Fujimi Academy - Auditorium
A sigh of boredom escaped the tired-looking teen's throat, and weary green irises surveyed the room for what seemed like the thousandth time.
The auditorium itself was fairly large, with grand burgundy carpet flooring and rows upon rows of pews/chairs that had the ability to sit hundreds of high-school sized students. Two doors, the only entrances/exits, housed the back side of the auditorium, with two plaques above the wooden doors that read 'In' and 'Out'. Two teachers were at the two doors, one on each side, seemingly guarding it from any late-comers or non-staff/non-students. Another door, this time quite smaller and less...noticeable, was located to the side of the auditorium, closest to the stage, but far enough away as to not attract the attention of any speakers. Engraved into the door was the words 'Maintenance Room'.
Yami himself was seated some-what close to the stage, close enough so that he could count each weak, scraggly hair on Kyo's beard. He was currently draped over the uncomfortable chair, feet propped up in a seemingly impossible position, and his head leaning over the arm-rest, causing the blood to slowly rush to his head. It didn't really matter, despite the burning sensation forming in his nostrils. This shit has happened before. Good thing there was no one sitting beside him, however. They would be annoyed; immensely so.
He turned his half-lidded gaze towards the stage, just as the midget, Mr. Kyo, started to talk in that annoyingly squeaky voice of his. Any murmering or whispered conversations that was going on ceased at that instant. Yami barely held back a snort of contempt, as per usual.
"Welcome students, to this month's assembly," the Principal yelled into the microphone, voice practically oozing out his usual dose of charisma and cheerfulness. "We are gathered here today to discuss our new...toys~! Soda machines, a new class, new computers, a new coffee maker! THis month, we went all out-!"
Yami felt himself nod off. Damned principal and his boring-ass assemblies...
[Approximately 30 minutes later]
Muted gasps awoke Yami as his eyes slowly fluttered into perspective. Was the assembly over? From the sheep he'd counted in his dreams, it'd only been 20 to 30 minutes, and the assemblies usually lasted around an hour or three. So what in the Hell... the teen frowned, looking around at his fellow classmates, eyes not completely in focus. Wide-eyed stares of wonder...and fear...directed at the stage? Oh, yeah, Mr. Kyo wasn't taking. What was up with him? Yami turned back around, bored gaze examining the scene in front of him. Mr. Kyo...standing stock still...microphone on the floor...podium on the floor...eyes wide open. Some sort of liquid fell off of the stage, blending in with the crimson carpet flooring...turning it into a darker shade. Right in front of Yami's shoe. The air began to...change. Blood. Guts. Death.
He turned his gaze upwards...more specifically, to Mr. Kyo's neck....or what was left of it. A scream sounded to his right, and with a blinding flash...the lights were on again. His eyes widened horifically. More screams...a lot of screams...of horror, fright, and disgust. The room quickly filled with the scent of urine, blood, and dead bodies. For...Mr. Kyo was brutally mutilated, his neck a bloody strip of bone, flesh, and fat. It rolled in thick gollops onto the stadium's polished wood, dropping onto the crimson floor with loud pattering sounds. Mr. Kyo himself? Well...he was simply staring forward...endlessly.
Yami blacked out.
He was awoken once more, but this time only a minute after fainting. This time, it was by another student whom's shoulder was brutally ripped open, with blood gushing out of the open wound like a water fountain. Yami could only stare, his eyes half-lidded and dull, yet his ears not hearing any sound. Why was there blood? What happened to his arm-
"DAMN IT, FUCKER! RUN! GET OUT OF HERE! WE'RE ALL DEA-!" Sound abruptly returned, along with his senses, as the young, injured boy collapsed onto the shocked Yami, bleeding freely from his eyes, ears, and mouth. His skin had turned a ghastly gray in only a few seconds, and despite being obviously dead...he was moving? Breathing? Wha-?
It hit him like a ton of bricks. The sound. The visual picture. Everything
The auditorium was filled with screams of death, horror, sadness, and madness as student upon student stumbled through the mob/crowd, screaming as blood poured from everywhere. The air was thick with the scent, and Yami could feel blood on seemingly every inch of fabric on his clothing. Was he injured? Or...oh. Even as the chaos around him carried on, Yami blocked out the sounds of death as he stared at the boy whom had collapsed and died on his body. Yeah. He was moving. "W-what the fuc-," he began, but was stopped mid-way as the...undead student grabbed at his shirt with his...it's (?) hands, gnawing hopelessly at the air as it tried to devour the young man. Instincts took over, and Yami launched himself backwards with a yelp of shock and fear, landing smack dab in the middle of a crimson puddle.
Yami ignored this thought, and focused once more on the slow-moving thing as it crawled towards him on it's belly, licking the crimson liquid off of the floor as it did so. It's tongue...was completely shredded. It dropped more blood than it sucked up. Ignoring, once again, the thought to barf, Yami quickly went through his options, his mind adapting to the situation and giving him the solution to his problems. Like chess. And homework. And life.
"O-okay...he's dead...he wants to eat me...I need...something sharp? But...no...I can't kill him. He's a student...he's a HUMAN. I can't-..."
The...thing was on his shoes now, attempting to gnaw through the leathery material. That was it. Yami squeaked and kicked it flat in the face with all of the power in his leg, once, twice, three times. The abomination groaned and moaned, ignoring the pain and continuing it's ascension towards Yami's brain. No. That. Was. It! Yami scrambled onto his feet, jamming his hand into his pocket in an attempt to find anything to help. Dozens upon dozens of pin-pricks piercing his flesh answered his plea. Jack-pot.
Yami swiftly retrieved a black fountain pen out of his pocket and brought his feet down on top of the abomination's head.
It continued to crawl towards him, yet with a broken, barely hinged jaw and the innards of it's cranium now exposed. Yami felt barf at the back of his throat, but yet again, he ignored it and steeled himself. Grab the pen. Take a breath. Stab!
The razor-sharp edge of the pen easily pierced through the mushy brain matter of the zombie's skull, killing it on the spot, yet covering Yami's entire arm with gray brain juices. The green-eyed teen shook it off before regaining his bearings. Wrench the pen out of it's skull. Surprisingly easy. Another deep breath. Grasp the pen as if it was a knife. Pens are your knife. They are your friends. Sharp, lethal friends.
The chaos was still continuing on. Everywhere he looked, students and teachers alike were being tackled by these abominations, being turned themselves and tackling even more of the student body. An endless cycle. Avoiding his feelings of disgust, pity, and helplessness, Yami began moving away from the pandemonium. The exits were still covered by waves upon waves of those abominations, and he obviously couldn't exit through the brick wall that separated himself from the outside world...and freedom.
So, like a snake moving through the blood-soaked corpses of it's brethren, Yami darted over the dead corpses and...undead corpses of his fellow students and teachers, locking away the grief and horror and disgust and fright that threatened to take over him.
He darted for the Maintenance Room, the smooth metal of the door looking like water in the desert.
Scouting out the auditorium dozens of times worked out in the end, eh?