"stanky ass zombie bitches." she mumbled before running forward.

If this were an anime of some sorts, I'd be sweatdropping.

I ran forward along with her and swung my blade, making a curving motion and slamming the tip into the "things" right temple. Blood sprayed out, and I very nearly dodged the red liquid.

It fell to the ground, and I went at another one, easily moving behind it, placing my blade onto it's neck, and my foot on it's back, and yanked with my arm, and pushed with my foot, cutting it's head off.

Beside me Laricia seemed to be dancing around the zombies(not literally) and she always slammed the tip of her blade into there brain stem. That was an affective way to kill, but I like to do it a bit messier I guess?

After cutting down each of the zombies, Laricia looked at me.

"like what you see." she joked.

I scoffed and walked down the hall.

She followed, slightly chuckling, well, more like cackling.

What did I get myself into?

…...

H.E.L.L

Alex:

i've only ever killed three people. My father, that "thing" that attacked Brent. And that other "thing" that attacked me.

So I found it weird I wasn't freaking out at the moment.

I slammed the metal chair leg into one of the "things" heads, and blood sprays out the open end. I kicked forward, and caught it in the chest. It flew back and slumped against the locker.

Phil stood behind me, easily holding his own against the large hoard of these "things" he ran a couple through with his fencing sabers, and cracked a couple of there skulls with a round house kick.

My teeth were grit together, and I flipped one of them over my shoulder, throwing them to the ground and stabbing them in the skull with the metal shaft.

"we, need more people." Phil grunted.

There was at least twenty of these things, maybe more. How we got stuck into this, both me and Phil sneezed... at the exact same time.

It was like the butterfly affect. One tiny action led to this.

"agree'd." I said, then turned and threw my leg out, slamming it into one of "it's" skulls and killing it.

I heard what sounded like a whip cracking, and looked over towards the door way.

Cathy was standing in the doorway with a girl next to her.

The girl had jet black hair, and what looked like blue eyes with a tint of brown.

Cathy held a baseball bat in one hand, and an electrical wire in the other.

"need some help?" she said with a wide toothy grin."

I chuckled and both her and the girl ran forward.

The girl with black hair swung her weapons(which were broomsticks) and clocked a couple in the head.

Cathy withdrew her arm, and forced in forward, whiping one of the "things" in the head with the tip of the uncovered wire, and what looked like electricity cracking above it's head.

How ever she was doing that, it was pretty affective.

It seems like the zombies brains were so under used and weak, that the small amount of electricity fried there simple brains.

It fell to the ground, and Cathy smiled brightly.

We cut the "things" down, and I looked at both Cathy and the girl with black hair.

"are you two alright?" Phil walked over and nodded in agreement.

Cathy made a piece sign with her fingers and giggled.

"I'm fine, and so is Daisey."

"Daisey?" I looked at the girl.

"I'd take it your Daisey then?" now that I think of it, I did know who she was. She was in three of my classes. It's not that I forgot about her because she wasn't important, I merely forgot about her because I was kinda distracted at the time.

She nodded.

I made a "mm" sound and put my hands in my pockets.

I heard a pair of running feet, and the door to the left opened.

A girl with layered brown and red hair came in, and closed the door behind her. Her breathing was quick, and she held the door closed as bangs resounded on the other side.

It was Karine Tomiya?

"sup." she said breathlessly.

I smirked.

"hey."

she nodded, and we walked over to help her with the door.

Placing multiple beams of wood in the handles to keep it closed, Karine backed away from the door, holding her hands up as if she were going to catch it if it fell, or mentally telling it to stay put.

She sighed and dusted her school uniform off a bit, not that it would do her any good with all the blood stains on it though.

"thanks for helping me." she said, bending over and placing her hands on her knee's.

Cathy smiled, Daisey nodded, and Phil nodded as well, along with me.

"no problem."

Cathy said sweetly.

Cathy leaned her head on my shoulder.

"lets go find others, the possibility of survivors is likely."

I nodded.

"agree'd."

it's true, the possibility of survivors is slightly likely, but with what I've seen today, I wouldn't be surprised if there wasn't any?

…...

disclaimer: I do not own highschool of the dead. Just my three Oc's Alex, Cathy, and the now dead Brent :( R.I.P Brent :(

alrighty XD i'm done with excepting Oc's, I've gotten all the ones I need. And i'm sorry if I don't except your Oc, but it'll only be because either you didn't fill the form out correctly, or I just couldn't add enough. This is also my very first highschool of the dead story, so please enjoy! XD

and if your already signed up Oc hasn;t shown up yet, it's because i've still working on it. It's hard to act accordingly to exactly how your character will act. Possibly in the next chapter the rest of the characters will be shown. I hope you enjoy! XD