Day-Z. 13: 11. Tokonosu city.

A guy in a school uniform was running through the half-empty streets of the city. He was about eighteen: tall, black-haired, fit, with a dark look that made many people keep their distance.

The guy's first and last name won't say anything about him. But usually, when he is addressed, he is called by a strange and unpleasant nickname. And all because of his dead cold brown eyes, which make many people's hair stand on end. He also had one hobby that only a few people knew about.

At this point, many may wonder: "Why is the academy student not in class at noon? "This is a completely logical question, to which there is an obvious answer.

"Damn it! I shouldn't have stayed up late watching this movie! Damn it, I forgot to set the alarm! I've been thinking about the movie all night. At least I got some sleep. Pancake... Goodbye perfect attendance and hello sad face of mom. Yours... It sucks!"

It was three kilometers from his house to the school. It usually took him 40 minutes with a calm, fast pace, but now he was running and could do it in over 20 minutes. The straight streets of the city were not a problem for him, the most exhausting thing was to climb the hill on which the Fujimi Academy stood.

The streets were quiet. Too quiet. Several passersby were moving strangely, their faces seemed unnaturally pale. He tried not to look at them, telling himself that it was just his imagination.

"Damn, I watched horror movies until nightfall, so it seems like all sorts of nonsense," the guy mentally corrected himself. But there's something inside... some kind of itchy fear suggested that all this was not normal.

Now the guy was climbing a two-pole paved road, which was used by teachers' private cars and school buses. It was also used by students of this very academy to go up to their place of study. It was not a short road. It took twenty minutes of his life just to climb it to the gate. Of course, if you walk at a calm, unhurried pace. If you put in the effort and will, you could easily manage in ten minutes. Basically, an unnamed high school student spent almost that much time. He's a little tired now, but he didn't feel too tired or uncomfortable.

The student ran to the gate of the building. Unfortunately for him, there was an unknown man in a suit standing in front of them, aimlessly hitting them. The guy would have thought he was crazy or drunk, but there was no time to think, after all. Three teachers and a high school teacher approached the gate. Teshima, the physical education teacher, strode ahead, athletic and sharp, with habitual confidence in every movement. Behind him were Kuroto, a physics teacher with an eternal frown, and Ohara, a short and energetic mathematician who always seemed confused in unexpected situations. But what caught my eye the most was Kyoko Hayashi, a teacher with reddish-brown hair and a stern but caring look. She was the kind of person who could silence an entire class with a single word.

But the guy got distracted from his mission. He wanted to slip quietly into the school, but with this strange man and the teachers who had already seen him, it was already impossible to do so.

"WHO ARE YOU? STOP BREAKING DOWN THE GATE!" Teacher Kyoka, as usual, spoke in a stern ringing voice, which made half the male part of the school in a slightly masochistic delight. Including the mama's boy. The conversation was about him. "And... Is this our student?

"A truant or something? Aren't you ashamed, kid? And... Is it you, the brat with the stupid diary? " Teacher Teshima recognized him, but did not remember his first or even last name.

"Yes, Teacher Teshima. I apologize. I overslept really badly... Will you let me in?"

"Get away from the gate and this crazy guy. You never know what this idiot can do. I'll deal with him right now!" Teacher Teshima rolled up his sleeves and came closer to the gate and this psycho and grabbed him by the shirt and pressed him against the fence, threatening him with force.

"I can do everything quickly too." Without waiting for the teacher to act, the boy threw the bag over the gate, and then began to climb it. It was better to be on the other side of the fence with a beautiful teacher than for us to be on this side with a psycho.

"Hey! It's dangerous! Get down quickly!" Teacher Hayashi was strict, but worried about the health of the student.

Meanwhile, the boy deftly climbed over the school fence made of iron vertical bars with arrow-shaped ends. There was a danger of piercing the body for a newbie, but the young guy was experienced and overcame this obstacle without any problems.

"Well, there you go. Now I'm safe," the boy said calmly.

However, this self-confidence did not save him from rage. She quickly approached him and almost swung to slap him, but quickly remembered the rules and the law, according to which she had no right to do such a thing, although from anger and worry she really wanted to do it. Instead, she firmly grabbed his right hand and did not let go. In this position, the guy had a perfect view of her large breasts. With her magnificent figure and glasses that emphasized her strictness, she was, without any condition, one of the hottest women in the school. The guy even regretted that she was not his teacher in the class.

"Can I go to class? I'll only miss half the lesson."

"Oh, no! You'll stay with us until we finish. And then I'll accompany you to your class, where I'll personally hand you over..."

"A-A-A-A!"

Suddenly, a man's scream was heard. Both Hayashi and the guy turned their heads towards the gate, where Teacher Teshima fell to the ground and screamed in pain from a bitten-off piece of his left arm. Blood was gushing out of his terrible wound.

Teacher Kuroto turned white as a corpse and froze, looking at the blood gushing out of the wound. His lips trembled, but he didn't say a word. Ohara, on the other hand, rushed to Teshima, trying to squeeze the wound with his bare hands.

"What... what should we do? Someone call an ambulance!" he shouted, frantically looking around, but judging by his eyes, he no longer believed that help would come.

Kyoko Hayashi stood a little further away, pressing her hand to her lips. Her eyes were shining with tears, and her breathing was becoming increasingly shallow.

The guy knelt down next to Teshima, quickly assessing the situation.

"Kuroto-sensei! Call a nurse and bring water! Ohara-sensei, stop pressing with your hands, you'll make it worse. Here's a belt, tighten it tightly above the wound!" the guy quickly handed over his shoulder bag.

Ohara stared at the boy in utter confusion, but he obeyed, starting to tighten his belt on his trembling hands. Kuroto, as if waking up, nodded and ran towards the building.

Kyoko still hadn't moved. The boy turned to her abruptly.

"Sensei! It won't help him if you stand around doing nothing!" Her eyes widened, but the next moment she stepped forward and squeezed out with difficulty:

"How... how can I help?"

"Hold his head. Make sure he doesn't bite his tongue!" the boy snapped. The teacher nodded and knelt down, shaking all over, but still tried to complete the task.

"Teshimaya-sensei! Hold on!"

"Calm down, Teacher Hayashi! He'll be fine. You don't die right away from a wound like that."

And as if the boy had jinxed the situation, Teacher Teshima's head fell back and he went silent, not moving a muscle. Teacher Kuroto accidentally said:

"He... He died."

"No, it's hypovolemic shock. It happens when you lose blood. He definitely didn't... "the boy reassured himself with his medical knowledge, and to reassure all the adults, he decided to check Teacher Teshima's pulse. Even in such a state, the heart should beat infrequently, but clearly. However, it was not there. Not one knock per second, not one knock per ten seconds, not one knock per fifteen. "died..."

The guy couldn't believe his eyes and sense of touch. It was impossible to die from such blood loss. And infections and poisons didn't work that fast. Although no. The guy quickly remembered the same potassium cyanide. So death could really happen in a few seconds. However, it was very strange.

The guy looked at the strange man who bit teacher Teshima. Only now did he notice that the stranger looked like a dead man. A terrible and impossible thought flashed through the guy's head, which had been tormenting his teenage mind for a whole year.

"Nonsense. This is nonsense. What the? ..."

Suddenly, the hand of the seemingly dead teacher began to twitch, which immediately gave hope to the three adults, but this only added to the boy's animal fear. Teshima-sensei's open bleeding eyes only made the situation worse.

"TESHIMA-SENSEI! How are you? "Hayashi immediately rejoiced at this joyful event. "Teshi..."

At the moment when the gym teacher's hand reached for the busty Kyoko's jacket, the guy realized that there was no time to hesitate or doubt.

"...ma-sensei! I'm so..."

"..." the guy was the first to grab teacher Teshima by the collar of his jacket and pulled it back with all his might. He managed to do it in time, because Teshima-sensei managed to grab the edge of her white jacket and yellow top. His grip was strong, so the guy grabbed his neck with his other hand so that his mouth was away from the teacher. "Pull her away, quickly!" the order, although late, reached the other two teachers, and together they tore the woman out of the hand of the distraught Teshima. Although it did cause the buttons on her jacket to come off and her top to rip, revealing her black lace bra. But now was not the time to enjoy the beautiful sight of the hot teacher's charms.

CLICK*

The teacher... it was still Teshima-sensei, the man who had been chasing him around the sports field for the past three years. But that inhuman gaze and clicking teeth... it wasn't him anymore.

"Sorry, teacher Teshima," he whispered before gritting his teeth and slamming the teacher's head into the tile. Each blow sent pain through his chest, as if he was killing a part of himself. When his body stopped twitching, the boy sat there, clenching his fists. His hands were shaking, but he forced himself to remain calm.

"Ah..."

Teacher Hayashi was the one who was the most shocked by the events that had just happened. She collapsed on her ample butt and grabbed her face with her hands. A little more and she would have thrown a fit and panicked. But the guy quickly approached her and sat down opposite her. He did this not to calm the teacher's shaky nerves, but in order to brazenly and almost completely expose the left breast of teacher Hayashi.

"What?!" the adult woman blushed deeply from embarrassment and indignation at such undisguised impudence and the use of her hands.

"No wounds. No on the face either." the guy said calmly, examining the woman for at least one wound on her body and breathing heavily due to fatigue. "Did some of teacher Teshima's liquid get into your mouth: blood or saliva?"

"What? ... No..." the straightforwardness and strict seriousness of the student almost finally brought teacher Hayashi to tears.

He understood this and decided to soften. He grabbed her by the shoulders and said to her in a quieter and calmer voice:

"Calm down. Everything is fine. Take a deep breath, and then exhale." Hayashi obeyed him and after a couple of quick and nervous breaths she was able to completely fill her lungs and then empty them. After a few of these inhalations and exhalations, she was more or less able to pull herself together, although tears still flowed from her eyes. But something told the guy that this was not from shock, but from grief over the death of teacher Teshima.

"Now you will go to the medical center and ask Nurse Marikawa for a sedative. Lie down on the bed, or better yet, sleep." The guy instructed the teacher. As if she was not the sensible and cool-headed adult here, but he was.

Hayashi nodded silently to him and stood up, not without the help of the student. She stood unsteadily on her feet, ready at any moment to fall again or even faint. The boy held her by the waist.

"Teacher Kuroto, escort Teacher Hayashi to the infirmary. Teacher Ohara, find available teachers and notify them of the incident. Have them call all the services that can. Find all the weapons in the school. At least three adults need to be sent here. And most importantly..." the boy's face became much more serious and menacing. "Check the entire school for teachers and students in about the same condition as him." He pointed at the crazy man who continued to bang his head against the gate. "And if you find him, isolate or neutralize him. The main thing is to not let him bite or injure others. I think you understand how dangerous that is."

All three of them bit their tongues, reluctantly, but they understood the logic of the actions. They obeyed the orders of the high school student. Kuroto grabbed Hayashi by the shoulder, and Ohara quickly ran into the school to find other teachers as quickly as possible. The boy stayed behind to keep an eye on the gate and the troublemaker, in whose eyes he saw no life.

The student looked around, paying special attention to the roof and windows of the school. Extra eyes would be a big problem now. His concern was justified. His gaze darted to the running silhouette of the student.

"It's too late to stop him," he thought, clutching his bag. "If he keeps quiet, we'll be lucky. If he starts to panic... it could cost lives." The guy walked up to Teshima's corpse and untied the strap of his bag and his bloody jacket. From the pencil case, which was stained with saliva and the teacher's blood, he took out all his stationery and put it in the bag. The guy's next step was to check the crazy man. He stood in front of him at arm's length. He waved his hand in front of his eyes, but there was no reaction. The guy stood a little to the left and made a sound. The man immediately turned in his direction. Then the guy quietly stood to the right of him and finally noticed a terrible big hole in his back. You can't live with wounds like that, the guy immediately thought. Another alarming sign was that the blood from the man was not flowing, but was clotted. He wrapped his hand in his jacket and stuck it through the bars of the gate and grabbed the man's shirt at stomach level. The man did not try to bite him, as he did Teshima-sensei, that was unusual.

The guy pressed the man against the bars, as the teacher usually did. The reaction was immediate: the man tried to grab his hand, but the guy managed to pull it away. After five seconds of absolute silence, the unknown man continued aimlessly hitting the gate.

The guy's thoughts began to again be filled with disturbing thoughts about this whole incident. At first, he thought that this was all his nightmare because of yesterday's movie, but he immediately discarded this thought.

'In the movie "Land of the Dead" the zombies were sighted and smarter. And they were more alive. And it's impossible... The living dead? Nonsense... But it's becoming more and more true. Damn it...'

The guy did not want to believe in the events taking place because of their fantastic nature, but the facts said otherwise. From his bag, he took out a black notebook with a large "Z" written all over the cover. He found a blank page and began writing down all the facts and observations he had learned:

'A man with pale skin. Bloodied eyes. Does not die or fall from fatal wounds. Vision is extremely weakened. Zombies only react to movement or sounds heard in close proximity. Touch senses are dulled. He did not react to the grip, but responded with lightning-fast reactions to a sharp blow. The zombie hits the gate aimlessly, as if trying to break through the obstacle. But he makes no attempt to use his hands or look for another way. Attempts to bite living beings. Unknown: only humans. The bite is fatal and contagious. The rate of infection is presumably dependent on the wound. With serious injuries, the victim first "dies" in 30 seconds, then "resurrects" in 10-15 seconds. With light bites: unknown. The infected person shows the same symptoms as the source of infection. There was no pulse. Final death occurs with damage to the head, presumably the "brain".

Probable explanation for the current events: difficult. Further observations are needed'

The guy closed his book and returned it to his bag. He picked up his phone. First of all, he called all the emergency services, but each time he heard approximately the same message: the network is loaded, call back later.

The next important call the guy had was his mother's. The first beep rang. Then the second. Then the third. And then the most alarming message he had heard today:

-[Number unavailable]

He thoughtlessly lowered the phone, feeling a chill run down his spine. 'Number unavailable.' The words echoed in his head. He ran his hand over his face, holding back the trembling in his fingers.

"Shit happens," he muttered, trying to give his voice confidence. But an icy lump of fear was growing in his chest. He exhaled and looked at the strange "dead man" again. The day promised to be tense.