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Hey guys author here, I changed my way of writing, trying it, if it goes well, I will change to this, if the feedback is negative, I will continue the way before this try. Thanks, and gimme powah stones.
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It started with one man.
One infected bastard that stumbled into the school gates.
No one knew where he came from. Maybe the city. Maybe the airport. Maybe he was just another lost soul—until his soul wasn't there anymore.
But when he sank his teeth into that poor teacher's neck…
Everything went to hell.
Screams echoed through the air like a wave of death.
Students scattered across the courtyard. Teachers shouted, panicked. Some ran. Others tried to stop the bleeding. That was their first mistake.
Within minutes, the bitten teacher twitched, convulsed… and rose again.
Chaos.
Absolute fucking chaos.
Blood sprayed the walls.
Bones cracked under desperate fists and claws.
It was the beginning of the end of the world—and I had seen it coming.
While everyone else descended into panic and confusion, my team was exactly where I told them to be.
Rei, Takashi, Saeko, Kohta, Ayumu, Hiroki—they weren't confused. They weren't running.
They were waiting.
In the eastern hallway, one floor above the front gate, they stood quietly behind locked doors, watching everything unfold below.
"Shit," Takashi muttered, peeking through the window. "It's really happening…"
Saeko drew her wooden practice blade, calm as always. "Just like Marco-kun said."
Rei clenched her fists. "I can't believe it. How the hell did he know?"
Kohta laughed nervously. "Do you really care how he knew? He saved our asses."
Ayumu was holding onto Hiroki's arm, trembling but focused.
Hiroki took a deep breath. "We wait for the signal. Stick to the plan."
And from their positions across the building, Saya and Kanako were already moving into position, just like we rehearsed.
As for me?
I could be seen sprinting down the hallways of a school, desperately evading the undead creatures that pursued me. By my side, a Kyoko clung to my arm, her voluptuous figure accentuated by the disheveled state of her torn clothes. Her elegant red hair cascaded wildly over her shoulders, and her glasses sat slightly askew on her face, fogged up from the heat of her breath. Her makeup was smeared from the tears she had shed upon witnessing her colleagues being devoured and transformed into the very monsters that now surrounded them.
I suddenly halted, placing a firm hand in front of her in a silent gesture to keep quiet. I carefully peeked around the corner. The corridors were swarming with zombies, yet they stood aimlessly, not attacking—just as I had suspected. They were blind. They only responded to sound.
A smirk played on my lips as I bent down and picked up an abandoned shoe from the floor. It wasn't like its owner would need it anymore.
With a calculated toss, I sent the shoe flying through a closed window. The glass shattered upon impact, producing a loud, echoing crash. Instantly, the zombies turned in unison, their primal instincts driving them toward the noise. Without hesitation, they stumbled forward, some even falling from the upper floors in a mindless attempt to reach the sound's source.
The path was clear.
"Move," I whispered, grabbing Kyoko's hand. We sprinted down the hallway, dodging lifeless bodies and overturned furniture as we made our way toward our destination—the school's parking lot.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of weaving through corridors and evading death, we arrived. My car stood there, a beacon of salvation amidst the chaos. A black Chevy Suburban—armored, turbocharged, and modified for max efficiency and speed. A beast of a vehicle, built for survival.
Without wasting another second, we jumped in. The doors slammed shut, and the engine roared to life as I ignited the engine.
The woman exhaled sharply, sinking into the seat as the tension slowly drained from her body. Relief washed over her face.
In another place…
The school was unraveling, every hallway turning into a battlefield.
The infected were spreading like a virus through the arteries of the school. Screams echoed from every stairwell. Desks crashed. Glass shattered.
But two girls moved with purpose.
Saya Takagi, furious and elegant in her irritation, marched through the back corridors with her bag tight against her back.
"Fucking idiots," she hissed, kicking a fallen chair out of her path. "They deserve to die, running around like that."
Kanako Mori followed silently, her pace fast, body low, her eyes scanning for danger.
"Takagi-san," she whispered. "Stairwell's clear. Let's go."
They broke into a run.
Then I heard it—footsteps.
Two shadows sprinted around the corner.
"You're late," I said casually.
Saya rolled her eyes. "Eat shit, Di Balla-san."
Kanako grinned. "Marco-kun, everything's in motion. Shizuka-sensei's starting the extraction."
They climbed into the Suburban.
"Let's get this show started." I said.
I hit the gas.
The rumble of power beneath the reinforced hood was music. But I would need to make it more stealth for now. I activated the diffuser.
Everything went gray.
Everything except me.
I looked toward the imaginary camera, as if staring straight at the reader.
"Well… you're probably wondering how the fuck we ended up in this pile of shit, huh?"
I smirked.
"Let's rewind this bitch six months, shall we?"
Returning to the Present…
The Suburban roared forward, tires squealing as I pulled us around toward the southern gate.
"Marco-kun," Kanako said, holding onto the seat. "Shizuka-sensei just pulled out."
I checked the rearview mirror—and sure enough, the massive Hammer armored transport rumbled around the gym building, Shizuka behind the wheel, her mouth hanging open in awe.
"Wooooooow~ This thing is huuuge!" she shouted through the open radio channel.
I chuckled. "Focus on driving, Sensei. We're not out yet."
Behind her, inside the Hammer, the rest of the crew was holding steady.
Rei had her carbon-fiber staff.
Takashi had a spiked-club.
Kohta had his custom Nambu M60.
Hiroki sat in the corner, double-checking the emergency sat-radio.
Ayumu was tending to a practice-staff Kohta had gotten during their run.
They were all ready.
We had prepared for this exact moment.
I punched the gas, the Suburban surging forward.
And from behind, the Hammer followed.
The escape had begun.
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The wheels screeched against the reinforced concrete as I pulled the Suburban into the garage bay of the fortress.
The Hammer rolled in behind us, rumbling like a beast as it came to a halt.
We made it.
Step one: Get the hell out of school—done.
Now we had to secure our new home base.
The garage was massive—five vehicle bays, sealed tight with hydraulic blast doors, and equipped with UV decontamination lamps, a dedicated pressurized rinse system, and a side unit I had retrofitted into a sanitizing shower chamber.
Nobody brought the apocalypse into my house.
"Alright," I said, stepping out of the Suburban and pulling the garage control panel down. "Everyone out. Strip down and go through the shower one at a time. No exceptions."
Saya scowled. "You're really making us do this?"
I looked at her flatly. "You wanna be patient zero for a zombie outbreak in our fucking living room?"
"…Fair."
One by one, the team moved through the disinfection process.
A warm chemical mist, UV sterilization, a full-body rinse.
By the time they were done, everyone was clean, dressed down to basics, and had their gear loaded into the equipment lockers nearby.
It wasn't glamorous, but it was safe.
With the group freshly cleaned, I directed them to the armory and supply prep rooms adjacent to the garage.
Time to gear up.
I had already prepared individual outfits and weapon loadouts, based on each member's skill set and personality.
Rei MiyamotoTight tactical biker jacket, elbow pads, black tactical pants.Weapon: Lightweight aluminum bat with retractable spike head, sidearm Glock 19.Saeko BusujimaModified kendo gi reinforced with Kevlar weave, black arm guards.Weapon: Custom-made carbon-steel katana, secondary wakizashi.Takashi KomuroMilitary fatigue shirt with body armor vest, fingerless gloves.Weapon: Crowbar reinforced with steel core, .45 Taurus sidearm.Kohta HiranoUrban combat vest loaded with mags, headset and goggles.Weapon: Suppressed AR-15, custom scope; backup revolver.Hiroki MoriLight bulletproof jacket, reinforced combat boots.Weapon: .45 Vector, Dual Kukri knives, silenced 9mm Beretta.Ayumu YameMedical bag vest, arm-protective sleeves.Weapon: Taser baton; carries emergency trauma kit.Kanako MoriLong-sleeved zip-up vest, flexible combat pants.Weapon: Telescopic baton, knife concealed in boot.Kyoko HayashiHigh-collar tactical longcoat, radio headset.Weapon: Modified telescopic baton; carries base management tablet.Shizuka MarikawaLab coat over fitted kevlar medical vest (I insisted), thigh pouch for meds.Weapon: Telescopic taser baton, emergency driving gloves.Kaede MoriApron-style utility uniform over flexible pants.Weapon: Kitchen knife, emergency mettalic-spiked hammer, long-distance radio.
She wouldn't be on the front line—but she was essential to keeping us fed and sane.
I gave Kaede a gentle nod. "You'll handle the kitchen and basic logistics. Inventory, meals, cleaning rotations. You're basically our domestic commander."
Kaede smiled warmly. "That's fine. If I can help keep my children and all of you going, then I'll do it proudly."
Saeko stepped forward. "I'll help her. I know how to cook and clean properly."
Kaede chuckled. "Good. I'll teach you how to ration properly. We'll make do with what we have."
After we geared up, I brought everyone into the war room—a converted media center with tactical displays, maps, and comm links.
We gathered around the main table.
I pressed a button, and a 3D map of the city lit up in the screen.
"This is where we are. This is our zone of control. Our goal is to expand it outward, sweep neighborhoods, and locate any survivors—particularly family members."
Takashi stepped forward. "What about mine and Rei's parents?"
I nodded. "You'll be part of recon team Alpha. We'll hit known locations, prioritize essential survivors."
Kohta raised his hand. "And supplies?"
"You and Hiroki will scout known supply warehouses, gun shops, and pharmacies. That's recon team Bravo."
Shizuka, chewing on a pen absentmindedly, suddenly perked up. "Ummm… I should probably stay here, right? Or be driving again~?"
I pointed at her. "You're on evac duty. If a team gets cornered, you're our extraction."
"Yay~!" she clapped. "I get to drive the Hammer again!"
Saya finally stepped forward, eyes sharp behind her glasses.
"I have a suggestion," she said.
I raised an eyebrow. "Go on."
"We need to contact my parents."
The room went silent.
"Your parents?" Rei asked. "Why?"
Saya adjusted her glasses.
"My father's not just anyone. He's part of the government's inner circle. If anyone else in this region is alive, it'll be him—and he might have resources that we don't."
I rubbed my chin. "Military-grade support. Supply caches. Evac options…"
She nodded. "Exactly. And he owes me. Big time."
I smirked.
"Well, shit. Guess we're making a call."
Everyone leaned in.
The map zoomed out, pinpointing Takagi Estate.
The next step was about to begin.
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