KR Chrome: OK, so I got into High School of the Dead and decided to see what I could do if I did a sort of crossover with School Days. Now, not all of the HOTD characters will be used, of course. But a few of the characters we have will fill in some of the roles. Hopefully, this will satisfy fans of School Days and HOTD.

SCHOOL DAYS OF THE DEAD!

Chapter 1: Z-Day

The hallway was crowded with zombies as two young men stood back-to-back with a girl. The girl was named Katsura Kotonoha and the two young men were named Hasuma Ryūji and Fudo Yūji. Ryūji wore the standard uniform, but without the uniform jacket. Instead he wore a leather bomber jacket. His black hair was long and wild. It was tied at the base of his skull. Yūji wasn't dressed in the standard uniform either and he had his hair spiked in almost an impossible way with red streaks.

Ryūji's weapons of choice were a pair of Chinese broadswords. Yūji, on the other hand, was armed with two guns in his hands, picking his targets and taking aim.

"You know, Fudo. This was not how I wanted my day to go," said Ryūji.

Two hours earlier...

It was a week into the start of the spring term and both Ryūji and Kotonoha were in Class 2-4. Many months had passed since they became a couple and their relationship had only grown strong since the school festival. There was a legend that a couple who kissed at the bonfire would always be together and it seemed that it was a reality for them.

"Four months to summer vacation," Ryūji countered as he stretched in his seat. "That's what I'm looking forward to."

"Don't forget to study, though," she reminded him.

"Right, right, gotcha," he dismissed her playfully. "It's great that Katou and her little gang aren't with us this year. Neither is that creep Sawanaga. However..." He glared at Makoto and Sekai who sat nearby. "Couldn't they be assigned to a different class?" he asked, frowning.

Makoto and Sekai were people that Ryuji didn't like. To be honest, he didn't like people in general. He tolerated them, to a degree, but he hated Itou Makoto and Saionji Sekai because they had betrayed his girlfriend. And that was something he was unwilling to forgive.

Meanwhile, something was going on outside in front of the main gate. A man was bumping in front of the main gate. Some teachers went to the gate to investigate. However, they were unaware of the man's condition and that a huge chunk of his left lower back was missing, some flesh and bone exposed. His skin was grayed, eyes clouded to an almost white as he was moaning.

From above, in an external stairwell, a student was watching the scene transpire. His skin was fair as he scanned the situation with his blue eyes, staying focused on what was going on. His hair was a rich black and spiked like horns covering his head, with four streaks of his hair was naturally red. He didn't wear the school jacket; in fact, he wasn't even wearing the school uniform. He was dressed in blue jeans and a jean jacket over a black shirt. On his feet were a pair of black shin-high boots. Not his fault they hadn't mailed him his uniform yet. He was Fudo Yūji, a transfer student that came here just a week ago.

"Wonder what's going on down there," he muttered to himself as he continued watching. He then blinked in surprise when a teacher at the gate had his arm bitten, dying on his back just seconds later. "That can't be good." His eyes then widened when he witnessed the same teacher rise again and bit a female teacher, killing her next. "And...that's just bad."

"OK, why hasn't our homeroom teacher shown up yet?" Ryūji asked in a bored tone. If he wanted to waste time he would've stayed at home.

"Maybe he's just running late," suggested Kotonoha.

That was when the PA system turned on, "To all students and teachers, it seems that an emergency situation has taken place. Please, stay calm and evacuate in a...wait, what are you doing here?-! No! Stay back! Stay back! Get away from me! No! Stay away! No-AAAAAHHHHHHHH!-!-!"

The scream from the PA system was followed by silence.

The students in the classroom were frozen, looking freaked out. Ryūji's eyes narrowed as he took Kotonoha's hand.

"Ryūji-kun?" she asked worriedly.

"Wait for it," he told her, preparing for what was to come next. Moments later, it all sunk in, and pandemonium followed as the students in class 2-4 screamed in terror and started running out of their classrooms. Students from other classrooms were also panicking as they started to flee, pushing aside anyone in their path.

Ryūji, however, did not panic as he held Kotonoha close and wait for the sea of students to leave. Once they were gone, Ryūji led her along. "Come on!"

"What's going on?" Kotonoha asked as she was led along by Ryūji.

"I don't know!" he said. "I can guess, but I just hope I'm wrong!" His feet stopped and he looked ahead. "Fuck!"

"Huh?" Kotonoha peered over his shoulder to see it was one of the teachers, except his eyes were rolled up, his skin was grey, he had blood trailing down his pants and his mouth was gaping. Ryūji could smell the stench of decay coming from him.

"Walking dead," Ryūji hissed as the zombie spotted them and lunged. Ryūji pushed Kotonoha back and pushed the zombified teacher away with his feet. He reached inside his jacket and steel flashed as he pulled out his matching pair of twin Chinese broad swords. The zombie went for Ryūji but never got a chance to take a bite out of him as Ryūji's swords slice through the air, into the flesh of his neck, sawing through the bone, before exiting the other side.

Kotonoha paled as she saw the spectacle when the teacher's head rolled along the floor and the body fell.

"Ryūji...kun...?" she questioned. "You killed him." She was horrified by his action, but she also knew he wouldn't do something so extreme without reason.

"He was already dead," said Ryūji.

"What?"

"He was already dead. Remember that movie we saw on our first date? It's happening, now, for real," he told her.

"But that was just a movie!" she cried in protest. Zombies weren't real, they couldn't be.

"I know, but right now all I care about is getting the both of us out of here alive." He put away one of his swords and took hold of Kotonoha's hand. He wasn't going to lose her. Not ever. He then heard gunshots ring trough the halls, startling Kotonoha as she jumped.

"What was that?-!"

"It's close. We better check it out," said Ryūji.

Gun shots went off every time he pulled the trigger. Before he knew it, Yūji had been in a swarm of undead and had decided to fight back. He'd seen the movies and realized what was going on. The dead had risen, sort of, and were now attacking the living for reasons unknown. Food? Vengeance? Whatever, it didn't matter. Nothing did, aside from staying alive. In Yuji's hands was a pair of Browning Hi-Power handguns. Shooting to the left, the right, the side, from behind; Yūji was moving around swiftly as he gave out nothing but head shots before he was clear of targets, his barrels smoking and shells strewn about the floor.

"Something is wrong," he frowned as he talked to himself. "What could have caused this? Who could have caused this? And why?" Continuing down the hall, he started muttering to himself as he checked his ammo and reloaded as necessary, "1) Find survivors. 2) Evacuate the school. Mission accepted." He heard footsteps coming around the corner and coming fast. "Great, they can run now," he grimaced, "Fantastic." Running to the corner, he turned and took aim when...

Ryūji saw a figure walking out of the corner and when he had it in his sights he swung his sword, only to stop before it could connect. A gun barrel was aimed at him in exchange as Kotonoha gasped.

"Fudo?-!" Ryūji withdrew his sword. "Fucking Christ, man! I nearly chopped your head off!"

Yūji countered, " And you would've had a hole in your chest! I just heard footsteps down this way and came down here to investigate. Good thing my gut was right."

"And what are you doing here?" Ryūji asked.

"Transferred just this week," said Yūji.

"Well, you chose a bad week to transfer," Ryūji grimaced.

Kotonoha tapped Ryūji's shoulder and drew their attention to her. "Ano...Ryūji-kun, who's this?"

Ryūji realized that introductions needed to be made. "Oh, right. Fudo, this is Katsura Kotonoha. Kotonoha, meet Fudo."

"Hi, I'm new," Yūji greeted.

Ryūji warned, "Don't get any ideas, Fudo. She's my girlfriend."

"Oh relax, we just met...like now," he shot back. "Why waste my time hitting on a girl when we've got the walking dead roaming around and having an all-you-can-eat buffet with us as on the menu?"

"Damn, makes me regret the time I laughed at my old friends for making up stupid zombie plans," Ryūji frowned. "We better keep moving."

"Damn right," Yūji agreed. "They're starting to multiply."

"Zombies tend to do that," Ryūji agreed. The three ran to find a safe exit out of the school. Of course, it wasn't going to be easy.

As they ran, Kotonoha asked, "So, how do you know each other?" To her knowledge, Ryūji had never made the effort to try and befriend anybody so seeing him on amicable terms with anybody in school was just a huge surprise for her.

Ryūji answered, "You know how I love to race, right? Well, I met Fudo at an underground street race."

She couldn't help but frown, "Aren't those illegal?"

"I needed the money," Ryūji shrugged. "Raced with Fudo one time and we tied."

"So, Fudo-san also enjoys breaking the rules," Kotonoha observed. Maybe that was why Ryūji could befriend him.

"It's just one of my hobbies," Yūji responded as he ran with them. "Besides, my Uncle Crow taught me that it's only breaking the law if you get caught. And it's like that song by Judas Priest. Breaking the law, breaking the law..."

"Hey Fudo, not that I'm complaining, but how did you manage to smuggle guns into this place?" Ryūji asked.

"Well, I have my ways," he answered, "But I got a license and everything! Honest! Know how to use them too!"

"Well, I trust that you do," Ryūji nodded. Kotonoha suddenly realized something and tugged onto Ryūji's hand to make him stop. "What is it?"

Kotonoha exclaimed, "Ryūji-kun, we need to find the others!"

Yūji cocked an eyebrow, "Others?"

Ryūji sighed. He knew who she was referring to and said, "Koto-chan, they're not even our friends. Besides, they might be zombie chow by now."

"Who does she mean?" Yūji asked.

Ryūji answered uncaringly, "Oh, just some people I don't like; her ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend."

Yūji nodded in comprehension, "Ah, they don't sound like fun."

Ryūji agreed, "Yeah, and last time I checked they were running for their lives." He then heard running and put up his guard when the last person he expected to see came running towards them.

"Hasuma!" shouted Itou Makoto.

Ryūji cursed, "Oh, fuck me! He survived!" He'd been hoping that Makoto had either been killed or turned so he could have the pleasure of killing his zombified husk. And Makoto wasn't alone. Shambling after him was a pack of those zombies. "And he's leading them right towards us."

"Hey, get down, kid!" Yūji called out to Makoto as he took aim. The boy panicked and dove down, with Ryūji grabbing Kotonoha and diving as well.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

The zombies that tailed Makoto received heads full of lead as Yūji unloaded on them, their heads turning into Swiss cheese before falling back lifelessly. Yūji took this chance to reload his weapons as he fished magazines out of his jacket.

Ryūji, witnessing Yūji's skill, admired, "Hm, headshots. You're really good with that, Fudo."

"I had training," Yūji answered as he walked towards Makoto and helped him up. "Hey, you OK man?"

Makoto looked around panicked, shaking uncontrollably in Yūji's grasp, "God, they're everywhere!"

Kotonoha was at Makoto's side to comfort him, which caused Ryuji to glare in jealousy but he held his tongue. No reason for him to snap at the guy. He looked like a complete wreck. "Where's Saionji-san?" she asked worriedly.

Makoto yelled, "I...I don't know! We were running and I lost her! I think she might be dead!"

Ryūji couldn't help but interject, "Good."

Kotonoha yelled at him, horrified, "Ryūji-kun! That's a horrible thing to say!"

Ryūji remarked, "What? Odds are she's dead already."

"Stop saying that! We need to find her and save her!"

Ryūji argued, "No way! My first priority is you! You and..." He paused when he noticed blood dripping from Makoto's left arm, drenching his sleeve. "Itou, why is your arm bleeding?"

"One...of them bit me. I managed to shake it off but I lost my jacket," he answered. He suddenly started to cough. "I don't...feel too good."

Ryūji gripped his twin swords tightly as he looked at Makoto with a very serious expression. This did not escape Kotonoha's notice.

Kotonoha questioned, " Ryūji-kun?" That look in his eyes frightened her.

Ryūji stated, "Itou, you've been infected."

Makoto gaped at him, "What...?" He took a step back.

Ryūji continued, "In a few moments you'll be like them." He drew out his second sword and crossed his blades against Makoto's throat. Makoto froze as the swords were held close to his neck.

"Ryūji-kun, yamette!" Kotonoha cried out but was ignored.

"Wait! I'm not like them! I'm still alive!" Makoto argued desperately.

"Not for much longer. You were bitten and in a matter of moments you'll turn into a zombie. Before that happens, though, I'm going to kill you and even if you don't deserve it I'm going to make your death as quick and painless as possible."

Yūji took this chance to step in and interject, "I'm sorry, but many films have provided evidence that a bite from an undead subject induces infection and transformation of the target. There isn't anything we can do for him. These creatures are like walking viruses, targeting the freshest source of food."

Makoto pleaded, "...I don't wanna die." Tears were falling from his eyes.

Yūji looked the young man compassionately, his hands on his shoulders as he remarked, "If there were some kind of cure I wish I would have it with me right now, but I don't. Being changed against your will is something no one deserves."

Ryūji added, "Can't say you never had this coming, Itou. At least this actually gives me a decent excuse to kill you, asshole."

"No, you should tend to Katsura," Yūji objected. Ryūji looked to him. "It's not my place to give orders but we don't have much time. Right now, finding other survivors is our collective priority and then procuring transportation in order to leave this school. Also, traumatizing Katsura is not the best thing to do in this situation."

Ryūji wanted to argue but one look at Kotonoha's face made him reconsider. He took his swords off Itou and nodded before he took Kotonoha's hand and led her away before turning a corner, away from what was about to happen. They just waited.

Yūji sighed dejectedly and helped Makoto down, taking a seat on the floor as he had relaxed somewhat, though still in pain as he could barely feel himself fading. "I need you to listen to me," he called as Makoto looked up to him.

"OK..." Makoto heaved as he tried to stay calm.

"If there was a way I could cure you, I would do it right now and we'd all be on our merry way. We don't know anything about each other, that much is true, so I won't ask why Hasuma hates you. Personally, that's none of my concern. If there is anything I should know about Saionji, please tell me now. With any luck, she could still be alive."

"I got...her picture...my wallet," he strained as he dug in his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

Yūji took the wallet and found a picture of her, brown hair and blue eyes and smiling, "That's good. Is there anything you want to say to her? A message I can give her?"

Makoto coughed and spoke softly, "Tell her... I'm sorry...I love her..."

He only nodded and patted Makoto's shoulder, "I understand. I will do my best to find her and protect her to the best of my ability. Now, soon you will change and you will be like these...monsters. I'm sure you don't want that, right?"

"I don't...don't wanna die..." Makoto strained as he started to cry.

Yūji couldn't help but feel bad for his fellow student, hanging his head low, "I'm sorry, but once you change, you won't even be considered alive. I can only offer you an ease of death."

Makoto looked up again and strained a smile as best he could. "Just make it quick. And I'm glad it isn't Hasuma...he'd enjoy it too much."

"Is there anything else I should know?" Yūji asked. "Family to watch out for?"

Makoto struggled to answer, feeling a bit more of him fading away, "My mom...little sister...Itaru...Gah..."

Yūji gripped his shoulders, shaking him softly, "Try to stay focused for as long as you can." Makoto vomited blood, making Yūji frown as he stood, aiming down at Makoto's head. "Goodbye then."

BLAM!

Blood splattered on the wall behind Makoto as he slumped over, now dead as Yūji's clothes were stained with the blood of an innocent young man.

"Fucking...shit," Yūji growled as he felt his rage boiling inside. "RRAAAGH!" he roared as he punched a hole in the wall, the structure cracking before he pulled his arm out. "Relax...just relax," he chanted to himself, trying hard to fight back the tears from escaping. "Never again," he swore.

Yūji met up with Ryūji and Kotonoha and they locked themselves in one of the empty classrooms. Kotonoha had broken down emotionally and needed some time to gather herself before they could get out of the school. Ryūji was at her side, as always, providing comfort.

She knew that Makoto was dead. The gunshot had made things clear. Then they came, forcing the three students to find a place to hide.

Ryūji was looking out the window as he saw the walking corpses shambling around. "They're everywhere."

Yūji added, "And not too long ago, everything was quiet...normal. Something's wrong about all this."

Ryūji questioned, "Voodoo spell gone wrong, or something biological like a virus?"

Yūji answered, "I don't know. What I do know is that one minute everything is peaceful when all of a sudden an infected man was found outside the school gates. I saw what happened. He bit a teacher and then he was infected and attacked the staff members around him. I think this whole thing was staged."

Ryūji remarked, "Well, staged or not we need to get someplace more secure. There are zombies in the hallways and they could come in here at any moment."

Yūji nodded, "Agreed, but finding survivors should come first."

Ryūji scoffed, "You can waste your time, but I'm only interested in getting Koto-chan out of here, finding her family, and trying to get someplace safe. Or at the very least protect them. Besides us, every other student and teacher is either dead or one of them now."

"And how can you be sure of that?" Yūji challenged. "For all we know there could be some resourceful individuals holding up somewhere. And for the record, take another look outside."

Ryūji looked outside as many infected were roaming the grounds outside. "Looks like we might have to fight our way through. "

"There's far too many outside right now. Even with your swordsmanship skills, they'll swarm you like ants at a picnic."

Ryūji retorted, confidently, "Fudo, there's something you might wanna know about me. I can't get infected."

Yūji considered Ryūji's words. What did he mean? Was he just boasting that he wouldn't allow himself to be infected or was there a deeper meaning to his words? He would wait for Ryūji to elaborate some other time. "Good to know, but Katsura here isn't immune. What we need to do is-" He was cut off by a shrill scream.

Ryūji exclaimed, "Who the fuck was that!"

Kotonoha identified, "That sounded like Saionji-san!"

Yūji added, "And it came from the infirmary! Time to go!"

Ryūji, not wanting to leave Kotonoha defenseless, handed her one of his swords. "Ryūji-kun...?"

"Just try to protect yourself, OK?" he asked.

Kotonoha nodded and they made their way to the infirmary, finding zombies crowding the entrance, trying to get inside.

Ryūji flicked his wrist and threw his sword, sending it flying like a boomerang. It lobbed a couple of heads off before returning to his hand. "Hey, zombies! Look at us! Fresh meat!"

"Oh sure, call them over to us," Yūji deadpanned as he took aim. "Ruin the element of surprise. Thanks a lot, Hasuma."

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

He'd gunned down every infected corpse in the room, shocking the living attendees as they shut their eyes and covered their ears from the gore, hearing only the muffled, booming sound of gunshots.

Ryūji retorted, "You were the one who wanted to protect people! Sides, if there are survivors in there, then it all works out anyway, doesn't it?" Several zombies came for him only to meet their end as he swiftly and efficiently sliced their heads off. "OK, all clear. Now, let's see who we saved."

"Well, hello there," Busujima Saeko greeted. She was a third-year student, captain of the kendo club and skilled with a sword as she had done her best to protect her companions minutes before their saviors arrived. Her long, purple came down like a curtain and blue eyes seemed to glow as the sunlight rest behind her.

Yūji walked in, holstering his weapons into his jacket. "Is everyone OK? No bites, scratches or anything similar?"

"We're fine!" Sekai exclaimed, still coming down from her panic attack and realizing she was safe now. She didn't recognize Yūji, but was glad he was here now. She was surprised that Ryūji and Kotonoha had found her as well though.

Marikawa Shizuka, the school nurse, glomped Yūji and held his face to her chest in a thankful manner as she was now relieved to be rescued. The blonde school nurse was crying happily as she choked the transfer student with delight, not knowing that he was losing breathe and consciousness. "Oh, thank you! Thank you!"

"Um...you're welcome..." Yūji tried to say, his voice muffled and face turning red as he was losing his life.

"I see you managed to survive up until now, Busujima," said Ryūji. He wasn't the type to use formalities or honorifics most of the time. It may sound rude but the 3rd year didn't seem to mind.

"Considering the fact that I'm captain of the kendo team and well-trained at the art, that shouldn't come as a surprise," said Saeko as she shouldered her bokken. "And I'm glad to see you alive as well."

"What can I say? I'm a survivor," Ryūji answered. Kotonoha tugged on his sleeve and he turned to see his girlfriend narrowing her eyes at him.

"Ryūji-kun, how do you know Busujima-sempai?" Kotonoha asked. Saeko was famous for winning many kendo tournaments so it was impossible not to know her. Was Kotonoha jealous or something? She didn't have to be. Ryūji wasn't going to leave her for some other girl.

Ryūji answered, "She saw me practice with my swords. We sparred. She invited me to join the kendo club. I declined since my style isn't the same as kendo"

"My invitation still hasn't expired, not that it means anything now," said Saeko, sighing. "The entire school has gone nuts."

"It's a zombie outbreak. It'll get crazier," Ryūji remarked.

Yūji approached Sekai, showing her a small picture of herself. "You're Saionji Sekai, right?"

"Yes, that's me," she confirmed.

"Oh, right," Ryūji remembered. "Itou's dead," he stated bluntly.

"WHAT!-?" she shrieked.

"That was unnecessary," Yūji frowned at Ryūji before turning to Sekai, "And please, keep your voice down."

Ryūji sighed as he justified himself, "Look, it's best to just get straight to the point. It's like ripping off the band aid. Sides, what do you want me to say? That you shot him?"

Yūji palmed his face at Ryūji's lack of tact as Sekai shrieked, "WHAT?-!" before she turned to face Yūji. "You killed him!" she accused.

"To be fair, he had one foot in the grave already," continued Ryūji.

"Hasuma, please...stop helping," Yūji groaned as he tried to placate the horrified girl.

Kotonoha chided, shaking her head, "Ryūji-kun, you lack delicacy."

"Listen, Itou Makoto had been bitten by one of those monsters," Yūji clarified as he addressed Sekai. "It's an infection and he was on his way to change. I talked with him, learned about you through him, and I gave him the courtesy of death while he was still human."

Ryūji muttered, "Which is more than he deserved." Suddenly, Kotonoha slapped him, much to his surprise. He never saw it coming and was stunned. He focused his eyes on her, her angry face and the tears welling up in her eyes. "Koto...chan?"

"Ryūji-kun, I love you, but please stop speaking ill of the dead. Even though Makoto-kun...even though he did break my heart...please...just don't speak ill of him," Kotonoha told him as she started to cry before burying her face into his chest. "Please..."

Ryūji slowly and tentatively put his arms around Kotonoha, holding her close. Today had been a huge shock for all of them. The dead were walking like some bad zombie movie, except this was reality and someone they knew was dead, along with so many others like classmates and teachers.

"Koto-chan...I'm sorry," he apologized as he rubbed her head. She wasn't just thinking about Makoto, but she was wondering about her own family too. She had tried calling but the phone lines were dead.

"There's more, Saionji," Yūji spoke up.

"Huh?" What more bad news could she take.

"Before Itou's passing, he left with a message directed to you."

"What message?" she asked.

Clenching his teeth, his fist shaking, "He said he was sorry for everything...and that he will always love you."

Sekai's eyes widened, finally understanding that Makoto was gone. He was gone, but he would always love her. She broke down and fell to her knees and crying. Yūji kneeled in front of her, holding her close as she cried into his chest as she processed the loss of her boyfriend.

Ryūji, while still holding Kotonoha, said, "We're wasting time here. We need a way to get out safely and with the walking dead everywhere there's no way all of us will survive. We need some kind of transportation."

Shizuka chirped in, "Like a bus~!"

Ryūji agreed, "Yeah, like a bus." He paused. "Wait...you have bus keys?"

"Well, not me. They're in the faculty office," said Shizuka.

"In all honesty, I wish we had a tank," Yūji admitted, "But a bus is the next best thing. We'll go with you, Marikawa-sensei." Someone had to watch her back since there were a lot of the zombies still stalking the school, inside and outside the building.

"Koto-chan, you and Saionji stay here with Busujima. Busujima, take care of my girl," Ryūji instructed.

"You have my word," Saeko promised as Ryūji and Yūji accompanied the school nurse to the faculty office, armed and ready for anything.

As Yūji, Shizuka and Ryūji were carefully making their way towards the faculty office, Ryūji thought he heard some noise coming from a nearby room. He looked inside and his eyes widened as he watched Otome drilling a hole through a zombie's head with a handheld power drill. Taisuke, however, was curled up in a corner, terrified.

Otome removed the drill and scowled, her clothes dirtied by blood as she clenched the power drill in her hand, breathing hard. The day had not been kind to her. For instance, her friends were gone. They were either dead or had unwillingly joined the walking dead.

She remembered as they were fleeing and they had to leave Kumi behind when she was caught. Then Minami was next but only because Natsumi had sacrificed her in order to buy themselves more time, which didn't last as she paid the price for her betrayal as she was mauled and eaten. Otome ran as fast as she could, not looking back. The death of her friends pained her, but not as much as their betrayal towards one another.

She managed to find Taisuke and they hid in the shop classroom. A zombie had broken in and a desperate Otome decided that enough was enough and grabbed the closest tool she could find, which just so happened to be the drill in her hand right now.

Ryūji didn't like these two. Taisuke had nearly raped Kotonoha last year and Otome had bullied Kotonoha for the most of last year. He was surprised that they had survived, Taisuke the most. Otome, however, was just too stubborn to die.

"Didn't expect to find you together," Ryūji remarked. "What happened to your gang?"

"They're dead," she answered coldly.

Ryūji wanted to say something but kept his mouth shut. He decided that, for Kotonoha's sake, he should show some sympathy. He sniffed and accused, "OK, who just peed?"

"That's just wrong," Yūji repulsed as he figured out who it was.

"Not my fault," Taisuke squeaked.

"Katou, since you at least know how to defend yourself, you should come with us," Ryūji all but ordered.

"Who made you boss?" she snapped. Ryūji groaned. Stubborn and annoying.

"Look, the place is overrun with zombies and I don't think that drill will help against a whole bunch of them," Ryūji said. "Besides, we're trying to find survivors and get them out of here." He pointed to Yūji, "His idea, really."

Otome didn't hesitate, "Well, to be honest I can't stand that guy over there." She was referring to Taisuke. "He's got no balls."

"Something we can both agree on," smirked Ryūji.

"Hey! Hey!" Taisuke exclaimed. "Don't leave me here!"

"Then make yourself useful and walk ten paces away from me. I don't wanna see or smell what's in your pants right now," Ryūji scowled.

"Where are we going?" Otome asked.

"To the faculty office to procure some keys," Yūji said. "Fudo Yūji, by the way."

"Katou Otome, and the idiot who wet himself is Sawanaga Taisuke."

"Oh, just so you know, Itou's dead," Ryūji reported as blunt as ever. Yūji palmed his face.

"Again?" Yūji asked.

Ryūji watched Otome and Taisuke's reactions. Both were horrified by the revelation, Otome the most. "Makoto...? He's dead? How?"

Yūji gave Ryūji a warning glare and Ryūji answered, "How do you think?"

"Makoto! You were so young!" wept Taisuke.

"Hey, if we get chased by zombies, is it OK if we let them have Sawanaga to buy ourselves more time?" Ryuji whispered to Yūji.

"Let's hold onto him for now," Yūji whispered back. "I like my meat shields to be within bullet-blocking distance."

"I bet people living in the North Pole don't have to deal with this," said Ryūji.

Meanwhile, in the North Pole, the zombie outbreak had just frozen, literally. The undead could not handle the cold and had turned into corpsicles.

"Just hope Santa Clause will be alright," Yūji joked as he approached Otome. "You can put down the drill now," he placated as he gently pried it from her grasp. "You're going to be alright."

"Right...here you go," she surrendered as she handed Yūji the drill. She was trying hard to hide her blush, thankful that Yūji turned away to move the tool to a safer location.

"She'll need to arm herself," said Ryūji. "Here's a nail gun."

Yūji shook his head. "That'll only work if her aim is good and I doubt she's been trained. Hand it over. I'm gonna modify it."

"Do we have time?" Ryūji asked.

"We'll make time. You go on ahead and get the keys with Marikawa-sensei. I'll look after Katou and Sawanaga."

Ryūji nodded and left with the school nurse.

Yūji looked down at the weapon in his hands, shifting his gaze to nearby supplies before grinning, "Now, time to turn this thing into a real weapon."

Saeko, Sekai and Kotonoha were watching the television and were shocked by what they were seeing what was happening all over the world.

"It's happening everywhere," Kotonoha uttered in despair. New York, Hong Kong, London, Moscow, Paris, and every other major city was experiencing what they were going through. It wasn't an isolated incident and it would appear the military was getting involved as well.

"Is this the end?" Sekai asked. "Is this Hell?"

"Not if I have something to say about it," said Saeko. She hoped they got back with the keys for their escape. Saeko had a feeling that things were about to get much worse.

The faculty office was swarming with the undead. Fortunately, Ryūji was able to deal with them fast before they could even react to their presence. He just fought as Shizuka searched for the keys. The zombies seemed to be ignoring her in favor of him.

Ryūji's sword cut into their neck, severing their heads, one at a time. He also drove them back with punches and kicks, making sure they wouldn't grab and take a bite out of him. "Have you found it yet?-!" Ryūji shouted.

Shizuka found the key that opened the cabinet where the bus keys hung on a hook. "Yay, I got it!" she cheered.

"Great," Ryūji said and Shizuka shrieked as one of the zombies was right behind him. He turned but before he could kill it...

BLAM!

Its brain was splattered all over him.

"You should really pay attention," Yūji admonished. Otome was behind him with a modified nail gun, looking more like a 2x4 toy rifle in her hands. Taisuke was in the back.

"I could've handled it," Ryūji defended himself.

"I know, I just like wasting lead to save people," Yūji remarked, "Makes me feel good that I can contribute to our marvelous community by slaying the Walking Dead for free."

Otome cocked an eyebrow, "Are you guys friends? Because Hasuma here doesn't have that many."

"We're just acquaintances," Ryūji said. "At least he's more tolerable company compared to most of the people around here."

"Do we have time to argue?" Yūji asked. "You got the bus keys, right?"

"Yes, we do," Ryūji nodded.

"Then let's round up the ladies and get the fuck out of here," he beckoned.

The TV only showed static now as Kotonoha sat on the bed with Sekai. The short-haired girl was still coming to terms with the fact that Makoto was dead. According to Yūji it was already too late for him and she believed him. She had seen Hikari and Nanami as one of them now. They were no longer her friends.

"We're all going to die, aren't we?" Sekai asked.

"Saionji-san, we're not going to die," said Kotonoha. "Ryūji-kun and Fudo-san will save us."

"How can you be so sure?" Sekai questioned. She and Kotonoha had not been friends since Makoto became her boyfriend. Kotonoha had started dating Ryūji and was so much happier and no longer did she hate Sekai. Of course, she wondered what Kotonoha saw in Ryūji.

"Because Ryūji-kun's reliable and he never breaks his promises," said Kotonoha.

Meanwhile, hiding around a corner, Ryūji, Yūji, Shizuka, Otome and Taisuke watched as the zombies were walking in the hallway, close to the infirmary. One of the zombies was walking into a wall, repeatedly.

Taisuke peaked around the corner, shivering, "What's it doing?"

"I don't care, and I don't wanna find out," Otome dismissed, "I don't wanna end up like the others."

Yūji got an idea and held up a fist as a signal to stop, "Wait, this could be a chance to find out what they're really capable of." He fished a bullet casing from his pocket and lobbed it in his hand , giving it a good-luck kiss before tossing it. It hits the head of the beast and drops, making some noise. The zombie went down on the floor, looking for the source of the sound. "Well now," he muttered.

Ryūji observed, "They follow the sound. They're blind but they have enhanced hearing to make up for it."

Yūji was jotting down notes on a PDA as he shifted his gaze between the screen and the creature. "Interesting... Dead nerve centers, heightened hearing for hunting, blindness and without control the human bite force isn't something to laugh at."

Otome questioned, "So? How exactly does that help us?"

"We can use their affinity for sound to our advantage," Yūji explained. "Make a distraction to draw their attention and move once they clear a certain area. But right now, we need a way to take that one out now. We can't risk gaining attention and ringing a dinner bell with the infirmary as the restaurant." He looked to Ryūji, "Would you mind doing the honors?"

Ryūji smiled, " I thought you'd never ask." He gripped his sword. "I'll hold them off. When things are clear, I'll catch up. Just make sure nobody dies, especially Kotonoha."

"Understood. We'll make our way to the bus and come back around for you," Yūji informed.

Ryūji retorted, " Just focus on escaping when you have the chance. Just give me at least five minutes, but if I don't get there in time, drive."

Yūji nodded, "I understand. Hope I don't lose a racing rival by the time this is over."

Ryūji fearlessly walked to where the zombies were and waited for Yūji, Otome, Shizuka and Taisuke to head to the infirmary. Once they were at a safe distance, he shouted, "Hey you undead fuckers! Hungry?-! Well how about you try me on for size?-!"

"He's insane," Otome admitted.

"People do crazy things when they're in love," Yūji said, knowing that Ryūji would sacrifice his life if it meant Kotonoha could live.

Yūji, Otome, Shizuka and Taisuke rejoined the girls with Kotonoha inquiring, "Where's Ryūji-kun?"

"He's buying us some time but now we have to leave," Yūji told her.

"No, we can't leave him!" Kotonoha denied.

"He asked me to make sure you were safe," Yūji told her. "Don't worry. He'll be right behind us."

"Everyone, follow me!" Shizuka called. They were going to the parking lot where the bus was parked. Kotonoha still looked worried but she knew that she would see him again. Ryūji was a fighter.

Ryūji crushed a zombie skull under his foot and wiped the sweat off his brow before stabbing one coming behind him. He flicked the blood off his blade. He then heard moaning and groaning as more zombies came for him. He recognized a few from his class but now they were no longer human.

Without any witnesses, Ryūji could now cut loose. He flexed his fingers and flicked his wrists as the horde came at him. His eyes flashed blue as he grinned wildly. He tapped his foot and once they lunged he reacted. He swung, slicing a zombie's head off before spinning around to do the same to the closest one. he jumped, knocking them down with a tornado kick before charging at them.

As he fought, strange markings appeared on his face as his hands changed, becoming grey with some kind of armor and tuffs of fur around his wrists that were not part of his jacket. He then roared as his teeth became sharp and he unleashed what could be arctic winds from his body, freezing the zombies as they came close. He then rushed at them, their brittle bodies shattering under his attacks. One zombie grabbed his jacket from behind but he slipped out of it and at the same time spikes shot out from his forearm as he spun and stabbed them into the zombie's head, withdrawing in time to slice a zombie's head in half like a melon.

A zombie tackled him and was trying to bite at him but he opened his mouth and fired a gout of blue flames from his throat, freezing the zombie's head. He shoved the undead off and its head shattered as it landed on the floor. Spitting out blue flames from his mouth and licking his lips, he allowed the claws from his free hand to lenghten. Lunging forward, he slashed, and blood splattered the walls and floor in a vicious display of violence.

Shizuka planted herself in the driver's seat. "OK, let's see..." she said as she looked over everything. "This is so much different than my little buggy."

Yūji was at her side. "Just focus on getting us out of here, Marikawa-sensei," he told her. He saw that everyone was sitting down but Kotonoha wasn't calm. She was fidgeting while holding Ryūji's second sword which he'd left for her to protect herself. Saeko was sitting next to her. Yūji looked out, waiting for Ryūji to appear, when he spotted more survivors. He saw a handful of students running towards the bus as the zombies chased them and they were being led by a bespectacled teacher in a black pinstriped suit.

"Wait! Don't leave without us!" the teacher shouted.

"That idiot!" hissed Otome. "He'll lead those things right for us!"

"Well, can't leave him or those other students behind," Yūji said. "Hurry up!"

The students went into the bus with the teacher being the last to enter.

"Thank you so much," the teacher said to Yūji.

"Glad to help," Yūji nodded.

"Oh, so it's you, Shido-sensei!" Shizuka gasped.

"Ah, Marikawa-sensei. I'm so glad you survived," Shido said as he wiped his brow. "Today has just been dreadful but now that we're here we can drive to safety."

"Not just yet," Yūji objected.

"What?" Shido gaped. "But we must! They're coming!"

"We need to wait for someone."

"It's unfortunate but they must already be dead," Shido argued.

"Not this guy," Yūji rebutted. "Marikawa-sensei, don't drive yet. We need to wait just a few more minutes."

Shido pleaded, "Wait for what? We need to go now!"

Yūji muttered, "Hasuma...hurry your ass up..." The zombies were coming closer and Yūji immediately shot down the ones which were coming too close. Then, he looked and saw who he was waiting for and smiled.

There he was, Hasuma Ryūji, with a single sword and swiping his way towards the bus. The zombies couldn't even touch him. His clothes were stained in blood but fortunately none of it was his. "Why didn't they drive?" he muttered as he saw the bus still stationary. "Idiots," he spat.

"Heads up!" Yūji called as he tossed him a grenade. Ryūji caught it, pulled the pin out with his teeth and tosses it before reaching the bus. Yūji grabbed his arms and pulled him in before the door shuts.

BOOM!

Some body parts and blood hit the window, scaring the other students inside as they lowered their heads.

Ryūji glared, "Didn't I tell you guys to leave without me?"

"Bad habit of tuning people out when I want!" Yūji shouted as he looked to the front. "Marikawa! GO! GO! GO!"

Shizuka stepped on the gas pedal, shouting, "GOING!" The bus sped out of the parking lot. However, there were zombies in the way.

"Run them down!" Ryūji ordered. "They're not human anymore!"

"Hai!" Shizuka screamed as she continued and sent zombies flying as she drove for the gate which the bus smashed through in order for them to escape. It was a bumpy ride but nobody was hurt, fortunately.

Ryūji went and put himself in a seat before Kotonoha flew over and hugged him, relieved, "You're OK! You're OK!"

"Hey, was there any doubt?" he smiled. Of course he added, "But I'm not all OK. One of those undead bitches snagged my favorite jacket so I'm a little pissed."

Yūji offered, "You can have one of mine. I always carry a spare jacket in my bag."

Ryūji politely refused, "I only wear the ones with fur lining. No offense."

Yūji nodded, "Ah, understood then."

Ryūji counted the people in the bus who were a lot more than he expected. His ice blue eyes fell upon Shido-sensei and he frowned. "OK, I get why you let Katou and Sawanaga on board. But why did you bring him in as well?"

Yūji looked back and realized Ryūji was talking about Shido, "Um...I didn't exactly bring him in. He just showed up with a few more survivors."

"Well, you should just kick him out," Ryūji added.

"You know him?" Yūji asked.

"He teaches English and he likes to leer at Koto-chan. But he'll just deny it," Ryūji answered. "He also makes it clear that he doesn't exactly like me. He doesn't think I'm right for Koto-chan."

"OK, so he criticises your relationship with Katsura," noted Yūji. "But that's not a really good reason for me to just let him die."

"I just get bad vibes from him, that's all. Plus students talk. He likes to bully students and he's a sleazeball," Ryūji concluded.

"Oh," Yūji nodded. "So, he's one of those guys..."

Ryūji said, "Well, once we get someplace safe then maybe we don't have to stay with him for long. Though, if we need bait or a distraction we can always use him."

Yūji nodded, "Good point."

"Ryūji-kun, don't worry about Shido-sensei," said Kotonoha. "He might be a bit creepy, but he's perfectly harmless."

Ryūji watched as Shido gave a speech about working together in order to survive this whole new world. "Yeah...harmless."

Hasuma Ryūji: "In only a few hours the world had changed into something truly horrible. The dead now walk the Earth, attacking, killing and eating the living. It was like a bad zombie movie, only it was really happening. What could we do besides try and survive? They were everywhere. However, if you ask me, the only sensible thing to do is to fight because if we don't fight there is no possible way we can survive."

KAMEN RIDER CHROME: All School Days and High School of the Dead characters belong to their respective creators and distributors. Only I own Ryūji and what he can do. Well, this is just a first chap of a whole new series. I hope you guys will give us some support to continue. Remember, just post a comment and we'll see if we can continue. For now, this is just a test chapter. Oh, and Bushido helped me with it. Thought I should let you guys know.