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3rd Person POV
"Sigh... just how much longer do we have to sit here before they evacuate us?" A young man in an officer's uniform sat on the roof, staring with a look of pure loathing at the corpses swarming the high fence surrounding the school from all sides.
"..." Beside the lad lay a much older man in the same uniform, a lit cigarette between his lips, which he inhaled with a quiet, practiced calm.
"What do you think, Igou-san? How much time does the Government need to evacuate us?" The young man looked at his senior comrade, who kept his gaze fixed on the clear white sky, trying to ignore the tall pillars of smoke rising from various points across the city.
"Better not hope too much, Rin. You should understand by now that there are a hell of a lot more places like this across Japan... and plenty of walking dead to go around too." He chewed the filter of his cigarette slightly after speaking.
"But—"
"No 'buts,' Rin. Because in our case, hoping for a miracle is the biggest stupidity one can commit..." He exhaled a large cloud of smoke, then clamped the cigarette in the corner of his mouth. "Do you honestly believe it? That they'll come to save us when there are more 'important' people out there?" The man let out a disappointed huff through his nose, casting a brief glance at his junior partner, whose expression looked completely deflated.
"Maybe... maybe you're right..." The young man buried his head in his hands and sat like that for a while until he finally let out a loud exhale and, just like his senior, lay back on his spine with his hands behind his head.
"Cigarette?" The man reached into his breast pocket with one hand, pulled out a slightly crumpled cigarette, and held it out to his junior along with a lighter. The lad stared at them with a hint of doubt for a moment but accepted them nonetheless.
"Thanks..." For several long seconds, he studied the cigarette held between his index finger and thumb, spinning it every which way to examine the 8mm tube before placing it between his lips. "Who would've thought I'd start smoking during a zombie apocalypse, rather than when I'm a grumpy old man like you?" With those words, he lit the end of the small tube, staring at the sky just like his senior. "Ye gods... cough!" He coughed slightly, nearly dropping the cigarette. "...even the sentence sounds damn stupid. Starting to smoke during a zombie—" Another small cough. "—Apocalypse."
"Agreed, Rin. Life has a way of throwing its own ironic and sometimes completely insane jokes at you." Igou didn't even blink at his junior comrade calling him a grumpy old man; it was the truth, and usually, only fools and liars get offended by the truth.
The expressions on both their faces were relaxed, but not peaceful—more like slightly apathetic and melancholic.
The realization that they were surrounded on all sides by living dead who felt no pain, that they lacked enough competent people, weapons, and ammunition, topped with the fact that they were trapped in a school with over three hundred people—most of whom were children—was driving them into very dark thoughts.
This was not to mention that most of the officers and police here had families they couldn't contact because the entire communication system and electronics in general had failed, plunging them into even deeper despair.
They were trapped in a school full of children unable to protect themselves, while most of the civilian adults did nothing but hysteria and non-stop talking. They were surrounded along the entire perimeter of the school fences by the dead; reinforcements likely wouldn't be sent to evacuate them; the cherry on top of the cake was the fact that they couldn't evacuate by themselves because of... well, the rather obvious reason of the dead?
Right now, the dead were doing nothing but bumping their bodies against the fence. They had realized just yesterday that the bastards were completely unable to see, but yesterday, when communications still worked, they received several reports of "mutated" zombies appearing, after which contact with the reporters was severed. It would be the height of stupidity not to admit the fact that... mutated zombies apparently really existed, and they were powerful.
Now, no one—absolutely no one—wanted to make even a sound. Almost all the windows in the building were closed. Most people were moved into the very heart of the school, ensuring that even if they screamed, it would be hard to hear them. The hardest part was comforting the children asking about their parents. Some parents had managed to get to the school before the situation boiled over, but the rest were those picked up by police patrols when the decision was made over the radio to establish an evacuation point here, as many patrols were nearby and could secure the area before a single zombie got inside.
In Igou's opinion, the chance of them getting out alive was slim. That was why he was lying on the roof while the other police, including his friends, discussed what to do... he had accepted his death. His only hope was that his son was alive and well, alongside Takashi and Rei.
It was in this melancholic state that he heard a hum—the kind of hum that comes from several cars driving one after another. He bolted upright and squinted into the distance.
"Igou-san?" Rin sat up too, looking at his senior partner with concern as the latter scanned the streets, trying to figure out which direction the sound was coming from.
"Rin..." Finally, Igou's trained senses told him exactly where the hum was coming from. He turned and spotted a sharp glint in the distance and felt something he thought was dead stir inside him. "Run to Tadashi quickly. Get him."
"Yes, sir! On it!" The lad stood and sprinted toward the stairs, while Igou himself watched the cars driving toward the school with a smile.
POV Kiriko
"Well, looks like you guys have some work to do." And they'd have to work hard, because the number of dead surrounding the school was beyond counting—a whole horde that had already heard them and was rushing their way. Not the entire horde, of course, but enough.
She flashed her brake lights a few times as a signal to prepare for a stop, then braced herself. She cast a glance at her daughter, who held the family spear, her eyes burning with a flame that promised final death to all these walking ghouls.
Behind her, the guys in the cabin tensed up. It was clear they were nervous, but they pulled themselves together, gripping their bats.
When only about ten meters remained between them and the rushing dead, she slammed on the brakes, bringing the car—which had been slowing down—to a full stop. Exhaling all the air from her lungs and mentally preparing for the work ahead, she vaulted out of the car.
The two cars behind her also stopped, and men in black uniforms—the ones Isao had empowered—poured out, sprinting toward the fray as fast as they could.
What happened next could hardly be called normal. It had only been about half an hour since these men received their powers, and none were fully accustomed to them yet; they struggled to coordinate or help each other. Therefore, those with powers that made them stronger and faster were in the front lines, killing zombies with whatever cold steel they had, while the rest stood slightly back as support, covering their backs.
Honestly, what was happening now on a street full of ghouls right in front of the school was the most chaotic thing she had ever seen. But at the very least, it seemed none of them intended to become a victim of a ghoul's bite. She sighed and turned her gaze to the other side of the battlefield—toward her daughter and her friends.
Her daughter, whose mastery of the spear was quite high, fluttered between the dead like a butterfly. Every strike with the tip of her spear was powerful and piercing. It seemed to Kiriko that there wasn't even a strike; she merely touched the tip of the spear to the heads of the dead. But that was the most terrifying part: how fast her daughter's movements were and what incredible power they carried. That deceptively light movement burst the heads of the dead like a high-caliber bullet hitting a watermelon.
And her friends... well, they at least still had a human level of strength. Takashi swung his bat, knocking rotten brains out of skulls, while Hisashi used his chains to pierce the heads of his targets or, in some cases, hold zombies approaching Takashi from behind until Takashi could finish them.
Honestly, it all looked like a scene out of a manga, but this was her life now: superpowers and the dead. But really? It was actually fun. Without realizing it, she smiled bloodthirstily, forming a Lightning Spear in her hand. She had fallen behind the rest and was in the very rear, and the zombies didn't even have time to reach her... so she ran toward them herself. The spear in her hands crackled and sparked loudly, but it didn't harm her.
After all, though the spear she held was made of lightning, it was her spear. It couldn't hurt her; it would only harm other people and creatures that weren't her.
She plunged into the thick of it, bursting into the crowd of zombies, then swung her spear in a wide arc. She watched as it passed through the bodies of the dead with ease, leaving only charred corpses behind—people who would finally receive a full and final death.
She looked at the almost weightless spear in her hands with awe and, with a wide smile, continued her movement, killing more and more of the dead, feeling no fatigue—only an excitement that grew stronger and stronger.
Yes, this was damn fun!
3rd Person POV
"...what exactly am I looking at, Hayashi?" Tadashi Miyamoto, a middle-aged man, watched what was happening in front of the school with disbelief—much like the other people gathered on the roof who had been called up because cars were approaching.
Nearly a dozen men and women in the same blue police uniforms as him watched in shock. Even so, they couldn't believe it, because... how the hell do you believe that people before your eyes are moving at such incredible speeds?
At some point, when his eyes grew somewhat accustomed to the speed of one of these people, and she herself slowed down slightly, he recognized who he was looking at: Rei. His daughter. But her appearance was quite different than before; her body was much more athletic.
The moment he recognized her, and then found Kiriko with his gaze, something fell from his shoulders. A massive weight he had been carrying since yesterday vanished—a weight he hadn't known existed but whose influence he felt.
He exhaled loudly, and Sayori, standing right beside him, did the same. When he followed her gaze, he saw Takashi and Hisashi killing zombies together. Feeling a surge of joy for her loved one, he put an arm around her shoulders. She pressed into him, hugging him with all her might, crying tears of joy.
He turned his gaze to his best friend and saw him looking toward his son with pride. Then he looked back at the zombie horde, which was slowly but surely thinning.
Yes, now the chances of getting everyone out alive had jumped by dozens of percent, thanks to the people currently slaughtering the zombies.
[Your people have killed all the zombies around the Elementary School, instilling Hope in the people inside.]
[Silver Ticket x2]
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