Under Circumstances || Better Titled: What The Hell Are You Doing, Kaiba?

What the Hell do you think you're doing, Kaiba?

Part 2! I am going to waste no time in making these, I really do plan for this to be a long on going fic (I AM CACKLING AT U, NANFUCK) way more than three chapters, oh and sorry to my readers you don't find out what happens to Mokuba till the last part (WRONG AGAIN U STUPID CHILD).
This part is going to be longer than the first one by the way.

ENJOY!

@ Younger me, as Nanfuck, why the fuck? You need to quit u massive nerd. Stop writing this and you wont feel the need to edit FOUR YEARS LATER HOLY HELL.

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I slammed the car door behind me and rushed up the steps to my door, the Geek Patrol at my heels. We were safe here for now, the gates were steady enough to hold back a good number of them, but if there were more than we had seen, we'd be in trouble.

"Kaiba, hold up!" The Mutt called out to grab my attention.

"What?" I hissed from my spot by the door, just barley turning around.

"Just . . What the hell's going on?"

"How should I know? I know as much as you do right now." I'd never thought I'd end up saying that to anyone, especially not Jounouchi.

"But you know everything! That's exactly then shit you pride yourself on!"

"All I know is that those things are killing people, you all saw that girl get torn to shreds, you also saw how hostile they are, and I've observed that they obviously don't feel pain."

"How is that possible, they're living people, right?" That one sentence Otogi muttered helped something click in my head, I realized what this was, I'd been warned about it, but being who I am I didn't, for once, take any precautions.

"Maybe not..." I threw open the front door and strode inside, It was empty, all of our employees left for the weekend and weren't scheduled to come back till Monday, that was never going to happen.

"What'dya mean, Kaiba?" Joou jogged up to walk alongside me.

"Someone may have told me about this.."

"What?! And you did nothing to stop it?!" He was clearly upset at my comment. As if I somehow held some responsibility to take every prediction of world shattering danger seriously. If I did that, I'd be one of them.

"Do you think I'm the type of person to believe that the dead could rise from their graves and infect the living with this virus."

"What are you talking about?" Mutou was curious now, as expected.

"These things aren't. . living, per se."

"Well I believe that, but I'm surprised you'd believe it." The soft-voiced, small child decided to speak up. Who was he? Why did he hang out with them? Why did they allow it? He couldn't have been in our grade, yet I know I had seen him in our class.

"Its completely possible through science, There's a certain part of your brain that controls movement, if this part were to be stimulated in any way, whether it be by virus, which is presumably what this is, or by electrical currents, the body may reanimate." I shut the doors just in case some of them somehow got into the courtyard.