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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.

[b]"Oh Christ!"[/b] 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]'I must look like shit,'[/I] 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.