A boy looked out at the horizon. He was average height with brown eyes, spiky black hair and had a slender body. He wore a black school uniform with a red t-shirt underneath. He looked at the sun. He was daydreaming about his childhood crush. They promised to marry each other. They made a pinky promise. He was saddened to see her with soone else.
“Cross your heart and hope to die,” he muttered to himself. He looked down.
“Are you stupid Takashi?” Takashi heard. He looked to see an average height girl with long pink hair which she mostly kept in two pony tails on either side of her head. Her hair also has two thin, long bangs at the sides, She had fierce orange eyes and furrowed eyebrows. Her body was slender and she had F cups on her chest. She wore her school uniform.
“Give him a break Saya,” another boy said. He was standing next to Saya. The boy had blond hair that was spiked in the middle. He had light-green eyes and had a round face. He had a smile on his face. He wore his open jacket, which exposed a green-checkered sweatshirt with the collar bent downwards. He had black pants.
“He always runs to the sa spot when he has a problem, Mortia,” Saya replied.
“He is having a tough ti,” Mortia remarked.
Saya sighed, frustration evident in the furrow of her brow. “Everyone has problems, but he's behaving like a kid,” she remarked, her voice tinged with exasperation. She pouted slightly, her irritation palpable.
Takashi remained silent, his gaze drifting to his childhood friends who stood before him. His expression remained motionless.
Observing Saya's approach, Takashi braced himself for her reproach. “Keep cutting classes and you'll end up needing extra lessons,” she warned, her tone firm but tinged with concern.
Takashi's response was apathetic. “Look who's talking,” he retorted dismissively, his disinterest evident in his voice.
“I am smarter than you,” Saya shot back, her hands planted firmly on her hips as she attempted to assert her authority.
Mortia interjected, sensing the tension escalating, “Guys, we're friends.” Takashi and Saya looked at him.
Saya sighed. “You are his best friend,” Saya remarked. She added, “Add so sense to him.” Saya walked away.
Morita stood next to Takashi. “She is right,” Morita added.
“There are plenty of fish in the sea,” Morita remarked casually, a mischievous glint in his eye. “But Saya's pretty cute, and she's mine,” he declared possessively, though his tone was light-hearted.
Takashi couldn't help but interject, “She's rejected you three tis already,” he pointed out, his voice laced with amusent.
Morita shrugged nonchalantly. “And I won't keep trying,” he admitted.
With a playful grin, Morita added fuel to the banter. “Besides, there's Saeko. Just imagine her wearing nothing but an apron and a thong,” he teased.
Takashi rolled his eyes, unable to suppress a chuckle. “You're such a pervert,” he teased back.
Morita laughed. “That's what I want to see,” he quipped, his grin widening at the thought.
Breaking the playful exchange. “Let's go to class,” he suggested.
Takashi smiled. He gave a fist bump. “Sure, I'll catch up in a bit,” he agreed. Morita smiled. He walked. Takashi looked to hear so commotion. He turned to see the teachers and janitors at the gate. There was a strange man. He looked like he had blood on his face. His eyes were dead. His skin was pale.
At that mont, Jas, Lois and Jasmine appeared behind Takashi. There was a bright light which Takashi felt. He looked behind to see three strangers there. “Who are you?” Takashi asked. There was one milf looking woman, a young beauty who looked like a modern day princess and a male who looked his age. He had an interesting watch in his hand, he had not seen this before. “I have not seen you here,” Takashi added.
“Just a friend, we were visiting the school,” Jas replied. He smiled. Takashi noted that the two won had guns. Jasmine scanned around. She looked into the horizon and saw buildings which she had never seen. It was beautiful. This was much different to her ho buildings. There was a lot less sand, she thought.
Takashi looked suspiciously. There was sothing not adding up, here. “That man is a zombie, once he bites soone, they turn into more of those things,” Jas explained. Jas smiled. He thought this was the zombie world he wanted. There were 4 beautiful won here for him. He thought poor Takashi.
Takashi looked. He noted the seriousness in Jas` voice. The woman looked serious. “I hate them,” Lois remarked.
Jas saw one of the teachers approaching the zombie at the gate. He thought fool. The zombie outbreak will happen but he could delay it. “Lois, can you take down that zombie from the gate?” Jas asked.
Jasmine looked at the zombie. He was different from other people. His mouth and eyes were creepy. His eyes were grey. His skin was as well. He looked ill. Jasmine had shivers. She looked at Jas. He was confident. He looked cool. She gripped her gun.
“Easy,” Lois remarked.
Lois's gaze narrowed as she peered through the scope of her M4W rifle, her focus unwavering. She flicked off the safety trigger. Her fingertip poised lightly on the trigger as she honed in on her target. She saw a male zombie wearing a suit.Taking a steadying breath, Lois adjusted her aim, aligning the crosshairs with the zombie's head. Lois applied pressure to the trigger. In an instant, the tranquillity of the scene shattered into chaos as the rifle discharged with a deafening bang.
The bullet hurtled through the air with lethal precision, its trajectory guided by Lois's unwavering aim. It sliced through the eerie silence. The bullet streaked past. It went through the teachers. It found its mark, the zombie's head. The zombie's head recoiled violently from the impact. He went down. The teachers looked shocked. The man was dead. Another man approached the gate. He had the sa undead look. “There is another one,” the female teacher remarked. She knew sothing was wrong. She looked around to see the gunshot.
Jasmine looked in awe. She thought that was impressive. Lois was amazing. She was able to hit from this distance. “That was amazing,” Jasmine said. She held her Red Hawk out and looked at it. She could feel it. It wanted to be released.
Takashi looked in surprise. Their guns were different. The camouflage it had was out of this world. It sounded unlike anything else. There was a strange power behind it. “Who are you?” Takashi asked again.
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