Nakamura's jaw dropped at the feat of strength that Yami pulled off. The stories were quite true, apparently, that this mean looking kid could suplex someone without breaking a sweat. However, what was perhaps more incredible was Yami's expression: The burly young man was grinning from ear to ear, seemingly enjoying every moment of the chaos. Nakamura couldn't help but feel frightened as Yami motioned for him to kill the zombie. The grin remained, his eyes were filled the amount of joy that a child has on Christmas morning. Nakamura, as uncomfortable as he was with killing this zombie, couldn't argue with Yami's logic. If he's going to survive, he's going to have to get used to defending himself.
"You're bonkers, friend..." Nakamura muttered as he picked up a steel folding chair that was leaning against the cobblestone wall. Nakamura grimaced at the mangled mess that was the former janitor. His spine must've been torn in two by Yami's suplex. "Sorry, Mr. Izuo," Nakamura whispered to the befallen remains of the school janitor, his voice was laden with a hint of sadness. The corpse tried everything in it's power to reach for Nakamura's leg, but his shattered spine prevented him from reaching very far. Nakamura raised the steel chair above his head, the sun light glistening off of it's surface. "It's time for you to take your seat!"
With every ounce of strength he had, Nakamura brought the chair down on Mr. Izuo's head, crushing it like a sledgehammer smashing watermelon. Groaning in disgust, Nakamura fought the urge to hurl as he kicked the bits of blood and brain off his shoes. "Don't think I have the stomach to pick up the chair," He told Yami with a shrug. "Not like he's going anywhere though...this whole day is fucked."
"You're bonkers, friend..." Nakamura muttered as he picked up a steel folding chair that was leaning against the cobblestone wall. Nakamura grimaced at the mangled mess that was the former janitor. His spine must've been torn in two by Yami's suplex. "Sorry, Mr. Izuo," Nakamura whispered to the befallen remains of the school janitor, his voice was laden with a hint of sadness. The corpse tried everything in it's power to reach for Nakamura's leg, but his shattered spine prevented him from reaching very far. Nakamura raised the steel chair above his head, the sun light glistening off of it's surface. "It's time for you to take your seat!"
With every ounce of strength he had, Nakamura brought the chair down on Mr. Izuo's head, crushing it like a sledgehammer smashing watermelon. Groaning in disgust, Nakamura fought the urge to hurl as he kicked the bits of blood and brain off his shoes. "Don't think I have the stomach to pick up the chair," He told Yami with a shrug. "Not like he's going anywhere though...this whole day is fucked."