DAY TWO ; 7:30 A.M.
Byakuya Togami had exited the warehouse zone just in time, it appeared. He heard the collars explode, and wondered how in the hell Nagito Komaeda had stayed in there so long. If the rope trap was any indication, he'd been there since the beginning. How had nobody taken it from him?
Then again, Togami himself would have been just another one of his casualties had it not been for Fukawa.
Fukawa… dead now, thankfully, he wouldn't have to worry about her anymore. And he had all of the weapons that the other had had. None of them were especially good. Fukawa supplied him with time bombs, which was a plus.
He had two targets at the moment. He needed to take care of Celestia Ludenberg, and he needed to take care of Sonia Nevermind. The two of them had escaped him, and he was going to kill them if it was the last thing he did.
But, of course, it wouldn't be the last thing he ever did. He was Byakuya Togami, after all. He did not lose, especially to something like The Program. He would kill them and he would kill the others and then he would go home and resume his life. He would show that he was still capable of being the Togami heir. After all, he'd gone through something slightly similar to gain that title anyway.
And his classmates weren't years older than him.
No, Byakuya Togami was going to win. He was most definitely going to win, he was going to kill them all and beat this damned game. He didn't know who had killed who, of course, but he thought that he was at the top of the class with four kills. And with people like Sakura Oogami and Mondo Oowada gone, there was nobody who could beat him with brute force.
He passed a body in a danger zone. Makoto Naegi with the bottom half of his head and the entire front of his neck blown out. He must have stumbled upon a danger zone, as Togami didn't see any other injuries on him. He gave the zone a wide berth. He wouldn't be taken down by something as pitiful as a danger zone.
He kept walking. There was a group of rocks in the north, and if he could crouch up there, he could keep an eye on things. He'd checked his map before leaving the warehouse, so he had a fairly decent idea of where he was going.
He set off, adjusting his bag as he went. This was going well.
11 STUDENTS REMAINING
One more chapter before November!