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.

[b]*CRACK*[/b]

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."