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My name is Matthew, and I am an alcoholic. I also like music and play in a crappy band.
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Nakamura followed Yami's lead up the emergency exit. "Gotta say man, your enthusiasm despite the circumstances in quite incredible," he said as the brute sent another zombie spiraling to street to his impending demise. The concrete stairs were covered in blood, and Nakamura wondered how things could've gotten so messy so quickly. Shit, it's crazy that barely even an hour ago I was sitting in math waiting for this day to be over, and now I'm here with arguably the most dangerous kid in the school trying to fight for my life. Never a dull moment...
The doors to the roof flung open, and Nakamura was met with a cool autumn breeze. Shame, it was such a nice day, too. Nakamura surveyed his surroundings, and was surprised to see several figures on the other corner of the roof. One was a nervous looking young man, hastily penciling something in his notebook. The other was...
Itoe, the Ice Queen... Nakamura's expression changed to a scowl as he approached the two figures. Just his luck, perhaps the one student who he could stand the least in this whole school was who he had to bump into during a zombie invasion. Keeping his cool, Nakamura straightened his pose and took a deep breath.
"Hello, Itoe, or should I say, the 'Ice Queen,'" Nakamura peevishly said with a mocking bow. Despite his resentments towards Itoe, Nakamura couldn't but feel relieved that other students had made it out alive. "It's an honor as always. Glad to see that you guys have pulled through. I guess it wouldn't make any difference to ask what the hell is going on, so I'll just be the first one to point out that shit has went down, and we need a plan to get out of Fujimi and fast."
The doors to the roof flung open, and Nakamura was met with a cool autumn breeze. Shame, it was such a nice day, too. Nakamura surveyed his surroundings, and was surprised to see several figures on the other corner of the roof. One was a nervous looking young man, hastily penciling something in his notebook. The other was...
Itoe, the Ice Queen... Nakamura's expression changed to a scowl as he approached the two figures. Just his luck, perhaps the one student who he could stand the least in this whole school was who he had to bump into during a zombie invasion. Keeping his cool, Nakamura straightened his pose and took a deep breath.
"Hello, Itoe, or should I say, the 'Ice Queen,'" Nakamura peevishly said with a mocking bow. Despite his resentments towards Itoe, Nakamura couldn't but feel relieved that other students had made it out alive. "It's an honor as always. Glad to see that you guys have pulled through. I guess it wouldn't make any difference to ask what the hell is going on, so I'll just be the first one to point out that shit has went down, and we need a plan to get out of Fujimi and fast."
Nakamura slammed his face into the palm of his hand as Yami sent Ren flying. He couldn't help but think that it was a very impressive feat none the less. It appeared that Nakamura was in good company for a zombie invasion, if only his new friend can work on kicking more zombies and less people...
"Relax, Yami! They're alive!
Nakamura gripped Yami's shoulder to stop him from butting heads with Ren, unsurprised that this was Yami's first instinct towards a commotion. Don't mind Yami, that's just his way of saying 'hello," Nakumara began. It was refreshing to see that there was someone else who was at least somewhat level headed despite what was going on, and Nakamura was more than happy to conduct any sort of plan with his new found friend.
" I agree wholeheartedly. We've certainly got some brawn on our side, it's just a matter of us trying to get the hell out of this mess. I say we make a break for the roof, an emergency stairway's right around the corner. That way, we can survey the parking lot and see if there's a clear path for us to make our break."
"Relax, Yami! They're alive!
Nakamura gripped Yami's shoulder to stop him from butting heads with Ren, unsurprised that this was Yami's first instinct towards a commotion. Don't mind Yami, that's just his way of saying 'hello," Nakumara began. It was refreshing to see that there was someone else who was at least somewhat level headed despite what was going on, and Nakamura was more than happy to conduct any sort of plan with his new found friend.
" I agree wholeheartedly. We've certainly got some brawn on our side, it's just a matter of us trying to get the hell out of this mess. I say we make a break for the roof, an emergency stairway's right around the corner. That way, we can survey the parking lot and see if there's a clear path for us to make our break."
Nakamura knelt down and picked up the object thrown to him by the hustling Yami. Upon further examination, it appeared to be a pocket knife of sorts. Maybe not the best choice of weapon in a zombie apocalypse, but beggars can't be choosers, Nakamura supposed. Flipping the blade open, Nakamura stabbed the air several times and tried to find the best angle that his hand could maneuver through the air to reach someone's neck. Thank god Yami's too busy gathering junk food, I probably look ridiculous right now...
Just then, the principle's office doors flung wide open. Nakamura couldn't hold back his scream as he quickly readied himself against the two figures who made their entrance, the pocket knife nearly slipping out of his trembling hands. Fortunately, the two new faces appeared to be alive and well...or as well as you could be during the apocalypse. Taking an alleviated breath, Nakamura lowered the pocketknife and assumed a calm pose. Nakamura couldn't help but notice the blood dripping down one of the student's hands, a student he had met before...Ren, was that his name?
"That pile of sushi over there is what happened to Principle Genesis, courtesy of my friend Yami, Nakamura answered the unharmed student while motioning towards Genesis' corpse. " My name's Nakamura, and that over there is Yami. Good to see we aren't the only ones that made it out alive."
Just then, the principle's office doors flung wide open. Nakamura couldn't hold back his scream as he quickly readied himself against the two figures who made their entrance, the pocket knife nearly slipping out of his trembling hands. Fortunately, the two new faces appeared to be alive and well...or as well as you could be during the apocalypse. Taking an alleviated breath, Nakamura lowered the pocketknife and assumed a calm pose. Nakamura couldn't help but notice the blood dripping down one of the student's hands, a student he had met before...Ren, was that his name?
"That pile of sushi over there is what happened to Principle Genesis, courtesy of my friend Yami, Nakamura answered the unharmed student while motioning towards Genesis' corpse. " My name's Nakamura, and that over there is Yami. Good to see we aren't the only ones that made it out alive."
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."
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."
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."
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.
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.
Thundercat said
Hi guys. Can I reserve a spot? I'll make a cs asap.no but as soon as i finish my homework i'll make a cs
Sure, go right ahead. You're probably going to be one of the last people accepted.
Feel very special.
Soul said
Thank you! Someone gets it!epiphanylitepowskrubsAnyways, for anyone wondering, I'm going to start de ded actun when my character gets to the principal's office and junk, so be patient~!
I'm not a skrub you cur. Have at you!
"Seems like the usual Fujimi treatment," Nakamura said with a smirk. Yami was just as intimidating as the lunchroom chatter suggested: He was burly, mean looking, and even in his moments of what seem to be peace, he looked to be on edge and ready for a fight. He was the embodiment of what a higher education is afraid to produce, a true brute. Despite this, Nakamura tried to straighten himself out and put on a casual mask.
But I'm sure you're used to it by now. If I could hazard to guess, you're Yami Kitsugaia. If that's the case, you've pretty much become somewhat of a legend around here. Name's Nakamura Takei." Nakamura couldn't help but feel just the teensiest bit afraid of Yami. After all, there was only about a 4 inch height difference and Nakamura was obviously not strong based on an eye test alone.
Please don't kill me, sir...
But I'm sure you're used to it by now. If I could hazard to guess, you're Yami Kitsugaia. If that's the case, you've pretty much become somewhat of a legend around here. Name's Nakamura Takei." Nakamura couldn't help but feel just the teensiest bit afraid of Yami. After all, there was only about a 4 inch height difference and Nakamura was obviously not strong based on an eye test alone.
Please don't kill me, sir...
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