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Chapter 4: End Night

"Kazuko?" A faint voice, it sounded so far away. "Kazuko!" He gasps and forced to open his tired eyes. He's left breathless, shaken from the sudden call of his name, right ear ringing and his heart racing. All of those were signs of his fatigue.

"We should find a place to rest." Vivian proclaimed. Kazuko took his time to stand, using a wall as support. His legs shook as he tried his best to get up on his feet.

"Ye-Yeah." He muttered tiredly. As he takes a step forward, his knees buckled beneath him, forcing him to fall ahead. Vivian was quick on her feet, grabbing Kazuko before he could fall on his head. The grip on his pistol loosened till it slipped past his fingers and falls to the floor with a loud clatter.

"Hey! Hey! Just keep your eyes open okay?!" Vivian shook him with much vigor; it didn't fit her appearance at all.

"S-Sorry." Kazuko muttered and pushed himself off. He grabbed the dropped pistol and hands it to her. "There's an infirmary in the next block, you go on ahead." He leaned against the wall with a hand on his chest. He's trying to calm his racing heart but it was was futile. His heart was pumping quickly to keep up with his grueling tasks.

"What about you?" She questioned with doubts of his request.

"I'll be right behind you." He answered almost too calmly.

"You're not a very good survivalist are you?" It was more of a cynical comment than a proper question but Kazuko replied with a faint smile on his face.

"I try to be."

XxX

Malory narrowed her eyes on the sight of her rifle but what lies in between her and her soon to be target was an innocent individual named Alice. With an exhausted look on Alice's face she begged them both to calm down and, particularly to Malory, to lower her rifle.

"If you try anything funny," She lowers her rifle to point with a free hand. "You're a dead man." She began to wonder how such a line could exist in her vocabulary. It didn't matter as her words were sharp and true. Tristan responded with a weak nod, unable to defy anything in this conflict.

"Good!" Alice ended her word with a sigh; relieved that such a conflict could be ended calmly and without violence. "So Tristan," She turned to him as if the quarrel before had never occurred. "Where are our rooms?"

"Um, it's upstairs, the first door to your left. Both of you can sleep there for the night." Tristan informed with subtle hand gestures.

"Let's go." Malory directed her words to Alice and after giving Tristan a final stare, she led Alice to their room, taking Tristan's directions into consideration. They ascended the dimly lit staircase and began to talk for a brief moment. It didn't matter if Tristan could hear them; their voices were out of earshot.

"Mal, can I call you that?" Alice began.

"Sure." She answered shortly.

"Is there something wrong with Tristan?" She was blunt about it.

"I'm just being cautious." She responded in the same manner as before, short. Alice simply replied with an understanding hum. "This must be it." Malory turned to face the door before opening it. The room wasn't bare, but it wasn't heavily furnished either. There was a queen size bed, a bookshelf and a dresser.

"Dibs on the bed!" Alice rushed forward and dived straight into the soft mattress. "Uwaah! SOFT!" She rolled around, obviously comforted. Malory took her time and looked around the room once again, counting the number of things that interests her.

"Oh, Sudoku." Malory walked ahead to the bookshelf and pulled it out for close examination. "It's the limi-" She lifts it up to show it off but Alice had already fallen asleep. "Hm," Malory placed the book back in its place and sat in front of the dresser, looking back at her own reflection. A tired individual looked back at her and she knew it was herself. She shut her eyes for a moment, giving herself a short rest.

XxX

A wicked look on her face spelled doom for the rest of the male survivors. Just because she was alone doesn't mean she was weak, or defenseless. With a katana in hand, she brandished it to keep the guys at bay while she thought of an escape plan.

"This bitch is crazy!" One of the survivors howled.

"Just think of the ass we'll get when she's tied up and disciplined!" The other survivor assured. The girl narrowed her big, almond shaped eyes at the talker, stopping him cold in his tracks. "Geh-" He let out an illogical gasp, terrified of her glare. He felt as though daggers had pierced his nerves, paralyzing him. "Hmph, all bark and no bite… asshole." She spoke with heavy mockery and insult.

The three survivors circled around the lone female with disgusting look in their eyes while holding planks and pipes as weapons. One of them swung it downward in a long arc but the girl brought her left leg back, letting the man swing at air. In a blur, the girl thrusts her katana deep into the man's dominant shoulder, forcing him to drop his weapon.

"YEAAARGH!" He let out a cry of pain that echoed down the avenue. With a grunt, the girl kicked him off the blades of her katana and sent him reeling into his buddies. They staggered and fumbled to catch him and once their eyes were away from her, she quickly darted to the opposite direction and got the hell out of there.

His cry of pain was enough to attract hordes of the dead. They lumbered out from every corner of the streets in search of the source of the noise. Their heads turn to the wailing man almost as if they could see him. Walking slowly to their position, his buddies tried to drag him out of the mess but his body was too heavy.

"Shit! Let's just go!" One of them suggested.

"What?! No, no, NO! Don't leave me!" The injured man begged with teary eyes.

"It's your fault! Fuck! Let's get the hell out of here!" The second man backed away, realizing his futility in saving his injured buddy. Both of them darted out of the mess without looking back.

"NO! Come back HERE! COME BACK! NOOW! ARRRRGH! No, please! Don't leave me! DON'T LEAVE ME!" He cried, begged and pleaded but his buddies were already gone, running past the dead with his loud cry masking their footsteps.

The darkness was about the end, leaving a lone, dead man on the street ready to be eaten alive.

The cold wind was about to come to a temporary halt, leaving no more shivers from the sleeping survivors.

The sun's about to rise and it calls forth another day to survive.

High School of the Dead. SZD 3.

It was short I know, but I do hope you have enjoyed this chapter. This Arc has come to a close and it is called the 'Night' Arc. It introduces a few characters for the moment and is being situated in the night…or early morning. The next Arc will include more OC's and I might be accepting OC's again in the near future.

Oh! Please do review as I have no idea how many people have read my story and actually enjoyed it. I would love to read your thoughts on this and what not so I can understand better on what you guys actually enjoy and hate in any part of my chapters. Thanks for reading, see ya!