Highschool of the Dead: Fanfiction Darkpenn

Chapter 3: Dead and the Road Home

Dead and the Road Home

There are new dangers to be overcome, acts of courage from an unlikely source, and also remarkable news for the group.

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After driving for several days, they stopped at an empty barn. There was a stream nearby where they could wash and replenish their supply of water, and the barn was large enough to hide the bus. There were piles of hay where they could lay out their sleeping bags, and the barn doors were sturdy enough to keep roaming zombies out. Nevertheless, they set a guard of rolling watches, as they usually did.

Takashi had finished his watch, handing over to Hirano, and settled into his bag to sleep.

He was awoken when he was kicked viciously in the stomach. He cried out in surprise and pain ... and then found himself looking down the barrel of a rifle.

"Don't move," said the man with the gun.

He looked around. There were three men in the barn: the one standing over Takashi, one holding a machine gun, and - this was the worst - one holding Alice in front of him, with a knife at her throat.

Rei, Saya and Saeko were on their knees with their hands behind their heads. Hirano, unconscious, was lying in front of them, blood oozing from a gash on his forehead. Rei had a massive bruise on one side of her face.

"Get out of the bag and on your knees," said the man with the machine gun, who seemed to be in charge.

"What's it going to be, don't move or get out of the bag?" said Takashi.

The man with the rifle hit him across the face with the butt of the weapon. The impact rolled him out of the bag.

"On your knees," said the man with the machine gun. "Or ... " he gestured towards the man holding Alice.

Not much choice. He did it, and put his hands behind his head. He glanced at Hirano.

"Don't blame him too much," said the sergeant. "He was on the lookout for zombies, not us, and he put up a helluva fight for a little guy."

Takashi caught Saeko's eye. She glanced to the corner, where her sword rested against a haybale. It was a long way away. He tried to answer silently: no. Not yet.

He saw that the men were wearing uniforms, and the one with the machine gun had three stripes on his arm. The uniforms were bloody, filthy, and torn. "You military?" said Takashi.

"Were," said the sergeant. "When there was still a military, before everything went to shit. We were in First Platoon, Third Division, the once-proud Japanese Self-Defence Force. That was - fuck, was it only four weeks ago? Now all we've got is these guns. So we'll be taking your vehicle, your supplies, your weapons - "

"And your women," said the man with the rifle. "Maybe not her," he said, pointing to Saeko. "She looks like trouble. So it will be a bullet in the neck for her, and for you, and for the little guy. So you don't try and follow us."

"And we'll take this one too, just for fun," said the man holding Alice.

"What's going on?" said a sleepy voice. It was Miss Marikawa. She crawled out of her sleeping bag and into the circle of light cast by the lanterns. She looked around.

"Ah, another one," said the sergeant. "And a pretty one, by the look of things."

Miss Marikawa stood up. "Whoa," she said. "Some real men. I was just having a really sexy dream about ... well, real men. Haven't even seen any for ... ages and ages and ages, it feels like."

She walked up to the man with the rifle. She let out a long sigh.

Slowly, she undid the top button of her shirt. Then the next one. Then she breathed a deep breath, and the next button popped open by itself, revealing her double-E bra and voluptuous curves. The man with the rifle stared.