Hyuuga found himself face to face with the blunt end of a bent golf club, blood stains coloring the metal a dingy red from where it had dried in patches. Clicking his tongue, he pushed the end of it away from him before settling a glare on the person threatening him. Hanamiya only smiled back in that way that seemed to piss everyone around him off, returning his bent weapon of choice to his side.
“We’re not staying out here,” Hyuuga repeated, voice firm as he made sure not to waver in staring the other male down. “It’s dangerous being out in the open like this. We have to get indoors.”
“Where we could easily be cornered in a room with only one exit?” The laugh Hanamiya let out was short, adapted to fit the kind of world they lived in now where even the slightest sound could mean death. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t have a death wish.”
“Guys…” Kiyoshi put his hands up, stepping between the two with a strained smile on his face.
The way things were looking, another argument between the two former captains would break out once again. Kiyoshi wanted to avoid it as much as possible, fear that the quarrel would bring about another wave of the undead from hell knows where they came from. He glanced around nervously before settling his eyes on Hanamiya.
“Hyuuga’s got a point,” Kiyoshi started. “You saw how all the other streets were. Those things are littering the area.”
“So we take them out,” Hara said nonchalantly. He swung his baseball bat through the air, miming out the murder of a zombie.
“We have to avoid them,” Hyuuga retorted. His voice was strained; he knew he was trying to reason with the unreasonable.
The two KiriDai members looked at one another, a silent conversation seemingly going on between the two of them. After a while, Hanamiya shrugged. The little smirk was still on his face, almost as if he knew something.
“You want to go inside? Lead the way.”
Had it been any other occasion, Hyuuga would have found it suspicious how easily Hanamiya agreed, but as is he was nervous enough about the threats outside. Giving a short nod, he started walking toward one of the tallest buildings nearby. If they could only reach the top, maybe a rescue copter would be able to see them. His hand trembled as he reached for the door, fingertips barely pushing against it before a shout met his ears.
The scream had come from behind them, a telltale sign of another approaching hoard. Hyuuga whipped his head around just in time to see the first few zombies jumping over the dumpsters they’d used to barricade the alleyway they’d come from. All of them were running at top speed, blood and saliva dripping from their lips and broken limbs trailing behind.
“Hyuuga!”
He didn’t have enough time to register what was happening before he hit the ground with a heavy thud. For a moment, he thought he’d been attacked and was done for, but the only pain he was feeling was the sore spot on his shoulder where he had landed. Glancing around through broken glasses, Hyuuga got glimpses of the ensuing fight.
Hanamiya had begun swinging at whatever body came at him, the hard edge of his golf club gaining new stains with every swing. Hara was beside him, doing just as well with his bat. It looked like it had seen better days and, subconsciously, Hyuuga wondered if it was time to get the guy a new weapon.
“Kiyoshi…?”
Glancing around for his teammate, Hyuuga noticed the open door where he had once been standing. Open was a loose term however, as it looked like it had been melted off its hinges. A large puddle of acid burned away at the ground near his feet and Hyuuga recoiled away, knowing it’d come from one of those special zombies they’d encountered on more than one ocassion. Beside the doorway, halfway obscured by the adjacent wall, a severely burned arm lay helplessly in the puddle.
It wasn’t attached to a body.
Oh no Kiyoshi!!! This was so well written, great job even though it makes me sad!
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