Angelo went and found a juice machine and just got some grape juice to drink, he still had a hard time fitting in this Japanese culture but he knew to be tolerant of others since here he was an outcast for his darker skin from his Hispanic heritage. He went to his locker and went and got his lunch as he went to the roof near his next class which was thankfully his medical class hopefully he would be able to learn more about medicine although he still wished the school day would end so he could go and play games in his small apartment. He could see everything from his rooftop glad that people generally didn't come here because the school lunch room was nicer as I sat on a bench nearby and opened my lunch bag opening my sandwich as I started to eat and relax

"I'd like to be excused to go to the restroom..." Itoe finally stood up after ten minutes of total quiet in the classroom. Students turned their heads to stare at her as she walked out of the class, keeping her stoic wall of composure. Class grew rather boring for her, so the girl decided to wander about the halls, her short black hair trailing behind her as she took long strides.

Out of all of the schools, why was Itoe sent to a public school? The amount of idiots that lazed around the hall and joked were astounding and Itoe hated every minute of being close to those commoners, they had no control and barely had enough money to afford lunches. They have the audacity to stare at her, call out her name, speak with her as if she were a fellow student? Sickening.

Her delicate face had a scowl on it as she walked down the hall, her attention was elsewhere at the moment.

Yami continued his forward-march down the hall, his hand flicking his pocket-knife around rather dangerously. He didn't really care if he were to be seen - considering his spider-senses were telling him that the fecal matter was about to make direct fucking contact with the goddamn spinning gyroscope within the next nanohours. Within seconds, the office came into sight, along with the massive, gaping entrance to the school's glass entrance. "What?" he muttered, watching a group of teachers walk down by the gate, seemingly arguing with a rather rowdy KKK member, or maybe a communist. Shrugging, the boy kicked open the door to the office and practically lunged for the large, over-stuffed seat next to the mini television, dully noticing that the large office was practically empty of Principal Genesis.

"Wonder where that D-Bag went to now..." Yami sighed, placing his feet on the desk and bringing his hand up, mentally forcing the mini-fridge to open and get him a cold Sprite. That didn't happen, however, and he opened the fridge by himself and popped open a cold one, taking a sip as he stared at the TV, where the Channel 66 News was playing. An Irish man with long black hair was staring into the camera, talking in a deep, baritone voice,

"There has been Martial Lockdown. I repeat, Martial Lockdown. There has been a viral outbreak-"

He was cutoff by a screeching yell, the camera falling from the cameraman's hand. The Irish man crouched by the camera, his eyes still half-lidded and aloof. The skin around his face was now decomposing and green. "This has been Channel 66 news. I'm going to die now." The feed was abruptly ended.

"...Damn dude." Yami's voice, for once, was rather...subtle and shocked. He placed his feet down, turning his head sharply once he heard the sound of the barely-opened door being slammed into. Principal Genesis, previously a handsome African American War Veteran, was now a decomposing pile of mangled flesh, slowly walking towards the, admittedly, scared teenager. Yami, survival instincts kicking in, rolled over the large mahogany desk and threw his can of Sprite at the shambling undead's face, forcing it to the side. "Is this real?" He asked himself, staring down at his knife before looking back up and smirking wildly. The zombie disappeared in his mind's eye, becoming the ugly, rotten-fleshed fucker from Mount Fuji - one of the tribesmen who burned their house down.

"DIE!" He yelled, leaping over the table and basically spearing the zombie onto the floor. The door closed, and as Yami began brutally stabbing the unholy shit out of the zombie's eyesockets and forehead, ignoring it's heavy shoves and smacks, the door to the entrance of the school was burst open by a sudden horde of undead. Students screamed, teachers yelled.

The undead invaded.

Jake Sterling

As he sat there in the shadows on the roof, he slowly started to pack up his things and wantedt to go down stairs... Untill he heard something strange, a crack made him rethink his option of going down there...
Something has happened... Something that isn't quite right... Jake turned around and started to walk for the other door, aldo something in the back of his mind told him to find a spot safe enough... High enough... and out of sight...
Should he listen to his subconcious or would he just start to walk downstairs... And get back to class?...
His subconcious won and so he started to walk even higher, up the stairs of the electricity building, making sure that he wans't followed... Making sure he would be safe for what might come... Or it was just his mind playing wicked games with him...
As he got at the top of the stairs he grabbed the rooftop and climbed untop of it, making sure he could see the entire roof, but also stayed low... From here he could see what was going on, if something was going on and he would be able to stay safe from any harm aslong as he won't be spotted...
So as Jake made sure not to be spotted... He remained quiet and remained on his stomach... Laying down untill everything would be safe... in his eyes...

Sinopa was quietly sitting when a... Zombie walked in?
"Why did I wish for this adventure?" Sinopa muttered to herself as she ran out of her classroom. There was another zombie in the hallway. Sinopa screamed, and ran the other way. She stumbled into the Home Ec classroom, the zombie following her. Sinopa saw a butcher knife. She grabbed the knife and turned around. The zombie was right behind her. Sinopa thrust the knife forward, into the zombie. The zombie stood still for a moment giving Sinopa the time to grab a few knives and run out.

Angelo finished his lunch before heading the announcement that it was martial law and that an outbreak was beginning. He heard hundreds of video games staying that way but it wouldn't be possible.... would it? He looked at the gate and his question was answered for him as he saw actual factual zombies, routing flesh moaning the whole nine yards. Angelo took a deep breath and started to smile "time to see if those games taught me anything" Angelo said laughing to himself a little ad he looked around the roof for a weapon and he found a steel bar they were using to repair the benches. after a few practice settings he nodded to himself thinking it would be as good as anything till he could find a real weapon. As he got up and ran to the infirmary hoping he will find medicines that he could use as a bargaining chip to join a group

A blood curling scream awoke Nakamura from his day dreaming. The hell was that? Nakamura tentatively turned his head towards the entrance of the school, and what he saw was horrifying. A female teacher had opened the door for several seemingly decomposing strangers who in turn dragged the woman to the floor and began... Oh god...

They're...eating her!

All at once, mayhem had consumed the school. Other teachers and even students joined in the halls to see the commotion, and they were met by a flood of these zombie-like people. A chorus of shrill screams and sounds of flesh being torn from bone echoed throughout the halls as Nakamura made his dash in the other direction. He wasn't the only one, as now he had to maneuver past a crowd of students and teachers trying to escape from the bloody confusion. Shit! So much for a good walk. This is insane, just what the hell were those things!?

...Need to find a place to hide and lay low, there has to be somewhere with strong doors and something to hide under...

As if on cue, Nakamura had rounded the corner to Principle Genesis' office, complete with large wooden double doors and possibly filled with provisions hidden in his fabled mini-fridge. Better than swimming in the bloodbath... Nakamura thought as he forcibly shoved his shoulder into the double doors. What he saw when he opened the doors though almost made him wretch. "Oh, christ!"

A fountain of blood spewed out of the corpse of Principle Genesis as Yami continued to puncture through his face with a knife. Nakamura cupped his mouth in attempt to keep from hurling, and his eyes widened in horror as Yami stopped his assault. From what he could make of the corpse, it had look decomposed and long dead, just like those zombies at the door. "Oh god, all of that blood - I mean, holy shi-!" Nakamura continued to stammer as he fell against the wall of the principle's office in disbelief.

Panic began to spread throughout the whole school, causing students to scream and flail, they all poured out of their classrooms like animals and began pushing and shoving one another to get through and find safety. "Ack!" Immediately, Itoe was shoved around by students, and since most were taller than she, the poor girl could barely see. She could barely find her way out of the sea of people and soon, she was forced onto her hands and knees, being trampled by the frantic students.

There were screams, yelps, cries for help, all of this noise, it was too hard to keep track of. Her breathing grew ragged as she tried standing onto her feet, the herd of people minimized, most were tackled and held down by rotting creatures. There was a putrid stench that managed to reach her nose, which made her cringe, almost throw up if she hadn't slipped into a nearby classroom in time. It was an empty music classroom, for now the girl was trapped in here. She peered through the crack in the door, a hand placed over her mouth as she watched students get devoured by those things. I suppose she was lucky due to her short stature.

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Yami panted, staring into the unrecognizable, gory past that had previously been his Principal. A jerk-wad of a principal, but his principal nonetheless. "Bastard..." He growled, bringing the jagged, long blade of his CQC knife into the air air, his hands clenching the cold hilt with the grip of a bear. "What is this?!" With all of the power inside of his body, Yami brought the knife down again, the blade piercing the corpse's mutilated cranium, and going straight through the rotten brain matter, sinking into the wooden flooring. Still panting, Yami jerked the blade out of the floor, his electric-blue eyes still widened in shock. Blood covered his arms and hands, dripping onto the floor, while specks of the life fluid dotted his cheeks and nose.

He was a killer now.

"Oh Christ!" The boy turned his head sharply at the sound of the wooden door being barged into, and his eyes crinkled slightly at the edges once he recognized the figure of the boy he had met in the hallways. Nakamura. 'I must look like shit,' Yami chuckled mentally, slowly standing up and kicking the zombie's head at the door. It slammed against the wood, keeping it stuck in place due to the weight of the brain matter and bones. A temporary defense, if anything. Yami temporarily ignored Nakamura, grabbing the Principal's corpse by it's bloodied, ripped army fatigues, and throwing it against the door with a 'bang'.

"Calm your ass, Nakamura. We sort of have shit to deal with." He responded to the boy's blubbering, walking over to where he was leaning against the wall, and blatantly slapping the shit out of the boy's cheek - on both sides. That usually worked in the movies. "Are you calm now? Great. Shit just hit the fan." Yami began pacing the large room, momentarily stopping by the fridge to stuff his face with different types of candy.

Man, he was starved.

Once Angelo got down from the roof he went down stairs he made sure to use his steel pipe to smash zombie head's as he called out "50 points, 20 30 points, 100 point instakill" Angelo kept calling out killing zombies trying to pretend it was a video game so he wouldn't start weeping for killing human beings although they weren't human anymore. Once Angelo got out to right level of the school he went past the zombies near the infirmary before licking the door behind him. Then he took a breath to relax from the adrenaline rush before going into the medicine cabinet to find whatever he could use for a bargaining chip like painkillers and bandages etc.

[/b]Jake Starling[/b]

Still stuck on his spot, he kept observing the surroundings. Everywhere were decomposing humans running after students... Teachers and students almost looked like they were dead... And they were hunting each other... Just for the lacks of blood and human flesh...
Jake slowly crawled a bit back as he took out his notebook, he never imagined he would get into an adventure like this... Let alone be a loner as always... In a dangerous enviroment like this...
As he took out his pencil he started to write everything he saw about the decomposing humans... Every single aspect that he could find on them, and even made a small sketch of them... For this information could be usefull one day, if he even makes it out alive...
It woudn't suprise Jake that no one would even care that he is alive or death, he doesn't even have any friends who would think about saving Jake's ass... And yet Jake had to be strong for the time being... But his knees were shacking like hell... He coudn't even stand on them... Let alone run for it...
As he crawled a bit back... He made a stupid move... The small rocks that were on the roof, he accidentely made a few fall down... As a reaction from the Stalkers that Jake started to call them, they suddenly turned around and started to move towards where Jake was... Luckly for him he was to high to get grabbed or eaten by them, for they coudn't reach him.
Why was he such a loner... Why was his study more inmportant to him than having friends... Now he would surelly die a lonely death with none who would even care...
And yet... Jake just found a new clue to these Stalkers, they react to sound wich means their eyesight must be blurred... Again Jake grabbed his notebook and started to write in it, these kind of informations are valuable in these desperate times... Information would be everything...

Nakamura slowly rubbed his cheek where he had been slapped and stared blankly towards Yami, perplexed as to how calm the troublemaker had been. Nakamura couldn't help but take another glance at what was left of Genesis: The middle-aged man's clothing was soaked in red from head to toe, and his mouth lay open, his teeth an unnatural grayish-yellow tint. His nose was hanging from a limp and thin thread of flesh which hung down from a grotesque cavity that was in the middle of his face. From what had been his forehead now lay a mushy looking pile of chipped flesh, bone, and brain. Hell, if Nakamura could describe the mess that was his Principle's face, it would be mash potato's covered in ketchup...

He couldn't help it anymore. Nakamura's throat ran hot and a foul taste ran up the back of his mouth. His lips quivered and his mouth creased as his legs buckled from under him. Finally, with a defeated groan, a yellow-green fountain of bile fell from his mouth and onto the carpeted floor of Principle Genesis' office. Nakamura stood back up wiping his lips, his head spinning. Get your shit together! This time, Nakamura slapped himself. He was better than to just mop around vomiting, right? The people still stuck in the hallway were either dead or were about to die, and Nakamura knew that in order to refrain from being put into either of those categories, he'd have to work with Yami.

"Yeah," Nakamura said with a huff. "There is shit we gotta deal with. But what's your plan, Rambo? Sit around drinking Sprite? We have to formulate some sort of game plan."

Gotta get to the infirmary, I can use the stuff they have there to heal other students, Sinopa thought as she ran towards the infirmary. She skidded to a stop at the corner, a zombie stood in her path. Sinopa jabbed both of her hands forward. The unlucky zombie received two stabs in the face by butcher knives. Sinopa yanked out her knives and stabbed the zombie again, this time through its skull. A shower of blood covered Sinopa in red from head to toe. Sinopa pulled out her rag, she wiped her face. She walked into the infirmary, there was already someone else in there. Sinopa added medicine and medical equipment to her bag which already held quite a few (6) butcher knives from the Home Ec room.

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Sinopa thought as she ran towards the infirmary. She skidded to a stop at the corner, a zombie stood in her path. Sinopa jabbed both of her hands forward. The unlucky zombie received two stabs in the face by butcher knives. Sinopa yanked out her knives and stabbed the zombie again, this time through its skull. A shower of blood covered Sinopa in red from head to toe. Sinopa pulled out her rag, she wiped her face. She walked into the infirmary, there was already someone else in there. Sinopa added medicine and medical equipment to her bag which already held quite a few (6) butcher knives from the Home Ec room.

Mind if I use one of those butcher knives? We will need to work together if we're going to get out alive" Angelo told her thinking he could tape the knife to the end of his steel pipe to make a spear. He looked over at what she was having and she looked like she knew what to grab which meant she must have been a med student. "Two med students are better then one after all" he told her with a smirk as he grabbed as much as he could carry in his pockets and jacket

Yami's hands began grabbing random wads of candy from the top of the refrigerator. Nothing was exempt from his plundering spree. Sweet tarts went directly into his gullet, Sour Patch Kids packets were stuffed into his jeans, and skittles were promptly pocketed with superiority. Even though this whole...apocalypse thing happened only a few minutes prior to his thieving spree, the boy couldn't help but notice that he was....enjoying it all. The killing, murdering bit, at least. No wonder he couldn't stop himself when mutilating the Principal's face...

The sound of puking disrupted his grim thoughts. Mentally preparing himself, Yami turned around, and immediately spat out the wad of gum he was chewing vigorously. "Really, man?!" he yelped, turning away from the yellow mess and grabbing the end of the rug. A quick snap-kick at the large wooden desk forced it to the wall, and he flipped the rug on the other side, thankfully hiding the puke, and the smell as well. "I have a 'game plan'." Yami grinned a sinister smile, watching zombies began piling against the wooden double doors. Thankfully, the Principal's rather bulky body did a good enough job with holding the fort down.

"You need to get a taste." Yami kicked open the 'Emergency Exit' door, which was right behind the desk. It led out into the outside platform, which had metal safety stairs leading onto the roof. The teenage quickly took notice of the janitor zombie shambling around the platform, flesh and bone fragments dripping from it's rotten, decomposed body. Ignoring every logical reasoning skills, Yami darted outside, grabbing the zombie around the neck with his arm, while using his superior strength to keep it's neck stretched back, so that it wouldn't be able to bite him.

"Hn!" With explosive force, Yami entered the office, still dragging the thrashing zombie. A kick to the back sent it flying forward, onto the flipped carpet, where it barely caught it's footing, and Yami moved forward, wrapping his muscular arms around the corpse's waist and leaping into the air, doing a half-back flip and falling downwards, onto the cold, unforgiving ground.

*CRACK*

The zombie's spine completely broke, the sharp bone protruding from the undead's lower back, while the zombie merely stayed there, paralyzed and unable to move, stuck in an upside-down fetal position. Yami stood up and pointed at the helpless undead.

"Kill it. Preferably with an awesome wrestling move."

" Sure, I agree with you. Let's team up. Med students FTW." Sinopa told the other student as she handed him one of her butcher knives. Sinopa then went into the nurse's personal office. Inside she found what she wanted, equipment that could be used to stitch up serious wounds. Sinopa grabbed a whole bunch of it seeing as she might need to stitch up wounds later. Boy, was Sinopa glad she had brought her school bag with her. She had emptied its contents earlier and it was quite good for holding butcher knives and medical equipment.

The door alone could not hold them back, soon a zombie managed to break its way in.
"Stay back..." Itoe murmured, speaking to it as if it understood what she was saying. It limped towards her, a hissing sound rumbling from deep within its throat. "Stay back, I warn you!" She repeated herself, this time raising her voice. She backed up as it shuffled closer to her. The girl could feel her heart beating in her chest at a rapid pace. Calm... Calm... Who was she kidding? Itoe was frightened to bits.

She threw whatever grazed across her hand at the creature, ranging from music sheets to drumsticks. Soon, the foul corpse was a few feet away from her. Itoe's hand touched the neck of a guitar that sat on a stand. Her breathing grew into panicked panting as she picked up the guitar and swung it at the corpse, hitting it directly on the head. It collapsed after the fatal hit, and before it could extend its fleshy hand to grab Itoe's ankle, the girl slammed the guitar down onto its head repeatedly, making sure it was dead. With every hit, the guitar let out a screech. It was a bloody mess, the sight that lay before her was a putrid mix of blood, sweat, and brain matter.
The girl dropped the broken guitar and calmed herself down.

The music room was no longer safe, in fact, it never was.

Itoe jogged out of the room and into the hallway, from the window, the girl could see the wave of undead that surrounded the school. It's going to be a lot tougher getting out of here... She needed to get a good view of things from the rooftop... The rooftop... Itoe's jogging grew into a full on sprint towards the stairs that lead to the top of the school, some would most likely have the same idea as her. As she climbed up the long set of stairs, one of the undead managed to follow behind her. Its hand grabbed hold of her long skirt and ripped it, leaving a tear in the cotton fabric. "Wha-" The girl turned around and proceeded to spartan kick the creature, she watched as it tumbled down the stairs before continuing to the top. The moment her feet came into contact with the cement surface of the roof, she took a small breather.

Names Angelo good to meet yah" he told her not stopping as he got some tape and started to tape the butcher knife to his pipe then once he was convinced he got all the meds they would need to bargain with any tough guys and join a group "I got all the meds, we need to find a group. You should never fight in an apacolypse alone" he told her not wanting to let her know that every game said that groups mean survival lone wolves mean death

" My name's Sinopa, Sinopa Fox. I grabbed some needles and thread from the nurses office that work for stitching up wounds. I also grabbed some of the nurse's food and stash of medicine. Seriously, that lady had some super strong painkillers in her drawer." Sinopa responded. She completely agreed with Angelo. You should never fight alone.

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Sinopa responded. She completely agreed with Angelo. You should never fight alone.

Good, now we have a bargaining chip in case someone tries to hurt us. Their has to be other students around here willing to fight, so let's focus on getting outside" Angelo told her as he waited near the door so they could run out together and get out of the school. They needed a ride and a safe place, if they were lucky they could find better weapons to but Angelo was only hoping to get out of here with her so they can find some friendly people