Soul

Just a couple of ideas

Haha, yeah, I was thinking that, since my character's going to be quiet, calm, and composed...that he did something really, really stupid and embarrassing on a drunken night.

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Awesome. I don't exactly know how I'm going to do it, though. Hm...what if she stays behind and attracts the zombies' attention while we drive off?

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Definitely!

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Ah...so I take it that you're leaving? If so, then I hope you won't mind me sort of killing off your character, so that it won't freeze Mat?

Just a couple of ideas

Oh, sorry for not responding. I didn't notice it.

But yes, I'm fine with that idea.

As for the embarrassing secret...well, it seems cool. ^^ Does it have to be dark, or just embarrassing/humiliating?

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Oh...well I can't really help you with that. I'm sorry. ;(

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Yami crouched on top of the bus, his combat knife gripped tightly in his hands. Everything was happening quickly, and that's exactly how he liked it. The rope he had discovered earlier was still hanging from the top of the ceiling, trailing directly onto the bus's ceiling as each of his class mates swung down and scrambled inside of the bus. "We need to get going..." He muttered, standing up and rolling his shoulders. Zombies punched, clawed and scratched the windows and sides of the bus, quickly forcing the original golden sheen to turn a sick red.

His eyes were forced downwards as he watched a boy fight zombies from the ground, wielding some sort of makeshift spear. Yami growled, nearly making his knuckles pop out of place as his fingernails dug into the leather fabric of his MMA gloves. Why in the world was the boy fighting a god damn zombie horde, when he could simply get into the bus and be protected there? While he normally wouldn't give a shit about others, Yami felt that this was some stupid act of heroism, and so he decided to act on his gut instinct.

"Yo, idiot! Get your ass on the damn bus!" He yelled down from the bus's roof, a vein pulsing on his forehead. A zombie had managed to crawl half-way up the bus's read entrance, and Yami slid across the slick metal, his boot making firm contact against the undead's head, cracking open the skull and forcing it to make its brutal descent back onto the ground.

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Oh...well, I'm sorry D :

Once everyone gets on the bus, then the plot would stop slightly, and it'll be mostly character interaction, so you won't really miss anything pertaining to the surroundings of your character. Although I understand if you drop.

: D

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We're not leaving...yet.

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Yami narrowed his eyes, an eager, *slightly* psychotic grin stretching over his tanned features. The bus was right in his sights - a side effect of the Tunnel Vision he was experiencing in that moment. He had ran through the horde with surprising agility and care, shoving away zombie after zombie before they could latch onto his body....and so far, it was working. They had great strength - probably because they couldn't feel pain and shit, but Yami had a similar gift. He felt the pain...but he didn't really care.

A small snarl worked it's way out of his throat as Yami vaulted over a feasting zombie, his natural gag reflex pulsing slightly at the gruesome scene. However, the bus was only a few feet away, and a quick glance behind him showed that Nakamura was only a small ways behind. Great. Yami pressed on, skidding to a stop on the gravel sidewalk once he made it to the surprisingly grand yellow Charter Bus. "We've got this on check, bro." He called out to Nakamura, staring into the glass doors of the bus before bringing his feet back, and...

*CRACK*

The glass exploded into millions of tiny shards, and Yami dashed into the bus, ignoring the rips as his muscle shirt and leather jacket was ripped into shreds. His eyes glanced over the interior of the bus. Other than a zombie being strapped to the driver's seat, moaning and groaning, it was empty. Sadly. The teenager climbed the stairs, unsheathing his CQC blade and smirking at the zombie. "Deadddd." He dragged the word out, placing the blade between his knuckles and punching the hell out of the zombie's face. Two explosive jabs to the forehead quickly silenced the bleeding mess, and Yami tore off the belt buckle, tossing the zombie corpse behind him, and off of the bus.

"Let's get started..."

He crouched, quickly yanking open the console under the bus's steering wheel. A bunch of wires popped out - red, blue, green, and yellow, and past experiences guided his hands. Yami unplugged the red cord, causing a bunch of sparks to fly out from the system. Ignoring the shock, he jammed the cord into the blue wire and punched the tangled mess, causing the bus to suddenly roar as it started up.

"Come on Nakamura!" Yami yelled out the door, his attention diverting to a student who started a small car near the school's garage. What was the point of that...?