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Howlite remained silent and allowed the two of the other boys to comply with their plan, containing the urge to join them down the rope as they sprinted for the buses. Despite being a knucklehead upon his first impression, Yami was actually smart to some degree. He knew that Ren would've argued that Yami was just as suicidal as the rest of the kids who tried to escape on foot, but as he watched Yami and Nakamura reach the buses, he was confident that they would survive.
That is, until a shattering noise came from the emergency fire entrance to the roof, causing Howlite to wheel around with his blood-covered protractor still held like a brass knuckle in his right hand. He had thought that the zombies finally discovered the emergency exit, but it was only the one girl who was... revealing. He would make no further comments of the matter, his attention diverting to the now-shattered glass window of the door.
"What the hell did you just do?" Ren cringed, falling onto his backside as his hand tightened around the bleeding wound on his arm. We need to get that treated soon.
"Uh... why did you break the glass?" Howlite questioned in a suspicious manner, eyeing the girl down. "When the zombies get up here, that could've held them back for an extra second or two. Those seconds matter."
Ren sighed, mumbling under his breath. "No wonder why a lot of women are subjectively useless in zombie movies."
"When Yami and Nakamura get the bus nearby, we can use the rope to climb down to the top hatch of the bus," Howlite explained. "Then we can get out of here. Safely."
That is, until a shattering noise came from the emergency fire entrance to the roof, causing Howlite to wheel around with his blood-covered protractor still held like a brass knuckle in his right hand. He had thought that the zombies finally discovered the emergency exit, but it was only the one girl who was... revealing. He would make no further comments of the matter, his attention diverting to the now-shattered glass window of the door.
"What the hell did you just do?" Ren cringed, falling onto his backside as his hand tightened around the bleeding wound on his arm. We need to get that treated soon.
"Uh... why did you break the glass?" Howlite questioned in a suspicious manner, eyeing the girl down. "When the zombies get up here, that could've held them back for an extra second or two. Those seconds matter."
Ren sighed, mumbling under his breath. "No wonder why a lot of women are subjectively useless in zombie movies."
"When Yami and Nakamura get the bus nearby, we can use the rope to climb down to the top hatch of the bus," Howlite explained. "Then we can get out of here. Safely."
Nope
We'll skip
into the distant future
the year 2000
We'll skip
into the distant future
the year 2000
maybe that's your intention?
"Right," Howlite agreed with Nakamura, nodding. It was strange how much Ren seemed to mirror the Yami guy who kicked him in the face, while Nakamura was more or less the voice of reason among the duo, like himself in a sense. He beckoned for Ren to follow him and the group, the former seeming reluctant but otherwise left with no choice but to do so.
"Kid thinks he finally has some freedom, now that all of this started," Ren complained about Yami as the two of them climbed up the stairs of the emergency exit, still tightly gripping his bleeding arm. "Should learn how to think and use his brain more."
Howlite sighed, wondering just how all of this even started. One minute, he was relaxing underneath a tree after finishing a few laps around the track, and next, he was being chased by flesh-eating cannibals. He didn't understand how this day could've had such a transformation so quickly, and it bothered him greatly.
Though, now was not necessarily the time to really think on matters like that. Adrenaline-charged situations like this needed action before words, and granted, they couldn't just burst through the entrance of the school and charge straight through a horde of zombies expecting to live, their options were limited and the clock was ticking. It was only a matter of time before the entire school would be overrun completely, and if they just stayed on the rooftop for the entire time, they were all dead.
When the group reached their destination, they spotted two other students. Howlite recognized one of them; Jake Sterling, one of the foreign senior honors students that he always saw lurking around in the library. Because Howlite had been a scholar of academic finesse, he had been granted the leeway to enroll in two less classes than normal students did, which allowed him to spend a good portion of his time in the library. He never really talked to the upperclassman much, given that Howlite's English needed improvement.
Upon mention of the buses, Howlite looked up. "I can drive, but..." he paused momentarily before resuming. "I don't think any of us has ever driven a bus, myself included."
"Kid thinks he finally has some freedom, now that all of this started," Ren complained about Yami as the two of them climbed up the stairs of the emergency exit, still tightly gripping his bleeding arm. "Should learn how to think and use his brain more."
Howlite sighed, wondering just how all of this even started. One minute, he was relaxing underneath a tree after finishing a few laps around the track, and next, he was being chased by flesh-eating cannibals. He didn't understand how this day could've had such a transformation so quickly, and it bothered him greatly.
Though, now was not necessarily the time to really think on matters like that. Adrenaline-charged situations like this needed action before words, and granted, they couldn't just burst through the entrance of the school and charge straight through a horde of zombies expecting to live, their options were limited and the clock was ticking. It was only a matter of time before the entire school would be overrun completely, and if they just stayed on the rooftop for the entire time, they were all dead.
When the group reached their destination, they spotted two other students. Howlite recognized one of them; Jake Sterling, one of the foreign senior honors students that he always saw lurking around in the library. Because Howlite had been a scholar of academic finesse, he had been granted the leeway to enroll in two less classes than normal students did, which allowed him to spend a good portion of his time in the library. He never really talked to the upperclassman much, given that Howlite's English needed improvement.
Upon mention of the buses, Howlite looked up. "I can drive, but..." he paused momentarily before resuming. "I don't think any of us has ever driven a bus, myself included."
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Yo what the fuck
"Yeah, we were out on the track and a large-"
That was not expected.
Howlite watched as one of the two boys pulled off some martial arts move and landed a solid kick directly into Ren's face. Of course, his friend feigned endurance towards the surprisingly well-placed kick and showed no signs of pain despite having done the opposite for when the zombie dug its nail into his arm. His thoughts began to circulate all across his mind as all of the possibilities laid out before him; would Ren turn into one of them? Was a scratch all it took for the infection to begin, or was a bite necessary?
At any rate, reality came back to him, and the situation that was about to unfold before Howlite was imminent. "What the fuck is your problem, you retard?" he heard Ren bark from the wall and quickly walk over to the asshole, nearly butting heads with him before Howlite intervened and held him back from hurting him. "There's zombies out there and you're gonna go around kicking people who are actually alive? Are you fucking nuts?"
Howlite shoved Ren back, though he did agree with his friend. "Calm down, this isn't the time right now." he reasoned to the two of them, hearing a series of undead paws slamming against the door. "Anyway, we have a solid group right here. We need to figure out how we're going to get out of here, preferably alive."
That was not expected.
Howlite watched as one of the two boys pulled off some martial arts move and landed a solid kick directly into Ren's face. Of course, his friend feigned endurance towards the surprisingly well-placed kick and showed no signs of pain despite having done the opposite for when the zombie dug its nail into his arm. His thoughts began to circulate all across his mind as all of the possibilities laid out before him; would Ren turn into one of them? Was a scratch all it took for the infection to begin, or was a bite necessary?
At any rate, reality came back to him, and the situation that was about to unfold before Howlite was imminent. "What the fuck is your problem, you retard?" he heard Ren bark from the wall and quickly walk over to the asshole, nearly butting heads with him before Howlite intervened and held him back from hurting him. "There's zombies out there and you're gonna go around kicking people who are actually alive? Are you fucking nuts?"
Howlite shoved Ren back, though he did agree with his friend. "Calm down, this isn't the time right now." he reasoned to the two of them, hearing a series of undead paws slamming against the door. "Anyway, we have a solid group right here. We need to figure out how we're going to get out of here, preferably alive."
Hi
BOOK WARNING
Howlite's eyelids burst open as he caught himself dozing off, seeing that it had been only for a few minutes. A few students, four or so students, had finally finished their laps around the track, while a majority of them were either still jogging or walking patiently. Mister Saito was one of those gym teachers that held the entire class outside until every single student finished their laps, and sometimes, it was a bother, especially when the kids who did nothing but walk and chatter with their friends, not even putting in the slightest amount of effort, kept everyone outside when they could've moved on to the actual activities.
"Finished early again, Maeda?" the voice of a boy belonging to a shadow looming above him sounded.
Howlite looked up, seeing that it was a friend of his; Rentaro Ashikage, a fellow third-year student. "Hey, Ren."
Offering a hand, Howlite was lifted from the ground and onto his feet, standing a few inches shorter than his friend. "You should really consider joining the track team this year," Ren said as another student joined their group. "I mean, unless basketball is enough for you."
"I'm fine," Howlite politely declined, smiling as he saw a figure of a man emerge from the foliage and jump out onto the far opposite side of the track across from them.
"What the hell is dude doing?" one of the students who had finished pointed, looking between the man and Mister Saito.
Though Howlite was unable to clearly make out the features of the man, he watched as the mass of students erupted into a collective of horrified screams as the man dashed towards them and seized one of them by the wrist, sinking his teeth into the boy's arm. "What-"
Then, at that moment, another man slumped through the foliage and chased after the fleeing students. And another. And another. "What's going on?!" Rentaro shouted as the individual appearances quickly shifted into a whole horde of people, both men and women, that began to split in all directions as they approached the school, and specifically, towards them. The ones who managed to catch a student did the same as the first one had done; sink their teeth into the person's flesh. [i[Cannibals?[/i]
"Get in the school!" Mister Saito ordered as the psychos set their eyes on them, leading them back to the educational structure.
Howlite could not believe what he was seeing; is this some sort of nightmare? They couldn't have possibly been what he imagined them to be, but if this was reality... he had seen enough horror movies and video games involving zombies. Only these things were fast. Much faster. "Quick, Ashikage, Maeda! Run to Principal Genesis' office and tell them about the situation!"
"Got it!" Ren replied, patting Howlite on the shoulder to get his attention as the two of them broke into a sprint out of the gymnasium and out into the hallways. As they traversed from corridor to corridor throughout the grand infrastructure, the same scenarios began to repeat itself; crazed maniacs, no, zombies, were attacking the students, some of them were even wearing the school uniform. Some zombified faces, he could even recognize and name. "Don't stop running!" Ren yelled as the two shoved their way past a seemingly endless wave of zombies.
When they made it to the hall where the principal's office was, it was strangely quieter than the rest of the wings, save for the three zombies patrolling. "It doesn't look like they're gonna move soon, Howlite," Ren stated, looking around the mess of a hallway littered with abandoned supplies and selecting a binder as his choice of weaponry.
"I don't think that's very convenient in killing zombies, Ren..."
His friend snorted. "No shit. We need to get past them, and inside the office. Maybe there'll be something in there like a fire extinguisher or something. For now, pick something up so we can push them back."
Howlite nodded, digging through the supplies on the ground and unable to find anything effective. "Any day now," his friend complained as one of the zombies let out a distinctive cry. From the corner of Howlite's eye, he could see one begin to approach them in a slow manner, as if to investigate.
Finally, Howlite settled on a protractor, curling his fingers around the straight edge with the curved, sharper side near his knuckles as if they were brass knuckles. It'll have to do, he thought.
"You ready?" Ren questioned, with Howlite nodding in reply. The two prepared their "weapons" and charged towards the zombies, hoping to take advantage of the preemptive strike. As the two got closer to the group of three, the one eying them down cried out and opened its mouth wide to reveal its yellow teeth. Howlite arced his arm backwards and, as soon as he was in range, his protractor-knuckle crashed against the zombie's cheek as it was sent back by the punch.
Howlite saw that Ren had also been able to successfully send it forward in a similar fashion with the binder, though not so much for the third zombie. "Ren!" Howlite shouted as he saw his friend struggle with the zombie, hearing a pained cry as the zombie's sharp nail dug into Ren's wrist and caused him to stagger backwards. Howlite ran up to the zombie and pulled it off of his friend, backhanding it once and not bothering to see if it had been knocked over.
Howlite burst through the door to the principal's office with Ren in tow, slamming the door shut behind him. "Principal Genesis!" Ren called out as he winced in pain from his cut, covering it with his other hand as the two walked around for a bit, stopping when they saw two other boys with blood on their school uniforms. Other students. "Hey," Howlite said. "Where's the principal?"
Howlite's eyelids burst open as he caught himself dozing off, seeing that it had been only for a few minutes. A few students, four or so students, had finally finished their laps around the track, while a majority of them were either still jogging or walking patiently. Mister Saito was one of those gym teachers that held the entire class outside until every single student finished their laps, and sometimes, it was a bother, especially when the kids who did nothing but walk and chatter with their friends, not even putting in the slightest amount of effort, kept everyone outside when they could've moved on to the actual activities.
"Finished early again, Maeda?" the voice of a boy belonging to a shadow looming above him sounded.
Howlite looked up, seeing that it was a friend of his; Rentaro Ashikage, a fellow third-year student. "Hey, Ren."
Offering a hand, Howlite was lifted from the ground and onto his feet, standing a few inches shorter than his friend. "You should really consider joining the track team this year," Ren said as another student joined their group. "I mean, unless basketball is enough for you."
"I'm fine," Howlite politely declined, smiling as he saw a figure of a man emerge from the foliage and jump out onto the far opposite side of the track across from them.
"What the hell is dude doing?" one of the students who had finished pointed, looking between the man and Mister Saito.
Though Howlite was unable to clearly make out the features of the man, he watched as the mass of students erupted into a collective of horrified screams as the man dashed towards them and seized one of them by the wrist, sinking his teeth into the boy's arm. "What-"
Then, at that moment, another man slumped through the foliage and chased after the fleeing students. And another. And another. "What's going on?!" Rentaro shouted as the individual appearances quickly shifted into a whole horde of people, both men and women, that began to split in all directions as they approached the school, and specifically, towards them. The ones who managed to catch a student did the same as the first one had done; sink their teeth into the person's flesh. [i[Cannibals?[/i]
"Get in the school!" Mister Saito ordered as the psychos set their eyes on them, leading them back to the educational structure.
Howlite could not believe what he was seeing; is this some sort of nightmare? They couldn't have possibly been what he imagined them to be, but if this was reality... he had seen enough horror movies and video games involving zombies. Only these things were fast. Much faster. "Quick, Ashikage, Maeda! Run to Principal Genesis' office and tell them about the situation!"
"Got it!" Ren replied, patting Howlite on the shoulder to get his attention as the two of them broke into a sprint out of the gymnasium and out into the hallways. As they traversed from corridor to corridor throughout the grand infrastructure, the same scenarios began to repeat itself; crazed maniacs, no, zombies, were attacking the students, some of them were even wearing the school uniform. Some zombified faces, he could even recognize and name. "Don't stop running!" Ren yelled as the two shoved their way past a seemingly endless wave of zombies.
When they made it to the hall where the principal's office was, it was strangely quieter than the rest of the wings, save for the three zombies patrolling. "It doesn't look like they're gonna move soon, Howlite," Ren stated, looking around the mess of a hallway littered with abandoned supplies and selecting a binder as his choice of weaponry.
"I don't think that's very convenient in killing zombies, Ren..."
His friend snorted. "No shit. We need to get past them, and inside the office. Maybe there'll be something in there like a fire extinguisher or something. For now, pick something up so we can push them back."
Howlite nodded, digging through the supplies on the ground and unable to find anything effective. "Any day now," his friend complained as one of the zombies let out a distinctive cry. From the corner of Howlite's eye, he could see one begin to approach them in a slow manner, as if to investigate.
Finally, Howlite settled on a protractor, curling his fingers around the straight edge with the curved, sharper side near his knuckles as if they were brass knuckles. It'll have to do, he thought.
"You ready?" Ren questioned, with Howlite nodding in reply. The two prepared their "weapons" and charged towards the zombies, hoping to take advantage of the preemptive strike. As the two got closer to the group of three, the one eying them down cried out and opened its mouth wide to reveal its yellow teeth. Howlite arced his arm backwards and, as soon as he was in range, his protractor-knuckle crashed against the zombie's cheek as it was sent back by the punch.
Howlite saw that Ren had also been able to successfully send it forward in a similar fashion with the binder, though not so much for the third zombie. "Ren!" Howlite shouted as he saw his friend struggle with the zombie, hearing a pained cry as the zombie's sharp nail dug into Ren's wrist and caused him to stagger backwards. Howlite ran up to the zombie and pulled it off of his friend, backhanding it once and not bothering to see if it had been knocked over.
Howlite burst through the door to the principal's office with Ren in tow, slamming the door shut behind him. "Principal Genesis!" Ren called out as he winced in pain from his cut, covering it with his other hand as the two walked around for a bit, stopping when they saw two other boys with blood on their school uniforms. Other students. "Hey," Howlite said. "Where's the principal?"
"Ah," the boy said as the girl gave him the information that he needed, standing upright and digging into his pocket for a cigarette. "You know, you should consider a different choice of occupation. It's not difficult for the world's strongest hitman to track a script kiddie."
Full of himself, the boy laughed as he fit the cigarette between his lips and flicked his fingers, instantly lighting the cigarette with a small crimson flame as red as his irises. He took a quick puff before exhaling deeply, encasing the entire hotel room and the girl with an abnormally different scent than the average cigarette smoke. "I've never been one to actually smoke, 'cause underage and all," he spoke in a nonchalant, sarcastic tone, leaning over the shoulder of the girl once more. "Nobody and nothing else can kill me, but you gotta go somehow. Life's a bitch and then you die, right?"
After only inhaling and expelling the fumes of the cigarette once, the boy allowed it to fall to the computer table, gently landing as the flame disintegrated. "Though, before I call it quits and make my merry way outta this joint," the boy's smile widened as his revolver clicked and the cylinder rolled out of the gun's structure, revealing that it had been unloaded the entire time. "You've been very good, sugar pumpkins. I'll call ya sometime for dinner."
The boy planted a quick kiss to the side of the girl's forehead, laughing as he pushed the cylinder back into place and holstered the revolver. He trotted on over to the closed curtain and set it aside, looking out to the balcony. Before he made his exit, the boy looked past his shoulder and back at the girl. "Also, if you plan on trying to trace my cigarette's origins, you'll find yourself sorely disappointed. These are mine."
And with that, the boy walked out to the balcony, and disappeared off of the edge.
Full of himself, the boy laughed as he fit the cigarette between his lips and flicked his fingers, instantly lighting the cigarette with a small crimson flame as red as his irises. He took a quick puff before exhaling deeply, encasing the entire hotel room and the girl with an abnormally different scent than the average cigarette smoke. "I've never been one to actually smoke, 'cause underage and all," he spoke in a nonchalant, sarcastic tone, leaning over the shoulder of the girl once more. "Nobody and nothing else can kill me, but you gotta go somehow. Life's a bitch and then you die, right?"
After only inhaling and expelling the fumes of the cigarette once, the boy allowed it to fall to the computer table, gently landing as the flame disintegrated. "Though, before I call it quits and make my merry way outta this joint," the boy's smile widened as his revolver clicked and the cylinder rolled out of the gun's structure, revealing that it had been unloaded the entire time. "You've been very good, sugar pumpkins. I'll call ya sometime for dinner."
The boy planted a quick kiss to the side of the girl's forehead, laughing as he pushed the cylinder back into place and holstered the revolver. He trotted on over to the closed curtain and set it aside, looking out to the balcony. Before he made his exit, the boy looked past his shoulder and back at the girl. "Also, if you plan on trying to trace my cigarette's origins, you'll find yourself sorely disappointed. These are mine."
And with that, the boy walked out to the balcony, and disappeared off of the edge.
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