The Fight Against Them (Highschool of the Dead x OC)

The End of The World

Kurosuki's P.O.V

I noticed that Komuro was skipping class again.

What? I may be a rebel, but I still stay in class.

Not to mention I'm a straight A student, like Saya, except I don't tryhard at all my subjects.

Suddenly, I got that same bad feeling I got from this morning.

I excused myself from class to 'go to the bathroom' and grabbed my gym bag from my locker, which had my sword, a baseball bat, and two Desert Eagles disguised as airsoft guns. I had packed these in my gym bag because I had the urge to in the morning, like I was gonna regret it if I didn't.

Suddenly, I heard a scream from outside.

I hurried off to a vantage point, where I saw Komuro.

"Komuro! What's going on?" I yelled at him.

"The teachers are eating each other!" He yelled back at me.

"Just like in the movies?" I asked.

"Yeah! We need to get Rei!"

"You go on ahead! I'll find other survivors!" I was about to walk off, but then unzipped my gym bag and threw him the baseball bat, "Take this, you'll need it. Remember, aim for the head."

He nodded and ran off.

I got changed into my sparring outfit and grabbed my sword.

I pocketed the pistols in my holsters that I had attached to my outfit. 

The classrooms then exploded with people.

A few of Them have already turned other people.

I frowned and gritted my teeth, drawing my sword.

"You don't feast on people. You just don't. Stupid living dead." I muttered.

I charged them, lopping off their heads in a flurry of slashes and acrobatic maneuvers, just like how my adoptive father taught me to do so.

I know. Adopted?

My parents were in the military, and trained me to shoot guns when I was ten, however, four years ago, they had been killed by an unknown figure. 

I was taken in by a friend of theirs after a year at an orphanage, which kicked me out several times because of my tendency to play with knives, who ran a dojo and that's where I learnt how to wield a katana.

I ran through the corridors, slashing at any one of Them before they got close, saving students and prolonging their suffering even longer.

God, I am a terrible person, so terrible that I actually laughed at the thought.

I guffawed in laughter as I slashed away at the horde of the living dead, until I found a horde trying to break their way into a classroom.

I slashed the heads of the ones on the outside, but they eventually broke through, I was about to charge in after them until I heard a nailgun.

Wait, what?

Ah. Kota.

He's a smart fella, made a weapon with his own two hands.

Is that Saya next to him? Wow. 

These two survived quite well.

"Kota! You're alive!" I called into the classroom.

"Hey Cross!"

Yeah, they call me Cross because my name, Kurosuki, can be shortened into Kurosu, which is romaji for cross.