Highschool of the DEAD.

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Start.

Mashiro heads to school from his house, shaking off his usual early morning drowsiness.

"Ugh... I stayed too late talking to friends again last night..."

His head pounding with pain, he begins his trek to school through his quiant Tokyo suburbia.

Sai was walking to school when he suddenly saw Mashiro.

''Mashiro's is late too....'' ''Hey Mashiro he would have yelled.''
'' Wait for me! I am coming with you!''

"That voice... Sai, huh?"

Mashiro turns around to face his only lifelong friend. In fact, Sai was Mashiro's only real-life friend aka not somebody he met in a chatroom. He greets him with a gentle, warm smile then a soft laugh.

"Looks like we both had late nights. What kept you up?"

'' Sai would look at Mashiro with a smile.''

Well....I had to study you know.

...Ha..Me study...You won't belive that one....

Well i was playing video games.

"Oh yeah, that's right! Didn't Marvel vs. Capcom 3 come out last week? I really want to get it, but my rent is a bitch..."

They are within a few blocks of the Academy.

'' It sure did, i could alway burn it for you''
''Sai would look at the school.''

Ah damn...I hate school. Our teachers are like Zombies.

They approach the front gates.

"Yeah seriously..."

On any normal day, the usual sounds of students rushing out of class on break would be heard at least by the front gate. But to Mashiro's dismay, he hears nothing; Just cold, dead silence. He looks at Sai suspiciously.

"Wow, its pretty quiet today..."

''Sai would look back at Mashiro.''

''Maybe they all turned in to Zombies..Hahahaha.

Mashiro laughs uneasily.

"Yeah, that would be ...something..."

He pushed open the gate slowly and enters the main courtyard.

"Come on, let's go."

Mashiro treads through the courtyard to the biggest building.

''Sai would now be following Mashiro.''

Uhm..It is really silent you know......

"Yeah what's up with..."

Suddenly, a clanking sound followed by footsteps brakes the silence. It is coming from the direction of the cafeteria. Mashiro looks up at the main school building right before him. He then turns to Sai.

"What should we do? I mean, we're already late for class..."

''Uhm...''

Sai looked around trying to find something intresting to do.'

''Well, we could alw-''

Suddenly you see something walking slowly at your direction.

''The hell? What is that guy doing?

The man looks like a teacher, but looks very sick.

"He looks ...hurt, maybe? Should we go help him?"

''Yeah he does...''

They both walked closer to him...One thing they should never had done.

The man's head is hung low, so you cannot see his face clearly. Mashiro approaches him cautiously.

"Um, excuse me...sir? Are you alright?"

:The man has red eyes and his whole body is taken apart, he growls and looks at them:

Mashiro eyes widen at the horrible sight.

"Oh my god...He's hurt...Like really bad..."

The seeping ooze from the wound was enough to make Mashiro want to puke. He steps back nervously and carefully.

"Maybe we should go get the nurse..."

"I couldn't get closer to it, If I were that is"
A voice heard within the distence, unfamilier voice that wouldn't be reconnizable to either of them.

Sitting down on the stair-cases, watching from his view with the evil smile on his face. Beside him a Katana rest inside its seya, leaning against him.

Mashiro quickly turns around and spots the suspicious stranger.

"A-and just who the hell are you!?"

(Sorry, typo there. That "couldn't" was ment to be a "wouldn't")

The male just smiles evily at them, not saying anything back, the only thing was. He would only watch them; to see what there next move would be on the man witch was infected.

The disgruntled teacher finally makes a lunging attack with his mouth agape straight for Mashiro's neck. He is totally unsuspecting of it since he is staring down the new stranger.

Sai would not get anything.... Not that clever.... He would soon be sleeping on the floor. This boy sleeps everywhere!

The infected man would have been shot three times, once in the head and twice in the body. "You boys should be more carefull." A teacher wearing a black suit with a black tai, holding a Eagle .50 (pistol) in his right hand.

"Ow, Mr. Ryoutou-sempai was there a need to save such poor things?" The white haired male smiled evily, lightly laughing.