When Kasumi awoke from a surprisingly dreamless sleep, she was intrinsically aware that she was no longer in the position that she had fallen asleep in. Her memories hopped back to the night before when she'd dozed off against Soryan's shoulder, but now she was staring up at the ceiling. She didn't yet open her eyes, instead first taking a deep breath to feed oxygen to her brain and stimulate her nervous system.

It was then that, when feeling and full motor control returned to her body, she realized that she was laying her head in someone's lap—likely Soryan's. She cracked open one eye to see the Cambodian with his head down, eyes closed, and the slightest of frowns on his face. She stared at him for a moment, wondering about how he and her other companions had been doing psychologically for the past few days, at least until something certainly strange became apparent to her. Something hard and firm but at the same time soft was pressed up against the side of her face.

In a relative instant, her eyes grew wide and her face heated up slightly, and an arbitrary memory came back to her.

Kasumi and her friends had gone out to eat, and as she and her companions awaited their meals, Soryan had been scrolling through one of the only social media apps he used, one that Kasumi knew not of. When he chuckled and upvoted a post, she leaned over and asked, "What'cha looking at?"

Of course she didn't wait for him to answer, instead peering over at his screen. It was a meme that sported the DOOM Eternal logo, only, the former half of the title had been flipped beneath the latter, then reversed. As a result, the full meme read: "Whenever I wake up in the morning, I have Eternal WOOD."

Soryan had looked over to her with a straight face, and after a few seconds of silence, he had said: "… You wouldn't get it."

Kasumi understood it now. A few things ran through her head at the moment. First was something along the lines of panic. Soryan's… Eternal WOOD… was touching her face. At least it was through his pants and not actually touching her. She was hit by a tinge of curiosity… and regret. Second was holy shit. Was that the consequence of her teasing? If so, then she was exceptionally good at her 'job'. Third was also holy shit. This was the greatest piece of ammunition she'd been granted yet! But… would she use it? With a half-contemplative, half-mystified look in her eyes, she slowly, carefully leaned away from Soryan's crotch before sitting up, taking care not to hit her head against Soryan's.

The feeling of his… warmth lingered for a bit. She missed it when it dissipated. She shook such dangerous thoughts away, and instead looked around the room—the bus. Her eyes landed on Mitchell, who was very much awake, and quickly, an amused smile slipped onto her lips.

Mitchell was painstakingly attempting to move Wakaba from his lap, a look of almost comical laser focus in his eyes. As gradually as granules trickle down a great hourglass, he slowly raised the girl into a sitting position, leaning her against his shoulder. He thanked his lucky stars for his inner clock. If Wakaba woke up in such a position, she probably wouldn't be able to look at him for the rest of the day. While the feeling of such intimacy, especially with a girl like Wakaba, felt fantastic, Mitchell didn't want her to reach nuclear levels of embarrassment when she inevitably opened her eyes—something that wasn't hard for her all things considered.

Mitchell noticed Kasumi's amused gaze, and he mouthed. "Don't you fuckin' start."

"Morning, Mitch," she mouthed back, ignoring his venom.

Mitchell rolled his eyes and nodded. "Mornin', Kas."

The American looked away, but was surprised to find an equally awake and amused Chizuru, who smiled at him with her head in her palm. She gave one deliberate look to Wakaba, then returned her gaze to Mitch. She winked and flashed him a cheeky smirk.

Mitchell raised a slow brow, as if to say 'is that all?'

The sudden, slow, and straightforward nature of the movement was enough to get Chizuru to laugh, and she slapped a hand over her own lips and put her other hand to her abdomen to calm herself, but her body jerked with each laugh. Mitchell just shook his head.

Kasumi watched the exchange with amusement. God, she loved her friends, and Chizuru seemed to fit perfectly among them. She wondered if the girl would like to travel with them.

Kasumi blinked when Soryan stirred. A moment later, the Ung's eyes snapped open. He didn't blink for a solid five seconds, then he rose and leaned back into his seat. Kasumi watched with a strange sense of amusement as Soryan stretched slightly, realized something was amiss, then promptly covered his crotch with one hand.

Kasumi opened her mouth, paused, then spoke. "Morning, Sor."

"Huh? Oh, morning," Soryan echoed. He popped his knuckles and neck before glaring down at his lap for relentlessly allowing blood to be sent down to his crotch. Eventually, he gave up, then looked at Kasumi, who stared at the floor. He nudged her. "Hey, you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Kasumi confirmed. Soryan's gaze narrowed at her, but he said nothing else. With a sniff, he looked around the bus as everyone else had.

Across from Soryan, in a fashion totally dissimilar to him, Wakaba rose from the land of dreams, rubbing bleary eyes. The girl blinked as she stretched, puffing out her chest and yawning cutely.

Mitchell looked over at her. "Mornin', Waka."

"Mhm. Good morning, Mitch," Wakaba replied. She looked around at her amused spectators. "Good morning, everyone."

Soryan offered her a nod, while Kasumi remained vocal. "Good morning sleepyhead. How was your sleep? Soft and comfortable? Or hard and rough?"

"Eh? But I wasn't sleeping on anything?"

Mitchell looked over at Kasumi, unamused. "That's nice of ya to ask, Kas. Was your sleep comfortable?"

The girl looked stunned for a second. "Uh… well, it wasn't too bad, I guess." She averted her eyes.

Soryan looked between Kasumi and Mitchell, then to Chizuru, who looked like she was having more fun than one should so early in the morning. "I missed something didn't I?"

Mitchell shook his head. "Nah, nothin' noteworthy."

Soryan grunted as his gaze swept the inside of the bus. It was time to get down to business, but where did they start?

By now, everybody was up and ready, but the sudden evacuation of the bridge the other day had pushed them into a disadvantageous situation, forcing them to improvise.

"Well let's see," Soryan started, looking at his companions. He checked the time on his phone. "It's eight in the morning and the sun has already risen. We're in a bus in the middle of an empty parking lot with pretty much no knowledge about the area. On top of that, we've got two dozen of what are effectively refugees to take care of, meaning that, if we're staying cohesive for a while, we need to accumulate food and water. That shouldn't be too hard short-term, but long term? I don't know about you, but I don't plan on taking care of thirty-plus blokes forever."

Chizuru hummed. "So do you guys have a plan for this, or…?"

"Well, priorities, does anyone know where we are?" Soryan answered with a question. "And should we keep moving? If so, where to?"

"Maybe we could ask for suggestions. Some people here might know a decent place," Mitchell mused thoughtfully.

Chizuru nodded slowly. She motioned towards the rear of the bus. The Outcasts followed her motion to see the bridge survivors keeping to themselves or trading the smallest of chitchat.

At their sudden, united scrutiny, a girl that Mitchell had saved—the one wearing pink—waved anxiously as she caught sight of them.

"Well, there's plenty of people you can ask," Chizuru said.

Soryan rubbed his eyes. "Who wants to be the conversationalist, then?" he mumbled.

"Not it," Kasumi said instantly.

"Well…" Mitchell began. A teasing smirk adorned his lips. "Miss Rescue Leader could do it. She should take responsibility for these people."

"She did make that decision, didn't she?" Kasumi nodded, curling her lips. A smirk broke out on her lips not a second later.

Chizuru was caught off-guard. "M-Me? Why not you? You saved most of these people. I'm sure they'll hear what you have to say."

"You underestimate how blunt I can get, Chizuru," Mitchell replied. His smirk grew wider. "Besides, who would these guys—"

"Simps," Soryan coughed. "I don't know if you forgot about that incident last night, but that guy… whoever—either he really hates us for some stupid reason, or he's simping in a really complicated way. And even if he isn't, I mean, just take a look at your audience," he gestured.

The males in the back had mostly fixated their gazes on Chizuru, Kasumi, and Wakaba, immediately averting their eyes when the girls' own found them.

"Take a good look, Chizuru," Mitchell emphasized. "Who do ya think they would be willin' to listen to more?" he teased, brow raised.

Chizuru's lips made an 'o'. "Ah, well that is true."

Kasumi shivered. "Don't I know it."

Wakaba merely ignored it, gripping the tip of her bow. "I also think that Chizuru would be better at this," the Archer said. "You are probably better with strangers than we are—you approached us after all." She gave Mitchell a look. "Remember meeting Yoshie?"

Mitchell made a face. "Y'know I don't deal well with awkward conversations, Waka," he defended. "But yeah, point taken."

"I also volunteer Chizuru as tribute for no other reason than because I am a bandwagon sometimes. If you crash and burn, Mitch is there to burn with you," Soryan shrugged.

Both Mitchell and Chizuru rolled their eyes before Chizuru stood from her seat.

"Fine. Let's get this over with," Chizuru sighed. With little regard for the state of the bus's passengers, she clapped loudly twice. "Okay, guys. I don't know you and you probably don't know me, but we can fix that. You see, we don't really have an idea of where we're going or what we are doing, so if anybody would like to, maybe, introduce themselves or give suggestions, that would be great. I'm Chizuru, by the way."

Without much hesitation, Yoshie stood from her seat. She turned to regard the bus. "I'm Yoshie Kurahashi. I agree with Chizuru-san. We need to come up with some type of plan here." She shrugged. "I personally don't know anywhere we could go, so by all means, please give your input."

A few people seemed miffed that she had nothing to say regarding their situation.

The pink-wearing girl from before slowly raised a hand, as if in a classroom. "Um, maybe we could try Taiei Shopping Town? I'm Bunko Kishinami, by the way."

Chizuru nodded. "Okay. That's one possible location. Anywhere else, in case that doesn't work out?"

The purple-haired woman with the infant sat straighter. "I'm Hitomi Saegusa. I have a suggestion. Shintoko Third Elementary. My husband is a police officer, and last I heard from him, he said Shintoko was the main evacuation area for Tokonosu."

Yoshie clapped once. "That's two possible places! Anyone else?"

"Uh, maybe the Takagi Estate...?" Chisato ventured. She had an uncertain look. "This is only from a rumor I heard, but I think they are allowing refugees to stay on their property. It's also closer than the other options."

"Takagi?" Soryan blurted, tumbling the name. He looked at his companions, as if asking for some confirmation. "Saya?"

Mitchell looked at Soryan and shrugged.

"You guys think Takashi and his entourage are headed that way?" Soryan asked.

Before anymore could be said, Kasumi's ears picked up on a faint, distant buzzing. She perked up, turning her attention away from the conversation and towards her window, squinting. "Do you guys hear that?"

The conversation halted at that, and the majority of people in the bus turned her way, now listening for whatever phantom sound bugged her. Soon, the sound grew from a faint buzzing to a rumble.

"No way…" Soryan muttered. For some reason he had this overwhelming premonition that he'd see some of his peers again. He wasn't wrong.

Everyone watched as what appeared to be an honest-to-God military-grade Humvee of all things came casually rolling from around the corner. Much to the Outcast's sans Chizuru's surprise, one Takashi Komuro and one Rei Miyamoto sat atop it. Even more so, they had what appeared to be guns.

Soryan stared. "…"

"What the fuck?" Mitchell drawled, staring incredulously. "Are...are you kiddin' me right now?"

"Did I just hard predict…? I'm going out there," Soryan said suddenly. He stood, stepping into the aisle.

"Should I come with ya?" Mitchell asked, getting up.

"If you want," Soryan replied.

"I'll go too," Kasumi said, rising. She grabbed her spear, which leaned against the seat.

Wakaba blinked as her companions rose and left the bus one-by-one. "Um… I guess I'm coming too." She grabbed her bow and followed.

Chizuru stared after them. She decided that she'd stay on the bus in the event that a getaway was required.

Soryan took off in a jog, waving towards the Humvee. "Hey! Halt the cart you bloody bogans!" he demanded. He worried not for his safety considering that he wasn't a shambling corpse. It didn't take the Humvee's occupants long to see him, and before he knew it, the vehicle had slowed to a stop just next him. His companions arrived not soon after, and who was inside the Humvee decided to cut the engine.

Soryan looked at Takashi, then to Rei, then to their gear, then to the fucking Humvee. "What's all this!? Where the fuck did you go since we last saw each other? Afghanistan!?" he asked.

"Hey, I could say the same about you," Takashi answered, looking the Outcasts up and down. "Long time no see, huh? Or, short time I guess."

Soryan blinked at his casual response. "Dude. You have guns—military-grade firearms in Japan of all countries. You are literally sitting on a bullet-proof armored vehicle—an American-made Humvee. There is no way in Hell that you waltzed through the streets of Tokonosu City until you happened upon what is essentially the zombie prepper's dream, a fucking d-day deluxe kit. That is God's honest truth right there."

"I know, right!" Kohta Hirano poked his head up through the Humvee's turret. "This is awesome! And look," he showed off his own weapon, "I've got a personal Armalite AR-10T now!"

Soryan squinted at him. He didn't even know what fucking gun that was, but he knew what the others were, and it, well, it annoyed him. "Holy dooley…" he muttered.

Mitchell stepped up to the side of the Humvee and knocked on the metal. He looked inside at the occupants. "Mhm. Looks like y'all got the Devil's own luck, huh? Good to see y'all again." He didn't show his irritation at the infuriating luck he was witnessing.

"Wow, you guys are packing some serious hardware," Kasumi observed as she approached. "Can we get some?"

Kohta hugged his weapon. "Well… no. Sorry—we could've brought more, but we were in a hurry last night. We had to leave a perfectly good crossbow behind too…"

Mitchell's eye twitched.

Kasumi merely shrugged, closing her eyes. "Oh well, it was worth a shot."

"Mizuhara."

Kasumi froze, then her gaze was drawn to Rei's. "Miyamoto," she said. The two nodded to each other.

"Nice spear," Rei said, brow raised. "Where'd you get that? That's a quality weapon, I can tell."

"Oh, I got it from Sinonome-Japan," Kasumi replied casually. She looked Rei dead in the eyes. "After surviving a plane crash and the literal tsunami of zombies drawn by the noise."

Rei's eyes widened slightly at that. "Oh. Well good on you, then."

Kasumi inwardly frowned at the girl's reply, but said nothing else. 'Like you could do better. You got your stuff handed to you on a silver platter, it seems.'

"Speaking of quality weaponry..." Saeko Busujima stepped out of the Humvee confidently, stealing the attention. "Mitchell Marlowe, is it?"

"Yeah?" Mitchell responded, brow raised at her.

"Where'd you get the bastard sword? I can tell it's well-made and well-maintained. Do you practice?"

"Yeah, off an' on. It's nothin' special though," Mitchell shrugged. "I've had it for years. Custom-forged for my hands."

Saeko nodded at that, leaning back against the Humvee. She looked over at Wakaba, who had yet to make a sound. "Hello again, Wakaba Otonashi. Nice to see you." Her greeting felt like courtesy more than actual interest.

Wakaba waved at the swordswoman. "Yes, it's nice to see you're also alright, Busujima-san."

Soryan shook his head. "So where are you guys headed?"

Nobody replied, for his attention was taken when one of the Humvee's windows rolled down.

"So, you actually decided to listen for once."

"Saya," Soryan said.

The heiress gave him a look of acknowledgement, arms crossed. "That's Takagi to you, Ung. And for your information, we're headed for my family estate. If there's anyone that can help us, it's my family," she declared.

"Right," Soryan nodded. He sniffed. "You mind if we head on with you?"

Saya opened her mouth to reply but paused when she realized something. There was a long moment of silence. Soon, the girl closed her mouth.

"I see no problem with it." Soryan looked over to Takashi, who nodded to him. "The more the merrier. How did you guys get here anyways?"

Mitchell wordlessly flicked a thumb at the bus. The eyes of Takashi and his group followed his thumb until they caught sight of the bus, along with the number of people peering through the windows.

"Oh," Takashi uttered. "You guys have been real busy, huh?"

"Man, you don't know the half of it."

Chizuru hummed a familiar tune, her hands on the steering wheel as the bus followed the Humvee at a steady pace. The Outcasts sat behind her, watching as Takashi and Rei conversed atop the Humvee. The rest of the bus survivors were either silent or engaging in the smallest of chitchat.

Mitchell nodded along with Chizuru's humming. "Bare Necessities?" he recognized, looking towards Chizuru. "Good choice," he approved. He gave a thumbs up.

"Thanks. You have some good taste yourself," Chizuru thanked, smirking. "I love that tune."

She gave the group a curious glance as she drove. "By the way, I was wondering if I could ask you guys something?"

"Shoot," Soryan nodded.

"… How do you all know those guys?" Chizuru asked, gesturing towards the Humvee ahead of them.

"They're classmates. From Fujimi Academy," Kasumi replied. "The only decent ones I knew."

"The only decent ones?" Soryan asked.

"Right. The only decent ones. You guys are great, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Woo!" Mitchell raised an arm in mock celebration.

Soryan chuckled. "To being better than mediocre," he said.

Wakaba giggled. "Cheers!"

Chizuru smiled at the exchange. "Decent or not, it looks like you guys came from a school of badasses, huh?" she quipped.

"Maybe the one-percent," Soryan corrected. "Those blokes hit the jackpot. I mean, where else are you going to see something like that in Japan?"

Mitchell nodded along with his words. "Yeah, I don't think y'all understand the absurd levels of luck they have to just stumble upon all that," he mused.

"At this point it's not even luck. It's like they used console commands or something. For real," Soryan interjected.

"I know, right? This shit ain't Garry's Mod," Mitchell drawled flatly. The conversation slowed for a second, at least, until the memories of Fujimi Academy roused Mitchell's thoughts, and he tapped Chizuru on the arm, curious. "What were you doin' when all this started goin' down?"

Chizuru hummed. "I was just enjoying a day off from my gymnastics practices. My instructor was really putting me through the wringer."

"Oh! You're a gymnast? No wonder you're so nimble!" Wakaba said, leaning forward curiously.

Mitchell swallowed silently, his curiosity piqued. For a moment, his eyes flitted over to Soryan, and he caught sight of the smirk on the Cambodian's lips and the small waggle of his eyebrows. Mitchell's eyes narrowed warningly. "…Yeah, I figured that was the case when I saw ya movin' like that. Ya got some serious moves. Ya work out any?"

Chizuru nodded emphatically. "Yep. It was part of my daily routine." She smiled slightly. "Thanks for that, by the way."

"Sure thing." Mitchell turned to his companions. "Ya hear that, guys? Yet another kick-ass athlete. One of us, indeed," he nodded in approval.

"Yeah, another bodyguard to watch my back," Soryan quipped. At his words, Kasumi tilted her head, and a thought occurred to her.

"So, do you know any arts?" Kasumi asked, somewhat eager.

Chizuru glanced at her. She frowned slightly. That was a bit of an arbitrary question, but whatever. "Uh, do knives or things like machetes count?"

"Sure they do," Kasumi affirmed.

The gymnast looked thoughtful. "Consider me your resident Kukri expert then. I'll be your Emile."

"Halo, too? Girl, you're awesome," Mitchell said, smirking.

"I am pretty cultured if I do say so myself," Chizuru replied. She wore a playful smile.

Her newest companions reacted with varying degrees of amusement. More or less unnoticed was the way Soryan grew amused of Mitchell and his subtle antics.

Unfortunately for Mitchell, Kasumi was an observant young woman. She caught sight of Soryan's grins, then she followed his subtle gazes and found Mitchell just as subtly glaring at Soryan. What became obvious to her was that something was up, and it had to do with Mitchell.

"So," Soryan started, "How do you feel about this little… group?" he asked, eyeing Chizuru.

"I'm having a lot of fun for being on the run in a zombie apocalypse. I think I made the right choice sticking around. You guys don't mind I hope?"

"Yessir~" Mitchell drawled, grinning.

Wakaba giggled at his enthusiasm. Soryan merely smirked. Kasumi sat confused.

It was a companionable moment, but unfortunately, it was cut short.

"Shit!" Tires screeched, and Chizuru cursed when the Humvee suddenly swerved. She slowed, and she caught sight of what spooked whoever was driving the Humvee.

Zs. A ton of them. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen a Z since the other night. None of them had.

The bus survivors were jostled against each other as the bus took a hard turn to follow the Humvee. It wasn't another few seconds before the Humvee swerved again, avoiding another obscenely large and seemingly random group of Zs.

"Geez! Do those guys think this thing turns easily?!" Chizuru complained, turning the wheel.

The passengers were jostled again in the opposite direction.

When the bus righted and began following the Humvee, only for the armored vehicle to swerve yet again away from a pocket of Zs, the Outcasts realized that something was definitely up.

Unfortunately it was too late to figure out what had brought the Zs, because Chizuru had turned, along with the Humvee, onto a highway that went below ground-level, in the distance of which was a large, strange-looking obstruction of sorts. It was at least twenty feet tall.

Mitchell was the first to figure it out. "Chizuru! Air brakes!" He said suddenly, voice urgent. "There's fucking cables blockin' the road!"

Considering the speed that they were going and the weight of the bus, Chizuru slammed down on the brakes. Everyone in the bus jerked forward, hitting their heads on the seat in front of them before falling back into their original positions. The bus slowed under the power of friction, but still it moved quickly. When it seemed like the bus would collide with the obstruction, it finally suddenly hit the threshold for instantaneous braking and stopped, only millimeters away from the cables. Chizuru sighed. The Humvee was parked next to them, side against the steel cables, Rei facedown on the pavement and shaking to get up as Takashi came to her rescue.

The Outcasts recovered quickly, but the other survivors were growing panicked—among other things, the infant started crying.

"Damn," Mitchell said, frowning. "Are we gonna fight here guys?" He looked at his friends.

Soryan considered that a strangely arbitrary thing to say, until he turned his head, looking beyond the rear windows of the bus. The commotion of the vehicles' engines, as well as the screeching of tires, attracted what Zs were nearby. That was a lot of Zs.

From above either wall of the road, a fair distance away from the bus, Zs began dropping in, falling face first and breaking bones, fracturing skulls, but giving no care for their self preservation. While this wouldn't have been a problem for a bus of such size, gaining momentum while in reverse whilst dealing with a load that neared carrying capacity stopped the possibility of simply using the bus as a battering ram, and even if the bus managed to turn around, Soryan predicted that there would be too many Zs by then. Damn, where were they all coming from!?

"Yeah…"

Thinking quickly, Mitchell had an idea. He turned to Wakaba. "Wait a sec! Waka, you think now's a good time for one of those whistlin' arrows?"

Her eyes lit up at the opportunity. "Ah! You're right!" She turned towards the roof, gripping her bow.

"I'll help ya up," Mitchell stepped forward, twisting the hatch and popping it open. He turned to her and lowered his arms. "C'mere."

With a nod, she carefully stepped into his hands.

Mitchell smirked good-naturedly at her. "Do your thing, Dead-Eye."

"Yes sir!" Wakaba said enthusiastically.

With that, Mitchell raised her up to the hatch where she pulled herself up with a huff, then Mitchell handed her bow up to her. She took it quickly, immediately retrieving one of the whistling-arrows. She notched it, drawing it back as she took aim.

The Zs had grown into a full horde, each one shambling relentlessly towards their target, tripping over themselves and one another as the count continued to grow higher. She heard the bus's engine cut off—Mitchell must've told Chizuru about the situation, and she couldn't hear the gentle rumble of the Humvee's engine anymore either.

The only sounds were that of the shambling dead, their groans haunting, as well as the occasional shift from the Humvee across from the bus.

Wakaba narrowed her eyes, looking far into the distance towards the entrance of the highway. They needed to circumvent the Zs entirely, so she aimed higher, then towards the right, away from the highway entrance. She took a slow, deep breath, then she let go.

The arrow soared, cutting through the air and whistling like a live firework, arcing over the horde of Zs that steadily approached, sending huge sound waves towards them. Wakaba watched with bated breath, and as the arrow reached the apex of its flight—now behind most of the Zs that fell into the highway—a single stopped. Then, another did, then another, each one rapidly halting their search before turning away. Wakaba watched, slightly open-mouthed as, with every moment that passed, more and more Zs turned away. When the arrow finally struck the ground, most of the Zs had stopped walking entirely or turned and walked for the arrow.

It worked. They were leaving. Only a handful were undeterred and slowly advanced towards the bus and Humvee—stragglers that would easily be taken care of by something like a baseball bat or a blade. Great! With just one arrow, Wakaba had dealt with an entire horde of Zs. All that was left was to get Mitchell or Kasumi out here to finish the stubborn ones, and that would be it—

BANG

Wakaba stared wide-eyed as a single advancing Z had a hole appear in its head. For a moment, it continued to stand, blood dripping from its cranium, then it slumped over, hitting the ground harshly. To Wakaba's ears, the impact of flesh on pavement was loud, but what was even louder was the miniscule sound of clinking metal—the shell of a freshly fired bullet cartridge impacting the ground, bouncing around as smoke rose from the barrel of the gun that fired it.

The Archer felt her blood freeze when, beyond the few Zs that redoubled their efforts towards the bus and Humvee, a single Z stopped moving. A couple more joined it, then a few, then a dozen, then an uncountable number of them halted their motion. With near silent groans, and to Wakaba's horror, each and every single one of them turned, hungry and relentless.

Slowly, as if the world moved in slow-motion, she turned her head towards Kohta Hirano. The boy had a confident look on his face, as if he hadn't realized what he'd just done. He fired his weapon again.

The door to the bus slammed open as Mitchell stepped out with a furious glare on his face. "Fucking nursery school," he growled in immense agitation. Soryan followed close behind, staring at the now oncoming Zs.

The American angrily confronted the sniper. "Kohta! What. The. Fuck!" He slapped the side of his right hand on his left palm in emphasis. "Way to just no-sell all of Wakaba's work! Thanks a bunch! Let's fight the horde, I fucking guess!"

"Huh?" Kohta uttered, perplexed. "What are you talking about?"

"Are so blind that you didn't see ninety-nine percent of the Zs turn around and start walking away from us, you idiot?" Soryan seethed. "We just had the whole fucking horde retreating! All it would've taken was a few slaps, and we would've been good! What was going on in your head!"

Kohta looked shell-shocked.

"Hey, cut that out man!" Mitchell and Soryan looked and saw Takashi on the other side of the Humvee. "We shouldn't be fighting amongst ourselves right now. We've gotta work together or we're all fucked."

Mitchell took a deep breath. "Fine. Whatever. We all can clean up the mess, I guess." He drew his blade for the inevitable fight.

Soryan was slightly less passive-aggressive. With clenched teeth, he pushed away from the Humvee, squeezing his bat. "I'm going to have a fucking aneurism."

It was at that point that Kasumi decided to join them, flourishing with her spear as she left the bus. She gave Kohta a short, unimpressed look before scoffing and turning to her companions. "So, what's the plan?"

Soryan looked at her in a vain attempt to gain clarity. For a single moment, he had just enough to think, and he looked around.

Kohta had started explaining to Takashi about how a shotgun worked, and Saya was just pulling herself from the Humvee with a sniper rifle. Saeko Busujima, the seemingly superhuman freak, did not hesitate to exchange two words with Takashi before leaping into battle.

Soryan looked back at the bus, considering the survivors as well as the height of the bus. He called into the bus. "Hey, Chizuru, see if you can get anyone over the steel cables. The bus might be on the chopping block. In fact, you might want to get a few people up there and over it. If not, use the Humvee. We are not losing anyone because of this fucking farce."

Within the bus, Chizuru nodded to nobody. "Uh, yeah, got it." She sounded displeased, but whether that was because of Kohta's actions or because she didn't currently have the capacity to fight, Soryan had no idea.

Mitchell looked up at Wakaba. "You might wanna pick and choose your shots, Waka. You'll run outta arrows fast with these numbers. Just cover us, okay?"

Wakaba was surprised at the sudden address. "Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, on it."

Kasumi grunted. "You guys ready to fight?" She took a stance.

Mitchell took a position near the bus to keep his left flank secure. He readied his bastard sword and took a calming breath. "Ready."

Soryan presented a scowl, squeezing his bat ever tighter. "Right then, mates. Let's show these iron-sucking fruit bastards hell!"

As the wall of Zs drew closer, since they no longer had a single sound to target, some stumbled with less purpose, and the horde became less dense, no longer a wall, but a massive crowd of bodies. If there was any advantage the survivors could use, it was just that.

Silently, Mitchell stepped forward, eyes focused as he gripped his sword with both hands. His companions moved forward as well, Kasumi doing away with caution and leaping into the fray, Soryan following after her, passing the American.

Mitchell didn't run with them—he walked straight forward, approaching the nearest Z to him. With minimal effort, he thrusted the tip of his blade through its skull, right between the eyes. Another Z stumbled past the first, lunging at Mitchell, but he was prepared, ripping his blade from the corpse and pivoting around the Z. It stumbled past him, and in one vicious move, Mitchell slashed at its nape, decapitating it.

He followed through, using the momentum of the strike to his advantage, and he gripped his sword in a half-sword technique and stabbed through the head of another approaching Z. Seeing another Z with arms already outstretched towards him, he ripped his blade out of the cadaver, allowing the body to slump to the floor as he slammed the pommel into the next Zs head, knocking it back into a trio of Zs behind it and killing it.

Mitchell stepped forward and gripped the blade, bringing it down on the skull of another Z in a murderstroke. At that moment, he had an overwhelming premonition that he was about to get bitten, and he lurched back, ripping his blade free. A Z lunged passed him, barely missing him. Mitchell savagely kicked it forward into a group of its undead compatriots. Quickly stepping towards it, he gripped his blade again before swinging it like a golf club, and the guard of the blade impaled the underside of the Z's jaw, killing it instantly. It's body weight encumbered the group of Zs, and Mitchell quickly backed away to avoid being surrounded. After gaining a good amount of distance, he looked beyond the Zs that he'd fought and caught sight of Kasumi. Watching her was like watching the most graceful tornado storm through countless, helpless civilians.

The spear-user cried out as she tore through Zs like they were naught but wet tissue paper. Whenever she defended herself from a blow, she was always simultaneously attacking, and any Z that got within her grasp was punished—sometimes multiple at once.

One zombie lunged at her from behind as another came at her from her front. With a short cry, she struck, and the head of her spear ripped through the neck of one Z as the butt of the spear slammed against the cranium of the other. Both went down, one with blood dripping from its neck and its red insides splattered across the ground, and the other with both sides of its skull shattered, one from Kasumi's blow, and the other from its harsh impact with the ground.

The spear-user followed through into a single flourish over her head, trading the spear from her right hand to her left in a motion that ended with the spearhead stabbing behind Kasumi and into the throat of Z at her rear. Another Z approached Kasumi from the front, so with some effort, she gripped her weapon by its center mass and ripped the spearhead downwards. Consequently, whilst the spearhead went down, ripping through the insides of the Z behind Kasumi, the butt of the spear went up and struck the chin of the Z in front of her, dazing it. Kasumi followed through, and the spearhead ripped through the genitals of the Z behind her, arced close to the pavement ground from the Z to her rear to the Z in front of her, then slashed through the Z in front of her from the chin to the forehead, flicking blood upwards.

Though the Z behind Kasumi fell instantly, the one before her stood a moment longer, and so without hesitation, she struck with a twirl such that the butt of her weapon went high, and the spearhead went low. As the butt of her weapon collided with the head of the corpse, the spearhead simultaneously slashed through the leg ligaments of a Z that stumbled past her.

The corpse hit the pavement as the other Z keeled over, and Kasumi followed through into a thrust through the Zs head, destroying its brain. With that, she ripped her weapon out and flourished it once, prepared to battle further.

The spear-user paused for a moment, and she caught sight of Soryan who fought a short distance away, spouting strange profanities every few blows. They amused her somewhat. Her attention was stolen away by a cacophony of cracks and bangs, and she whipped around to see Takashi, Saya, and Kohta firing away, two shooting haphazardly, the other making precise shots to aid the combatants. She frowned, then continued, making sure to keep out of their line of fire.

"Come on, you daft, flesh-whoring slags," Soryan growled. Like a baseball player, he swung for the fences, slamming his bat into a Z's lower jaw. It's head snapped up and it fell backwards, dead. The Ung released a deep breath as sweat began to coalesce on his skin. God, this was tiring. He shouldn't be fighting harder. He should be fighting smarter. Well, considering that his weapon was the weapon of choice, at least to him, he was already, to a degree, fighting smarter.

When the next Z came, Soryan allowed it to stumble past him, and he literally kicked its ass into the flat back of the bus. It slammed head first into the metal, forcing its head back as a terrible cracking noise was released from its nape. The Z fell over, dead with minimal effort.

"Chew on steel, you manky twat." The crack of gunfire didn't do a thing to hamper his words. He turned back to the horde. "I'm gunning for you, you gormless gits!"

As his companions continued their fight, Mitchell stood guard over the escaping survivors with tense shoulders, Wakaba and Chizuru ushering them along. With their diligence, the survivors were escaping with only some difficulty. Mitchell fought off groups of Zs at a time with Wakaba's assistance.

The Archer stood atop the bus, eyeing the horde like a hawk. Considering that her arrows were limited, she chose to defend her comrades. Kasumi needed no assistance, as her skills were sublime, but Soryan's skills weren't so superior, and Mitchell was limited both by reach and by the fact that he stood as a final wall between the Zs and the survivors.

Wakaba picked her targets carefully, drawing two arrows from her quiver and notching one of them. She watched as Mitchell pivoted around a Z, slicing its neck as he moved before pressing forward to kick a Z behind the first into an approaching group of undead. The Z tumbled back, knocking the others over. Unseen by Mitchell, a Z approached his flank. Before the American could even turn his head, he heard a twang and a rush of air. The Z's head snapped back, then it fell on its face, dead.

Mitchell gave her a quick, grateful glance before refocusing on another group of Zs approaching him, but she ignored it, if only to let loose her second arrow. It lodged itself deep into the knee of a Z that happened to be particularly quick compared to the others. It tripped over, and a number of Zs that had been following it closely tripped over themselves into a haphazard, primitive dogpile. The motion grabbed Soryan's attention, and seeing the opportunity, he went to finish them.

Wakaba drew two more arrows, but she held fast. There was no need to waste her ammunition if she could help it, especially since Kohta had accidentally wasted one of her only 'get out of jail free' cards. She waited for the opportunity that trouble would provide.

As the survivors clambered one-by-one onto the Humvee and over the cables, they each watched the fight with varying emotions, and something akin to adrenaline. Yoshie stared after the Outcasts in concern as kids fought off the Zs for her sake, and that of everyone else. Chisato gave them worried glances as Masao hurried over the cables in whatever way he could. Bunko lingered by the Humvee, waiting for her turn to cross the cables, biting her lip as the Outcasts defended them. Hitomi desperately tried to calm her infant down, the loud noises frightening the child—hopefully not causing any lasting damage to his eardrums. The news reporter gripped her microphone tightly with clenched teeth as she watched the horde slowly close in.

Each of the survivors eventually came to the slow realization that the endless hordes of undead were truly just that—endless. No matter how many went down, more came to replace them. It would only be a matter of time before the Outcasts grew exhausted. It didn't help that the steel cables were probably unnecessarily tall, and that they were designed to be difficult to climb.

By the time it was Hitomi's turn to cross the cables, the Zs had drawn dangerously close, and the Outcasts had fallen back several meters. The other survivors ushered her over, but before she began the climb, she held out her child, carefully sending him between the cables and into Yoshie's waiting arms. Once the infant's safety was secured, she began the climb herself.

Wakaba had spared the woman a moment of attention, watching to make sure that her child would be okay. When she noticed the commotion coming from behind her, it was already too late.

The archer whirled around, staring up. Her eyes went wide when a Z fell upon her from beyond the highway walls. Her arms came up instinctively before a mass of some eighty kilograms slammed into her, and she fell backwards with a cry, tumbling from the bus.

She braced herself for the impact, but it never came. Proceeding a sharp hitch of breath, a pair of arms caught her. Mitchell backed away from the bus before setting Wakaba down.

"Damn, that was close," Mitchell muttered. He patted Wakaba on the shoulder, focusing his attention on the nearing Zs. "You good, Waka?"

"Ah, uh, y-yeah, thanks Mitch." Though her nerves were shorted and her heart was in overdrive, her cheeks still managed a small blush. Her eyes widened suddenly, and she drew an arrow as fast as her arms would allow her. "Look out!"

Mitchell turned just in time to see an arrow embed itself in the head of the Z that had fallen onto the bus—now falling to the ground. It thudded heavily and moved no more.

Following Wakaba's cry, an ambitious Z stumbled quickly and lunged at them. Mitchell, knowing he couldn't dodge because Wakaba was behind him, immediately stepped forward to slam the pommel of his weapon into its face. The Z's head snapped back and it fell with a thud.

Mitchell let out a breath. That had been way too close for comfort. Any closer, and their backs would have been pressed against the side of the Humvee.

"Damn, they just keep coming!" Kohta said. He fired his weapon and managed to down two Zs with one shot.

"Let them! I won't forgive them for getting their festering fuck-juices all over me!" Saya growled. She pulled the trigger of her weapon until it clicked empty. "Huh? No! Shit!"

"Mitch! Watch it—up top!" Soryan pointed towards the area above the bus as he fell back. Zs began falling from the walls of the highway and onto the bus, increasing in volume with every second. One missed entirely landing face-first several meters away from Wakaba's feet.

It began to rise, only for Soryan's bat to slam down on the back of its head. The Cambodian stumbled back when two more fell atop the first writhing slowly as they attempted to rise.

Mitchell urgently assessed the situation. This was getting out of hand very quickly. They had to leave now, but, though the bus survivors were now over the cables and relatively safe from the carnage, the Outcasts and Takashi's group weren't, and it would take time to get over the cables. The mob of Zs were only a couple of meters away. He noticed a staircase off to their right, leading up to street-level.

"Get up on the Humvee," Soryan urged. He gave Wakaba a hand and yanked her up, then climbed atop the vehicle himself. "We're running out of room, mates."

Just as those words left his mouth, a Z jumped from seemingly nowhere, its teeth bared. It didn't make it far—a spear stabbed clean through its head. Kasumi kicked the body away.

"You can say that again," she grumbled. "They're everywhere!"

The spear-woman stood directly above an astonished Kohta, who stared up and unintentionally caught an eyeful. He made a choking sound, drawing Kasumi's attention. Her eyes widened.

Kohta squeezed his eyes shut and looked away. "S-Sorry."

In response, Kasumi growled, blushing, but she said nothing else. There were other, more important things to deal with. She turned away, then leaned down to Mitchell, holding out a hand. "C'mon, big guy."

Mitchell took her hand and clambered onto the Humvee with a nod. He turned and offered a hand to Saya. "You're next, Takagi. Get up here."

The Takagi let out a huff before allowing herself to be pulled up by his gloved hand. "Don't think I needed your help," she mumbled, unintentionally just loud enough for him to hear. Mitchell ignored it.

Soryan caught sight of Takashi, who held an apparently incapacitated Rei over his shoulder, hurrying towards the Humvee. Saeko followed, smacking Zs away with difficulty—the Zs were getting dense. The Cambodian stepped around Kohta, who had gone back to firing into the crowd.

"Ung, give me a hand!" Takashi called.

"Already on it, mate." With little hesitation, he grabbed Rei by the shoulders, who let out a groan of pain when he violently pulled her aboard. The Ung ignored her, extending a hand to Takashi, who took it. "Fuck, watch it!" Soryan roared, eyes widening.

"Wha—"

Before the Z's fingers could even touch Takashi, the zombie found an arrow lodged deep inside of its brain. It fell over, and Takashi stared at it with an open mouth, stunned slightly.

With a short growl, Soryan yanked the boy out of his stupor, and Takashi quickly climbed aboard. He gave a nod to Soryan, then turned to Wakaba. "Thanks, Otonashi."

Wakaba gave a brief but genuine nod. "Don't worry about it, Komuro-san."

A moment later, Saeko, with an inanely insane vertical jump, landed at his side, weapon sheathed.

Not a second after that, and a number of Zs slammed into the sides of the Humvee, seeking flesh. Kasumi immediately began spearing through their heads, dropping them one-by-one, as did Saeko. Mitchell began piercing zombie skulls with his blade. Takashi yelled out as he raised his empty shotgun, then sent it back down, rattling skulls.

"What now?" Kohta asked.

"What do you mean, what now? Get climbing you yolks!" Soryan replied none-too-kindly. "All noncombatants first! Who's in here?" He stomped on the Jeep.

Kohta climbed out of the turret, then Soryan poked his head in. He stopped when his eyes fell on a vaguely familiar sight. Shizuka sat in the back now, but she held in her arms a little girl. It was the little girl from yesterday—the one whose family had been turned away at the bridge. She looked up at him with frightened eyes.

Soryan bit his lip. Silently, he grasped the girl by the shoulders. She promptly cried out, then began whimpering. He wasn't a babysitter, nor was he good with children in any respectable capacity. With a short huff, he placed the girl to his side, then helped Shizuka out, who promptly took the girl's hand.

"You lot get up there first." Soryan turned to Saya, who had just run out of ammo. "Saya—"

"It's Takagi—"

"FUCK OFF! Get your ass up there after Waka, Rei, and Kohta." He didn't give her a chance to reply, turning to Wakaba. "Waka, I need you to take her—" he pointed at the incapacitated Rei, "—up there with Kohta's help."

Wakaba nodded hesitantly and Kohta pointed to himself. "Wait, me?"

"Yes you, consider it payback." Soryan turned to Kasumi, who was still ripping through Zs, pushing them away from the Humvee. "Kas, you go immediately after them! Your weapon's got range, you can spear these bastards through the cables to help us when we cross."

"Got it! I won't let you down!" She emphasized her resolve by spearing through another Z.

Ripping his blade out of a skull, Mitchell glanced over at Soryan. "Whaddya need me to do, Sor?"

"Just keep doing what you're doing," the Ung replied. Mitchell nodded and went back to killing. Unfortunately, no matter how fast they killed, more pressed against the Humvee, and as the bodies piled up, the closer the undead came to reaching them. If this kept up, the survivors would be overrun.

Like molasses, Shizuka began scaling the cables with the child riding on her back, clinging to her shoulders.

Suddenly, Shizuka cried out, and Soryan turned. A Z had grasped her by the ankle. With a growl, Soryan hefted his bat and swung hard, aiming for the elbow. There was a loud snapping, and the Z fell back into the crowd.

On the other side of the cables, the bus survivors watched with nail-biting anxiety. Chizuru especially felt terrible—wasn't there anything she could do? She'd managed to get everyone in the bus to the other side including herself—she would've been a special handicap otherwise—but now she was a sitting duck, along with the rest of the bus survivors.

Chizuru's eyes fell on Shizuka, who climbed slowly, then she looked at her newest allies and the other combatants. Her gaze settled on the Zs that surrounded the Humvee. It was then that she realized: none of the Zs were pressing up against the cables—each and every single one of them were focused on the Humvee.

"Hey! Everyone!" she yelled. "We've gotta make a commotion! Distract the zombies! Get them off of the others!"

"She's right," Yoshie concurred. "We can't just sit idly by while they fight! They saved our lives!"

"Make some noise, get their attention everybody!" Chisato said.

Chizuru rushed up to the metal cables and began taunting the Zs, quickly followed by Yoshie and Chisato, who did away with manners and went to work. Soon, the other survivors followed, screaming, yelling, clapping, and roaring at the Zs. Slowly but surely, Zs pulled away from the Humvee, dispersing before shambling over to the cables.

"It's working! Keep it up, guys!" Chizuru encouraged.

On the other side of the cables, Shizuka reached the top, throwing a leg over, then Saya began climbing. The heiress was much quicker, considering that she had no child to take care of. As soon as she reached the top, Wakaba kneeled and grasped Rei by her shoulders.

"I've got you Miyamoto-san," she assured.

The girl only let out a moan as Wakaba dragged her followed by Kohta. After a few moments, the three of them began precariously scaling the cables, Wakaba and Kohta each grasping one of her arms, moving one step at a time even slower than Saya had. By the time they got halfway to the top, even more Zs had come to fill in the gaps that the bus survivors had made.

Suddenly, two arms grasped the top of the Humvee, and a Z began pulling itself up. Mitchell wasn't having it. With a growl, he ruthlessly curb-stomped it, forcing it back into the mob.

Soryan watched the scene, then turned to Kasumi. "Kas, start climbing now, your spear is going to be hard to use when they're all too close to us."

"What about you guys?" she inquired worriedly. "There's too many of them to hold off!"

"We'll manage," he replied.

At that moment the Humvee shook, and three Zs simultaneously climbed atop the hood of the Humvee. Mitchell promptly kicked the one in the middle with enough force to send the other two back down into the horde with it. More came to take its place, but Saeko smashed their heads with her weapon.

"I… fine! Just don't die, please." Kasumi gave Soryan and Mitchell looks of immense trepidation, then turned and started climbing. And just in time, for a number of Zs lunged from the hood of the Humvee into the spot that she'd once stood. They writhed before slowly attempting to rise. "Sor! Mitch!" Kasumi cried, staring down at them.

Takashi motioned for them to climb. "Go! Screw this, we'll all climb!"

By then, the number of corpses had piled halfway up the Humvee, and the Humvee itself now only went up to the Zs' abdominals. Without wasting a second, Saeko murdered the Zs atop the Humvee with quick precise blows, then quickly began scaling the cables, Takashi following quickly. There was little room, and they pressed up against one another uncomfortably.

More Zs climbed atop the hood and slowly clambered for Saeko and Takashi, forcing Mitchell and Soryan away from the cables. It was then that they both realized—in order for either of them to climb, they would have to hang off of the sides of the Humvee such that any number of Zs could reach them.

If they attempted to climb now or ever, it would be their end.

Mitchell realized that the staircase from earlier might be their only hope. He looked over, and saw that it was almost completely clear. "Sor! Staircase!" He pointed out the stairs urgently.

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me, let's go!" Soryan replied, battering a Z that got much too close for comfort.

"Stay on my goddamn ass, Sor!" Mitchell growled as he leapt off of the Humvee. Sor hesitated no longer, as the Zs had completely taken over the Humvee, and he leapt after Mitchell, adrenaline fueling his muscles.

Mitchell landed on a Z and impaled its face with his blade. Immediately, he ripped out his blade and slammed the pommel into another Z's face. Without a second to spare, he grabbed the body and began sprinting forward, hefting the cadaver in front of him like a makeshift battering ram. He charged like a bull, his one hundred and ninety-five pound body of pure muscle plus the weight of the corpse in his hands forcing its way through a tight cluster of Zs like an angry linebacker. Zs fell over like bowling pins as he cleared a path to the staircase. As he drew near, he heaved the corpse at another Z and nimbly pirouetted around another one, decapitating it. He whirled around, blood racing and ready for more, but he had already reached the stairs.

Soryan silently thanked the fact that Mitchell was the biggest, strongest guy he'd ever met in Japan as he followed, sprinting like his life depended on it—it did. When a Z dove for him, he also thanked the fact that he speedrunned Doom Eternal on Ultra Nightmare, lest his reaction time not be quick enough, and he swung haphazardly, smashing his bat against its sternum.

"FUCK YOU!" he roared with as much eloquence as a lion. Following that, he practically soared the rest of the way, hurrying up the stairs three steps at a time to catch up with his American comrade.

Once they made it to the top, the two of them stopped, breathing heavily. Soryan looked down to see that a couple of Zs followed, but none could get up the first few steps… yet. He peered over the edge, staring past the cables, and Mitchell joined him. Everyone had made it. He let out a sigh of relief.

"Christ, I'll be feelin' that later," Mitchell drawled, steadying his breath.

Despite himself, Soryan managed a laugh. "Fucking hell, dude."

"Soryan! Mitchell! Are you guys alright!?"

They both peered over to see Kasumi frantically looking for them. When she found them, she all but sagged with relief.

"Still breathing, so I think so!" Soryan replied.

"Still kickin', girls!" Mitchell called.

Wakaba sagged in immense relief and muttered something beneath her breath, and… were her eyes glistening slightly? Chizuru was a bit more vocal.

"You guys better not die! I just joined your team! I haven't even had the chance to tease you yet! And I'm pretty sure your girlfriends would cry!"

While Kasumi had zero reaction to that statement, Wakaba blushed furiously, then said something neither of the males could hear, indignant.

"Just for that, you're gettin' no mercy, Rescue Lead!" Mitchell smirked playfully. "Just wait till we get back!"

Chizuru dignified that by sticking out her tongue. They would have chatted further, if not for the sudden jostling of the cables. Everyone turned to see a horrifying sight—the Zs had grown so numerous that they were using one another as stepping stones to climb up the cables. It would only be a matter of time before they reached the top.

Soryan cursed. "Mates! We don't have much time! You lot have to move out or you're going to get overrun! For real! Mitchell and I will meet up with you later! At Takagi Estate!"

"Yeah, y'all get gone!" Mitchell waved them away emphatically.

"What!" Kasumi yelled. It was more of a statement than a question somehow. "We're not leaving—"

The cables jostled again, and the Zs climbed ever higher, now halfway up where the Humvee was. Both Soryan and Mitchell heard groans coming from some distance behind them. It was sudden, but it was time to go.

"Sorry guys. We'll meet up later, yeah?" He didn't wait for a reply, knowing that Kasumi would likely protest a little bit more, and he turned and walked away from the edge. Mitchell gave the girls an assuring two finger wave as he followed.

Kasumi's protests followed them as they walked away.

A/N: So, things to clarify. First of all, the elastic rubber-band wall in the anime is total and complete bullshit and anyone could walk through, and half of Kohta's firearm techniques are also total and complete bullshit of which I abhor to this day.

So, we replaced that wall with a more believable one of steel cables that measure twenty feet high.

RPG Proficient: Yeah, the firearm discipline in the anime severely triggers my OCD tendencies. It's infuriating to watch. Not to mention leaving behind a perfectly good crossbow. That shit still tilts me.

Fr, bruh, Takashi shoots a bullet between a pair of swinging breasts. First of all, those rifle rounds are probably super sonic at about 750 m/s (about Mach 2). There is legitimately no way for the human brain to comprehend this kind of speed. At all. You want proof? The proof is the fact that someone thought that bullets were slow enough to move between a pair of swinging breasts—of which, might I add, swung faster than the bullets moved ffs.

If there is any media in which time slows such that you can see a bullet move, and any normal person within that media is moving at all, then it is complete and total bullshit. So may I say, fuck you mobile sniper games. Fuck you all and go to Hell. That's all I have to say.

Oh, and yeah, we are taking the place of Saeko and Takashi in a much more believable fashion than otherwise, I feel. This serves a story purpose by the way…

RPG Proficient: Yeah… besides, I feel like the way they split up was just a way for Takashi to secure his second haremette. Nah, not here dawg.

Oh yeah, also, I'm starting my Senior year of high school, so expect me to be omega busy.

Aight then. See y'all later then.