Highschool of the Dead X Male Reader

Deploy

The 407th military troop readied themselves for conflict. There was a massive, spontaneous outbreak of a new infection, fatal to any infected. First responders were being organized to protect civilian populations, but with little success. Reports had indicated the infection, or whatever else it might be, had the ability to reanimate the dead. Believe it or not, the zombie apocalypse was upon them.
(Name) gathered his gear, and put it on as he had many times before. This wasn't his first deployment, and he was determined it wouldn't be his last. He put on his urban camo military fatigues, over them a black tactical vest and one grey knee pad conjoined with a steel shin guard strapped to his right leg. Both elbows were strapped over by pads as well, and (Name) wrapped a black bandana with Raven wings embroidered on them around his left forearm. He strapped a pistol holster with a sleek black TAC-45 pistol I around his calf, and slid several clips of ammunition for the gun into it as well. Deciding it might be useful, he grabbed and attachable silencer for the gun, and slipped it into one of the holsters pockets as well.
(Name) picked up his old revolver, he always took it with him wherever he went. This time was no exception. He holstered the revolver in a holster on his left side, if he really needed to draw a pistol he would use the other gun on his right calf, but having the revolver present always comforted him.
(Name) put on his black fingerless combat gloves, cracking his knuckles after rolling up his right sleeve just before the crook in his elbow, exposing his forearm. He strapped a watch, as well as a compass around his wrist, so they faced to the inside of his forearm.
(Name) pulled up his jet black mesh scarf around the bridge of his nose. Imprinted on it were the teeth of a skull, depicting fangs the size of daggers.
(Name) strapped a long, straight black sword to his back, and grabbed a silenced DMR from a weapons rack. It was an MK-14, with tan highlights, an adjustable rifle scope, and a bipod attached to the front rail.
(Name) left the armory, setting his helmet over his head and flipping down its visor. Troops cheered him on from left and right, while he joined the rest of his assigned squad in a Blackhawk, powering up to leave. (Name) was somewhat a military prodigy, having the youngest age, and most combat missions out of anyone in the entire military.
(Name)'s squad members nodded at him as he boarded the Blackhawk, acknowledging his presence.
The helicopter took off, it's large propellers stirring up wind on the ground. "So, what's the plan this time boss?" a soldier on board asked his commander.
"Fight." the commander simply stated. "We have all the ordinance we need." he said, jokingly pointing at (Name), sitting in one of the Blackhawks seats and looking out through the bulletproof glass.
"Never expect a kid to do a man's job!" another soldier prompted, causing some of the others to laugh.
"Cut it out guys." a feminine voice snapped. A pilot exited the Blackhawks cockpit, from her slender form and large chest beneath her vest, it was obvious the pilot was a woman. She removed her helmet, revealing a rather young face and short blond hair. Most of it was tied up in a grey bandana behind her head, but locks of it had managed to slip out and fell into her blue eyes. She was maybe 18, or 19 years old.
"Hey Claire, didn't know you finally got that pilot license." a soldier mentioned.
Claire nodded, and walked over to (Name), extending a hand. "Claire Spencer. It's a pleasure to meet you sir, I've highly respected you ever since I enlisted. It's an honor to serve with you."
(Name) reluctantly shook the hand, and Claire returned to the cockpit. "Alright, we'll be there soon boys, be ready. I gotta get back into the control seat, you know how John can't do sh*t without his co-pilot." Claire joked, causing another frenzy of laughter.
Soldiers left and right of (Name) talked with one another, sometimes pointing at (Name), who gripped his rifle closer to his body. He was antisocial, and never really spoke to anybody. This was the reason he never liked being assigned to a squad, even if it was only for one mission.
(Name) was fine out on the battlefield, no problems in his actions, with no hesitation. But in the cramped Blackhawk, (Name) felt small next to the other soldiers inside.
He couldn't wait to finally get to their mission location.
"Alright team." the commander spoke up. "Our job is to establish and secure a camp on the far side of Tokonosu City. There is a radio tower there that we think the undead can't get into. We will maintain our communication lines with the outside world by any means possible, and provide our guys in the field with whatever support we can muster. Understood?"
"Aw, we won't get to shoot any of the undead f*ckers?" someone asked, disappointed.
"Trust me. If the reports are accurate, you'll shoot plenty of them." the commander responded flatley.
(Name) saw the city, smoke rising from many of the buildings. Gunshots, and panic flew through the city, accompanied by screams of the living as they were feasted on by hordes of undead. Civilization as man knew it was falling to pieces.
"Alright, we're sweeping in for a better view." the radio voice clicked on from the cockpit.
The Blackhawk rapidly descended, and (Name) got a closer look of the carnage in the streets. People fought desperately, but overall succumbed to multiple undead throwing them onto the ground and collectively ripping through the human's flesh with their jaws.
(Name) stood up and sat at the side of the Blackhawk. He raised his rifle and picked off a few undead, but couldn't ultimately manage to save anyone from the many hordes pillaging the streets. A soldier saw this and did the same on the other side of the helicopter, but even their combined shooting wasn't enough to make any difference.
"Alright soldiers, you're wasting ammo. That's enough." the commander told them. (Name) and the other soldier obeyed, each lowering his weapon.
An explosion sounded, and glass from it flew into the helicopter. Claire re-entered the main room of the Blackhawk. "Sh*t! Anyone hurt back here?" she asked.
One of the soldiers was laying down, clutching his shin in pain while blood seeped from it. Looked like a piece of glass had been lodged into his leg.
A soldier knelt next to him. "You'll be fine, I'm gonna disinfect it, and we'll see what's wrong with you." he insured.
(Name) inspected the other glass shards littering the floor or the Blackhawk. Strangely, some of them had blood clinging to their surface. They must have been coded in it by someone below in the town. It could be infected blood...
(Name) tried to warn the crew members, but the wounded soldier had already begun to sink his teeth into his examiners neck.
"Sh*t! What's wrong with Lopez?!" someone shouted. Two more soldiers tried to grab the soldier and drag him away from Lopez, but he was hanging on tightly. Tighter than a human should be able to.
The second soldier was released after he was pried away, and he stumbled into the cockpit.
"What the f*ck Lopez?!" the commander shouted, two soldiers restraining the crazed soldier as he continued to lash at the air with his teeth.
"He's infected!" (Name) shouted over the noise, trying to warn them.
"And how did that happen?" the commander asked sarcastically, clearly not be leaving a word of it.
"The glass, it's--!" (Name) was cut off as the Blackhawk began to spin. Him and the rest of the soldiers stumbled, trying to regain their footing. (Name) looked into the cockpit, and saw the second infected soldier making a snack out of the pilot.
"Sh*t!" the commander shouted. "Put them down!"
Lopez bit through the hand of one of the soldiers restraining him, and the other shot Lopez in the face. Blowing it to pieces and ending his afterlife.
The helicopter tilted to the side, and (Name) fell, managing to hang on with one hand to the side. Claire had not managed to hang on either, and fell out of the Blackhawks bay doors. (Name) grabbed her hand, and held on, with both of them dangling over the side.
The Blackhawk stabilized again, someone had gotten control of it. (Name) looked below. They were passing over a building, that looked like a school. The schoolyard was  filled with zombies, unable to leave the area due to the fence surrounding it.
"(Name)!" Claire shouted. "Look out!!"
(Name) returned his view to the Blackhawk, and saw an infected soldier grappling his hand, trying to bring it to his gnashing mouth.
Making a quick decision, (Name) let go of the Blackhawk. Falling toward the school rooftop a few meters below.
(Name) hit the rooftop hard and rolled. Skidding to a stop and laying for a moment with his back on the ground. He stood, and looked around. Claire was not so fortunate. She held her leg tightly, screaming in agony. Just by looking, (Name) could tell it was broken. Badly too.
(Name) stood, and walked over to her. "Okay... Sh*t..." he tapped his helmet, thinking about what to do.
The Blackhawk passed over head, traveling rather far before plummeting towards the ground and knocking into a building.
It didn't explode like (Name) thought it might, so there was a very small chance its occupants, including its undead ones might still be walking.
Everything was now silent, with the sound of the Blackhawks rotating blades. Only the distant sound of sirens drifted through the streets. And Claire's cries of pain, but they had died down to a whimper after she had placed her bandana between her teeth. Blocking the sound.
(Name) heard a knocking at the roof access door, and saw several undead high schoolers pounding against the door. (Name) wasn't sure if they could break through, or might open it by chance, but he wasn't keen on waiting around to find out.
(Name) turned his attention back to Claire. "You okay?" he asked quietly. "Stupid question." he thought, mentally slapping himself.
"We're going to move okay?" he said.
(Name) looked around for anything he could temporarily use to build a splint. Nothing sturdy enough came to mind until he saw his rifle a few feet away. (Name) grabbed it, and used some wire from Claire's tactical vest to tie the weapon to her leg. (Name) made sure to unload the weapon, and turn the safety on so it wouldn't shoot her as she walked. It wasn't the most conventional set up, but it would have to do.
"Alright, let's go." (Name) said, helping her up and supporting her. Despite Claire's muffled outbursts, they managed to slowly begin walking towards stairs leading onto a higher balcony on top of the school.
(Name)'s fears came to reality, and the door burst open, walking corpses fanning onto the rooftop.
(Name) and Claire turned around, backing into a corner and sitting. (Name) drew his pistol, screwed on the silencer and began shooting corpses in the head, picking them off one by one with every shot. He didn't know if these corpses could hear, but he didn't want to attract more if they could.
(Name) reloaded. Luckily the undead seemed to be slow, but there were still too many of them to completely stop their advance. If (Name) didn't think of something soon, it wouldn't matter how many he could kill. Especially with Claire handicapped next to him. (Name) wasn't leaving her behind, he wouldn't even let the thought cross his mind.
(Name) continued to shoot, until his magazine ran dry and he had to reload again. The undead continued to get closer.
(Name) fired several more shots, but then saw movement through the roof access door again. Three high schoolers ran through, two boys and one girl with auburn hair. One with black messy hair and a baseball bat, and the girl held a stick, with a crude metal tip of something on the end. The other student was unharmed, and stood closely behind his two fellow students.
(Name) waved at them, but they didn't see him over the wall of walking dead between them.
"Hey!" (Name) shouted. "Over here! Help!"
The students saw him, and appeared to debate for a moment.
With their meeting quickly concluded, the boy with the baseball bat began smashing in corpses heads with great accuracy. The girl knocked them down, and stabbed them in the neck and head with the metal tip on her stick (Name) continued firing, preventing several undead from attacking the students as they approached.
"Thanks." (Name) said as the students met him face to face. He gestured to Claire and explained his plan to the students. "I'm taking her up to higher ground. There's no way we'll get through all those things through the school. Are you three going to follow us?"
The unarmed boy nodded his head. He had silvery hair, and dull blue eyes. "That was our plan too. We should go quickly." he said.
The group slowly made their way across the roof, the high schoolers defending against any stray undead that might try to grab them.
As they made their way up the stairs to the balcony, a fresh wave of undead stumbled out of the roof access door. One began climbing the steps, and lunged.
"I'll take him. I know martial arts." the grey haired kid said from the rear. He kicked the corpse in the face, and it stumbled down the stairs, knocking other undead over as well. Another corpse grabbed hold of the students arm, and bit into it. He shouted in pain, and tried knocking it off, but the corpse didn't budge. (Name) shot his pistol into the corpse's skull with one hand, and it's body fell lifelessly down the stairs.
"Come on." (Name) said, making sure the student was in front of him before he proceeded, still supporting Claire.
The group managed to block the entrance to the balcony, tying various desks over the entrance. It looked like this place was an observatory, or something similar.
(Name) helped Claire sit down, and stood again. He faced the black haired student, who had his baseball bat resting across his shoulders. The girl was busy tending to the other students bite wound.
"Thanks for the assist." (Name) said, with a slight bow in his posture.
"We all have to stick together in this mess." the boy said. "My name's Takashi." he introduced. Then he indicated the girl and other student a ways away. "That's Rei and Hisashi over there."
"(Name). This is Claire." (Name) returned the introduction.
"Alright." Takashi said. "We're planning on spending the night up here. We won't be able to see anything in the dark, so it'd be pointless to try our escape now."
"Agreed." (Name) stated.
Hisashi had a coughing fit in the background, and he spit up a bunch of blood onto the ground. "No!" Rei shouted as she grabbed onto his shirt. "It was such a small bite! You'll be fine!"
(Name) walked over to the commotion. Hisashi was turning into one of those things, (Name) was sure of that much.
Hisashi managed to speak between coughs. "P-please.... I just want to die myself...." he hacked more blood onto the ground. "D-Don't let me become one of them..."
Rei covered Hisashi with her body from Takashi and (Name). "He'll be fine." she whimpered, trying to convince herself more than anyone else. "It was a small bite, he won't die. He's going to heal and be fine." she said. Hisashi coughed up more blood and then slumped over. His breathing staggered and then stopped all together.
"H-Hisashi?" Rei called gently, tears in her eyes. The student sat upright, and Rei's face brightened. "See? I told you he would be okay." she said, but her mood darkened again after she saw his glazed eyes. He was one of them.
"Rei!" Takashi snapped. "Get over here!"
Rei quickly complied, even if she was reluctant about leaving the formerly alive student. (Name) leveled his gun to point at Hiashi's head, and started to squeeze the trigger.
"NOOO!" Rei shouted. "DON'T KILL HIM!!" she pleaded.
"Rei! He's dead! Accept it!" Takashi shouted at her, trying to make her see reason.
(Name) pulled the trigger, and the silenced shot seemed to ring through the group's ears like any normal gunshot.
Hisashi fell. And died for the final time.