residents of the dead

bonding time pt1

After a long silence of filling up the guns Takashi started to flip through channels on the TV, eventually coming to a stop on a news channel that showed a group of rather loud protesters.

"Don't allow the police to tyrannise us!" said a man whom they assumed was the lead protester. He was rough looking with a few missing teeth. "We condemn the spread of the murder syndrome brought on by the biological weapons developed by the government and the US!"

Also on the screen, directly in front of the camera, was a female reporter.

"Right now, a group of protesters have started chanting against the bridge blockade installed by the police!" The reporter had to shout to be heard over the protesters. "It's not quite clear who this organisation is ..."

"Murder syndrome ..." Takashi muttered.

"They must be talking about 'them,' " said Kouta.

"What a bunch of fucking idiots," Jin said. "They were talking about this like it was some kind of disease. What kind of disease could do something like this?"

"You said it, man," Takashi said in agreement. "There's no way any kind of modern science can explain why dead people are walking around and eating people."

"Which means that group's a bunch of bona fide fanatics," said Kouta. "Either that or they're sick in the head. Leftists, you know?"

"Leftists tend to be fanatical and sick in the head." Takashi nodded.

"Bunch of racist bastards is what they are," Jin said.

"I'm surprised to hear you two talk like that," Kouta said, smiling.

"Some of my mum's colleagues are Left-Wing Activists even now," said Takashi. He huffed in annoyance. "They were Antiwar Pacificsts who are the type to see bullying in schools and then ignore it ..."

"And I just don't like racists." Jin shrugging.

"What's your mum do again?" Kouta asked Takashi.

"She's a teacher," said Takashi. "She's got a class of first-graders at Onbetsu Elementary across the river. So long as she has her students, she won't run away ... she's not that kind of person." A thought seemed to occur to him. "What about you guys? I don't know about your parents."

"My dad's a jeweller and my mum's a fashion designer," said Kouta.

Takashi looked just as surprised as we had been hearing this on the bus. He shook it off quickly, though, and looked at me. "What about you, Jin? You never really talked about yours" he asked.

He froze up. "Doesn't matter," Jin said. Rather than trying to give some kind of answer, no matter how vague, he was now trying to avoid questions about my parents entirely. He hated it when this subject was brought up, hated it with a passion. He knew they weren't doing it intentionally, but the others were making it so hard to shove those memories to the back of his mind.

"Huh?" said Takashi. Kouta looked a little uncomfortable, probably remembering how Jin reacted to this same line of questioning on the bus. "What do you m-"

"I said it doesn't matter," he said, more pointedly. Jin didn't like being reminded of a childhood where he never interacted with people outside the house because he was never allowed to leave, other than for school. He had been free of his father since fourteen, and intended to keep it that way, memory and all. "Can we just drop it?"

attention was back to the TV, but the images on there weren't exactly uplifting. A woman was being eaten alive by her young daughter, all the while swearing blind that she was still alive and well. The zombies were approaching the police, who had finally started shooting the damn things. It was once again hammered in just how fucked the situation was.

"The vile authorities are turning on the people!" yelled the lead protester. "They're reacting with violence indiscriminately!"

The man was a complete idiot. Was he really so blind to not see how bad the situation really was?

A police officer came up behind the protester and put a hand on his shoulder, which was quickly shaken off. "Please leave the area immediately," said the officer. "You are in danger here."

"That's bullshit!" the protester spat. "You're just trying to cover up the plot between the government and the US!"

"I'll tell you once more," said the officer, reaching a hand down and resting it on his gun holster. "By the final orders of the government and HQ, I am to take whatever action necessary to keep the peace." He removed his revolver from its holster and pressed the barrel against the protester's forehead. "It's hardly legal, but an order is an order." He pulled the trigger, and with the bang of the gunshot, the protester's blood and brain exited through the new hole in his head, and he collapsed to the floor, lifeless. The TV screen went straight to static.

"I didn't mean to snap like that takashi it's just my past it's-" Jin stopped.

a pair of arms snaking around Takashi's neck from behind. Jin tensed up, as did takashi, but then settled down a few moments later when they realised it was just Marikawa-sensei. he wasn't close to her, but you could still smell the alcohol, and Jin suddenly wanted to leave the room he can never take scent of alcohol.

He looked over and saw that Marikawa-sensei was wearing absolutely nothing but a towel, which didn't exactly cover up much of anything. The guys face heated up, was roughly the same colour as the blood in there veins. It was worse for Takashi, though; she was hugging him from behind, her massive breasts pressing against the back of his head. She began to kiss Takashi's cheek repeatedly, practically singing out his name between kisses.

She looked toward Kouta, who was even redder than Jin was, and began to crawl across the bed toward him. "Kouta-chaaaaan." Kouta's smile and blush only increased upon hearing her say his name.

" 'Chan'?" asked Kouta. "Um, well ..." He laughed awkwardly. Marikawa-sensei reached the place where he was, leaned up, and planted a long, sensual kiss on his cheek. The amount of blood that was in Kouta's face then burst forth through his nose.

Marikawa-sensei licked her lips in satisfaction, then turned her eyes to the brown hair boxer who was already at the door.

"Well, I know I saw some pain killers in the kitchen I'm going to take some" Jin said quickly. Just before he went out the door, turned back and said, "Good luck, Takashi!" 'There was absolutely no way i was going to stay in there with a drunk Marikawa-sensei.' Jin thought to himself.

Out of the room, Jin went down some stairs, and came across Rei. She was barely dressed, and an awful lot of skin was showing, but the boxer did the best to ignore that and focus on what she was saying.

"Where's Takashi?" she asked. The smell of alcohol on her breath. It wasn't as bad as Marikawa-sensei, but it was still pretty strong.

Jin pointed behind him distaste for alcohol was put on hold for a moment, however, he saw a golden opportunity. "He has his hands full,"
a grin spreading across his face as he carried on walking downstairs.

deciding to head to the kitchen and see if the owner of this place kept anything non-alcoholic in the fridge. He got into the kitchen, and his good mood died a little. Not entirely, but a sudden tension was in the room.