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[Arael]

9:45 Am before the outbreak [Partly cloudy]
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The day was actually pretty calm and seemed normal like any other. Seth sat silently on the steps in the east hall stairway, staring out at the track and watching the gym class do their laps. He was planning on skipping his Trig class this hour so why not spend it staring out the window. 
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[SIZE= 14px]Seth felt the annoying vibration of his phone in the pocket of his dark jeans, it had been going crazy for a few minutes so he finally broke and decided to check and see what all the fuss was about. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]"What the hell?" He mumbled as he watched a video of what seemed to be the undead attacking people in Japan. "Damn..one hell of a publicity stunt." Shrugging it off Seth slid his phone back into his pockets and went back to his gazing, the images still replaying in his head..[/SIZE][SIZE= 14px]it all seemed to real but it had to be a joke, everyone knew zombies weren't real and Japan was known for advanced tech and he didn't doubt that something like this was merely a project of sorts or some sort of movie teaser.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]"Can't believe I almost fell for that..hehe zombies." [/SIZE][SIZE= 14px]The blonde chuckled quietly as he tapped on the steps and looked out at the track again, only this time students were running away from the track, some slowly backing away while others seemed to be recording what looked like from where Seth sat one of ther English teachers Mr. McKnight but he didn't look like himself, he was dragging his weight lazily and had a deep red stain on the front of his shirt. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]"No fucking way."[/SIZE]
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[Dante Verren]

Before the Breakout
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"Alright everyone I want it quiet for a moment!" Patrick looked up from the anvil he was using as Mr. Springer's voice echoed over the sound of the workshop. The workshop filled with the nose of banging metal, rotating saws, and the occasional belt sander fell silent as they waited to hear what there teacher was going to say. "I need some volunteers to go replace the nails around campus. Whose in?" A few hands raised but it didn't seem like there were enough people. "Alright then we will do this. O'Neil, Jordan, and Schel you three will take the track side of the school. Got it?" Patrick took off the safety glasses he was wearing and nodded his head "Give us a minute to get cleaned up and we will get started." He put his project he was working inside of his locker, washed his hands, grabbed his sun glasses , jacket, and Hat. Now that they were ready they grabbed a hammer and a crowbar along with Springer's shop pass and set out.

Breakout
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"Damn this sucks! Why do we have to do this" complained Jordan as he watched the track from the wall of the building. "You say that like you are actually doing something" retorted Schel as he slammed the end of his hammer against the head of a nail. "Patrick do you mind giving me a hand real quick? This nail is stuck." Patrick knelt down and slid the crowbar under neath the nail. With one swift tug he pulled the nail free. "Thanks man." "Yeah no problem." Patrick stood up and walked down a little way and around the corner where the next sign was. Using the crowbar he pulled the nails free and took down the sign. 


Patrick began to walk back to where he left his classmates but as he turned the corner one of the gym class slammed into him. Both of them fell backwards onto the butts. Patrick was on his feet instantly grabbing the kid by the neck of the shirt and pulling them upwards, the crow bar held threateningly close to the kids face. "HEY ASSHOLE WHY DON'T YOU TRY LOOKING BEFORE You..." Patrick's voice faded away as he saw the look of pure fear in the kids eyes. It wasn't fear directed towards Patrick like he was use to. It was a deeper more sinister fear. The Kid seemed to snap out of his desperate trance and Patrick let go of his shirt. "M-M-MONSTER! RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN!" That was all the kid said before he took off running the opposite direction of the track. 


Confused Patrick turned the corner and walked to the edge of the slant that led down to the track. Down below the entire class was either backing away slowly or recording what looked to be someone who was drunk. Except that that person was Mr. McKnight, and his shirt was covered in blood, "Holy shit..." Patrick's right hand tightened around the crowbar and he pushed up his sunglasses so they were actually covering his eyes. "It's Armageddon..."

 

[Ineptitude]

Shiren Kurusu
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"What in the hell is goin' on 'round here?" Shiren muttered in confusion as her arctic blue eyes caught sight of the large crowd that had gathered at the track field, her usual smile collapsing into a thoughtful frown.


The young woman stood a short distance away from the mob of students, observing the group with a critical eye. She was honestly quite befuddled with exactly what attracted the attention of so many people, though seeing how they were either running away, backing up, or recording that something or someone, she wasn't quite sure whether or not she wanted to find out. However, it turns out that it wasn't her choice to make, as the crowd soon parts just enough for her to see the object of their scrutiny, and what she sees sends a chill down her spine.


It was one of her English teachers, Mr. McKnight, sluggishly limping forward with a deep red blood stain on his shirt. That was when she felt an almost primal instinct overtake her, screaming at her to run and find a weapon, and she wasn't one to argue with it. So she did.

 

[Karcen]

Nao also got a video of what seemed to be the undead attacking the living, but she unlike others that saw took it half seriously. She had seen far to many movies, she knew some of the tells of good practical effect and she didn't see them in the viedo. Still they were low quality, so they could use that to hide its imperfections.  What mattered was the videos put her on edge making her think maybe those movies had suddenly sprung to life and the dead were coming back. If that was true then life was going to get really bad. Nao had  looked into that whole doomsday mania that had happened and she had leaned just how much life would suck without what woudl likely go fast after the undead popped up.


Then looking out  she saw what she could only call the start of a zombie attack. Nao let out an annoyed sigh , the closest she tended to come to showing her anger. Nao stood up and  grabbed her bag seemingly just leaving int he middle of the class, though anyone near windows saw what she did and knew what she knew. 


" Where do you think you are going?" er teacher asked annoyed that a student was leavng.


" The dead have risen, so i'm going to try to find someplace safe, I suggest everyone else do the same" She said  her tone mostly flat with only a  little urgency to it as she walked out of the classroom. 


This  did leave her with the question of where to go, the roof, a bus, a hidden room?  The roof  was next to impossible to escape from, she didn't have keys to a bus, and any room she could hide in could be found.  She needed to get out and she needed to do it soon a school would be a death trap and she needed some weapons, maybe a closet or one of the  sheds int he back of the school would have something like a hammer.  It would be great if these zombies could go down without a head shot, but well something heavy to the brain worked either way.  Nao looked both ways before  heading  towards the ground floor wanting to gt out of the building before it became a horror movie, or at least becoming what horror movies had taught her the school would be when the undead got in. 

 

[54160]

Kensuke was sat on one of the many chairs of the Airport city, waiting for his flight to Japan, he had been invited to a USA kendo tournament, tough he only could fight in exhibition matches, it had ended the day before, and now he got to come back to his house and to his daily routine. While he was playing with his cellphone, he heard the collective sight when all the flights were suddenly cancelled in the screens of the airport.


While people complained massively, their attention suddenly changed when they saw an aircraft landed almost crashing, soon, everyone knows that there was something wrong. Kensuke tried to call her sister but she didn't pick the phonecall. Finally, a group of police officers reached the place and tried to put some order, they were asked to aboard some buses to be taken "to a more comfortable place". Whatsoever, while Kensuke took his seat in the bus, the screams of dozens raised, as zombies attacked from all directions, the airport became a massacre.


A young woman attempted to reach the bus and hang from the window, Kensuke could see her fear face to face, but as a zombie grabbed her legs she fall to be eaten by these monsters.

 

[Ineptitude]

Shiren Kurusu
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Shiren muttered a string of curses underneath her breath as she dashed through the halls of the school, running towards the direction of the kitchens. If this was just like any other day, she would have simply make her way there in a casual manner like she always has, but this was no ordinary day. Luckily, those cadavers haven't managed to overrun the school quite yet, but with how close some of those students from earlier were to Mr. McKnight's corpse, she supposed that it wouldn't be for much longer. She didn't want to call those stiffs "zombies". This wasn't a movie after all. This was real life.


Soon enough, the doors to the cafeteria came into view, and Shiren quickly slammed them open. Since it was class hours, the area was empty, which was a real blessing in disguise, if anything. Swiftly making her way to the door behind the counter, she was met with the sight of a large kitchen. However, there was only one thing she needed from this room. A nice, sharp knife. Unfortunately, this pantry wasn't equipped with cleavers, a knife suited for cutting through flesh and bone.


"I guess you'll hafta do." Shiren murmured as she grasped a sharp, chef's knife that gleamed under the artificial light. "Least 'til I find myself a good ol' set of cleavers."

 

[Dante Verren]

"You know most people would run away from the walking corpse not towards it... Of course when have I ever been normal." Patrick's heat began to beat faster and faster as he made his way down the hill towards the Mcknight. He twirled the crowbar around in his hand but stopped when he got to the base of the small hill. He was now the closest one to the zombie, the rest of the kids had ran away or were back a descent space away with their phones out recording. "Don't worry McKnight I brought some medicine. give me a minute and you will be good and dead like your suppose to be." 


Mcknight let out some form of gasping noise before charging forwards. Patrick Met the monster head on crow bar at the ready. "Go to Hell!" Patrick slammed the crowbar downwards smack dab on the teachers head. He swore he heard bones crack and the corpse hit the ground head first, bleeding from its skull. Patrick sighed, that was a lot easier then he had thought it would be. With out warning the corpse yelled and grabbed Patrick's left leg with his arm. "GOD DAMMIT! JUST DIE OLD MAN!" 


He swung the crowbar downwards two more times. after those impacts no more signs of movement from the body. Filled with adrenaline he smashed the head one more time to make sure he saw that the brain was smashed to mush. "ah man that's gross. God dammit. Rotting scum."  He covered his mouth and nose with his free hand and shook his leg loose of the arm. He had to give the arm a good kick to get free but he made it.  Turning around he saw that there were still students watching, some in horror and others in amazement. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ALL STILL DOING HERE!? YOU THINK HE IS THE ONLY CORPSE AROUND HERE!? GET YOUR ASSESS MOVING!" at his provocations the remaining students took off running. Hopefully they would find somewhere safe or if they were all lucky McKnight was the only infected one. 

 

[Ineptitude]

Shiren Kurusu
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"Alright-y." Shiren muttered softly to herself in a drawl as she held a firm grip on the knife she had picked up, an odd mixture of fear and determination shining in her arctic blue eyes.


The young woman knew that if she wanted to survive this, she was going to have to shed her humanity to get rid of the stiffs that threatened her well-being. But, to be honest, she wasn't quite sure if she was ready to do so. Shiren was never much of a fighter, at least outside of the ocassional rage-induced fist fights she had, and was more of a pacifist given her nature as a chef. While her skills with a knife are practically peerless at this point, she was reluctant at the thought of pointing a perfectly good knife at another being, even if it was a mindless corpse.


'Seems like I don't got much of a choice, though.' Shiren thought with a sigh as she left the kitchens, blade still in hand, her usual grin missing from her lips.