High School of the Dead

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It's only still living thanks to some dedicated fans :3

Thanks everyone who loved this enough to keep it alive. Next update after this should be a new chapter where I will be revealing : wait spoilers...... Don't scroll down if you don't want to know....













































A very large surprise..... Something lurking... Lurking.... Well. It won't be expected I'm sure. Next chapter reveals more about this "zombie" phenomenon and it's origins. And more deaths. I haven't killed anyone in awhile and that needs to change. But, you'll learn what "the bleeding" really means..... Duh dum dummm.... 

 

Chapter 6: The Epidemic

Pain... Pain everywhere... There was nothing but pain. There was darkness. Darkness all around... Everywhere; all consuming... Silence... Eternal silence... Eternal silence in the darkness filled of nothing but pain.

The school stood like a stoic statue with the sun just now beginning to shine through the first floor windows. It quietly stood, despite the grotesque scene splayed out before it. An empty car here, a mangled body there. The grass was covered in a fine dew, and the chill in the air was beginning to fade. The school looked just like it ever did, and it stood without caring of the events that had transpired mere hours ago.

Inside, there was movement. It was slow, and strained movement. A mass of uncoordinated limbs, tangled in an awkward pose, trying to pull themselves into order. The lights of the hallway flickered uncertainly, revealing a flash of green eyes tinged with crimson.

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Mackie and Danny continued speaking in hushed tones, shooting glances her way. She could only lay on the bed with her eyes closed and try to even out her breathing. She could hear the jingle of keys and Danny’s heavy boots walking towards the door. Her ears perked as she strained to hear what they were saying.

“You stay here,” Danny said, the drawl in his voice evident even when he spoke quietly. “Watch the girl. I’ll be right back.”

Raven heard the door open and then shut. Then it was silence. She heard Mackie gulping down the remainder of his beer and sigh loudly. The bottle clinked on the counter and then she heard the rustling as Mackie stood. Her breathing quickened as he approached her. She flinched as his hand ran over her forehead, tracing the bandages.

She thought he muttered something under his breath. From outside she heard a car sputtering a few times before the engine turned over. She kept absolutely still and feigned sleep as Mackie began running a finger down her cheek and to her neck. His hand was shaking as he reached for the loose flannel she wore.

The door opened brusquely just then and Mackie recoiled immediately. Raven could hear the awkward silence as Danny took in the scene. “Let’s go,” he said, sounding irritated.

Mackie hung his head a little before following Danny out the door. The door slammed a bit harshly and it shook the little hut. “That’s not what I meant by lookin’ after her,” she heard Danny tease from outside. Car doors opened and shut and Raven heard the sound of a vehicle taking off. She at last opened her eyes again and sat up, regretting it instantly as nausea flooded her senses.

She hurried to the door and yanked it open, holding up Danny’s oversized pants as she did so. She saw the car had turned off a makeshift driveway and was going down a rather questionable road. It was so overgrown she wasn’t sure she could even call it a road. However, it was good that it was, as the car couldn’t travel very fast. If she hurried she could catch it.

Suddenly Raven collapsed against the doorframe, her head aching horribly. The car accident from before had taken a toll on her body. She knew this wasn’t the time, her daughter was in danger. She forced herself to her feet and came face to face with red eyes.

Screaming she lashed out with her hands, propelling herself backwards into the house. The woman calmly stared at her. From behind the woman a figure leapt on top of her. Raven felt panic flood her system but instead of being attacked, she was being hugged.

“Mom!”

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Col. Drakonis stared down at the scene below her. The situation was beyond her control now, and had been so since the siege had begun. The bodies had ceased piling out outside the barricade, but the count was rising within. From the ceiling to floor paned windows in the conference room she could see the people like a writhing blanket, clambering ever closer to where she stood.

A soft knock on the door made her turn. “Come in,” she barked. The door opened and a soldier saluted her, heels clicking together in finely polished boots. “At ease,” Col. Drakonis said, turning back to the window.

“The carrier is gone. They’re breaching our final defenses. We won’t last much longer. We have lost contact with our support, it seems they’ve left us to die.”

Col. Drakonis remained silent, even though she could hear the panic in the soldier’s voice. “Soldier,” she began, not turning to him. “You are going to die today. I am going to die today. What matters is how we leave this world.” She turned at last and pulled a pistol from a holster. She set it upon the desk. “You have a choice,” she said gently. Then she walked past the trembling man and closed the door behind her. She couldn’t even flinch as she heard a loud bang from within.

Col. Veronica Drakonis stared down the hall that she had walked every day for the last seven years. Empty and sterile, it suited her just fine. Although her subordinates may have thought her a bit of an ice queen, she was well respected. It showed in the soldiers that were laying down their lives today. At her waist was the rapier she always carried, and though most thought it was ornamental, it was in truth her expertise.

The bright florescent lights washed out all detail as she continued walking. She heard a noise from behind her and paused, knowing that there shouldn’t be anyone coming from that direction. The rapier gleamed at her waist and in a flash she turned with it drawn. Her stance fell easily into a common fencing pose, one hand on her hip and feet positioned one behind the other.

Crouched upon the floor with fresh blood dripping from her lips was a woman in a white lab coat. Her eyes were red as a harvest moon, her teeth stained almost black from the coagulated gunk. Her fingers were grasping at the air as if to strangle something, each finger cracking at an unnatural angle. Her former brown eyes were bleeding to red, and her brown hair was caked in blood.

Veronica’s sharp eyes didn’t miss the strangulation marks around her neck, and her rapier dropped ever so slightly. “What have you gone through, Karina?” she gasped.

 

 wrapping up some loose ends. This story really exploded when a ton of people signed up at once  let's whittle it back down.
Are any of the owners of these characters still active anyway? 

 

name change Gamzee? Who were you before?
 sorry I'm horrible at name changes

wb josh... Sorry about that

Thanks everyone  next updates going to be gory, hold onto your seats 

 

I know who you are Josh, I was asking who Gamzee was as he said he was involved in HSotD but I don't recognize the name :3

 

 Anywho. Time for an update 


Veronica fell back, stabbing with the rapier as Karina leapt for her. They both crashed to the ground and Veronica twisted to get out from underneath the lighter woman. Kicking wildly, she extricated herself and struggled to her feet. She was dismayed to realize that she had twisted her ankle in the fall.

Karina crouched on all fours, her head tilted to the side with a manic smile. Her upper arms were soaked in the blood-stained lab coat, and again she was clenching and unclenching her fists as those creepy red eyes leered at Veronica.

She laughed a little and leapt at Veronica. Veronica looked for her rapier and saw that it had been knocked aside in the scuffle. She grabbed for her pistol but realized too late that she had given it to the soldier from before. She put her arms up and caught Karina, attempting to use the momentum to throw her aside. As she did, she was tackled from behind.

Grunting as she fell, Veronica looked behind her and saw red hair. “Kira?” she gasped out.

Kira grabbed her legs and began crawling up her body, bleeding sclera glaring at her. Veronica thrashed wildly to get free but the thin woman’s grip was like steel. Karina who had been knocked aside by the momentum was scampering over to her from the other side now.

Veronica kicked a leg free and grabbed the knife stashed in her boot. It was a wicked sharp blade a good 6 inches in length and she slashed at Kira, her eyes still focused on the rapidly approaching Karina. Blood trickled from Kira’s face and she recoiled a bit though didn’t seem to feel the pain. Veronica scrambled away and had just enough time to put her arm up to block Karina who leapt at her in wild abandon.

Kira licked her lips which were covered in the blood flowing from her new wound. Veronica used Karina’s momentum to roll her off and she got up for just a moment before falling back down. Her ankle was throbbing horribly. She spied her rapier a few feet away and began crawling to it.

An iron grip yanked her backwards across the floor and she flipped over just in time to see Kira jump on top of her knocking the wind from her diaphragm. She grunted and tried to push Kira off, but the skinny woman was immovable. Kira’s fingers wrapped around her throat and Veronica choked as she felt her windpipe being crushed.

In a quick stabbing motion she slammed the knife she still was clutching tightly deep into Kira’s chest. The woman showed no signs of discomfort and continued throttling her. She felt a hand gripping her twisted ankle and slowly breaking it. No doubt it was Karina.

Flailing her arms wildly she reached for her rapier which was just out of reach. Her vision was growing dark and she could hear all too loudly the sounds of her hoarse attempts at screaming as Karina warped her ankle into an odd angle.

Gritting her teeth she stretched her body as much as she could, feeling her muscles tightening at the strain. Her fingers brushed over the extravagant metal hilt of her rapier and she grasped it, bringing it in an arc towards Kira’s neck.

Everything seemed to go blank until at long last the fingers loosened from her neck and she was able to use her free hand to pry them off. With color slowly returning to her vision she swung wildly at her legs, feeling the blade cut into fleshy material.

Her ankle was useless now. Veronica could see that Karina had ripped so deeply into the skin that ivory bone was sparkling out from beneath the rivulets of crimson blood. Beside her, Kira’s lifeless head stared up at her with an eerie grin peeking out above a jagged gash that had severed it from her body.

Karina’s teeth were gnawing on her leg, the slow ripping sounds reaching Veronica’s now working eardrums. The blade had cut into her shoulder but seemed ineffective at stopping Karina’s new meal.

Her throaty gasps soon were steeled as Veronica repositioned the rapier in her hand. The double-edged sword stabbed deep into Karina’s forehead and came bursting through the other side. Bits of brain flew out of the back, splattering onto the floor with wet smacks.

Karina’s jaw ceased flexing and her eyes rolled up to look at Veronica. Then she slumped forward, her weight pushing the hilt into Veronica’s hand. Veronica pushed on the sword, forcing it deeper into Karina’s head until it hit a bone that held fast, letting her use it to move Karina from her leg without touching the woman.

As soon as Karina’s body was off of her, she dropped the rapier, succumbing to the pain coursing through her. The two sisters were lying around her, thick pools of red blood coming to meet on the sterile white floors. Her own uniform was stained almost black with the liquid, and she knew that a lot of it was hers as well.

Staring at the knife embedded in Kira’s chest, she contemplated suicide for the first time in her life. Being a woman of strong values, she had never once let a weak thought like that cross her mind, but in this type of situation she suddenly wanted nothing more than to be coddled.

She yanked it with some difficulty from Kira’s body, and felt the weight in her hands. Resting her back against the wall she thought about the soldier who had come to her earlier. The gun would be quicker but she had no strength or ability to stand any longer.

Something was happening in her mind. It was making an uncomfortable tickling sensation. Veronica didn’t have the smarts of the two scientists who lie dead beside her but she instinctively knew that that something was something bad. It was now or never.

Veronica pricked the soft part of her neck with the blade, feeling it cut into her skin like butter. It was an odd thought to think of how much she cared for these lifeless weapons, keeping them sharp and ready although she hadn’t used them for years. Now, they would serve their purpose. With a forceful thrust she slammed it through her throat, feeling only briefly the sensation of being paralyzed and then nothing.