Arata sat silently on one of the mini bus seats, clutching his phone. He gritted his teeth. “The connection’s weak…” He tried calling his mother again. Error: No Signal. The screen mocked him.
Hikari approached, looking concerned. “Let me try. I’ll call my dad.”
Arata sighed. “It’s no use. Even the police station isn’t responding.”
Hikari shook her head. “My father’s a cop. He gave me a private line. It has to work.”
Arata handed her the phone. “Fine. Try it.”
She typed in the number and hit call. Seconds passed. Then—
“Hello?” a voice answered.
Hikari’s face lit up. “Dad!? Are you there? Dad!”
The voice replied, “Arata’s number? That means Hikari’s with you, right Arata? Listen—”
Gunshots.
Hikari screamed, “Dad! It’s me! HIKARI!”
The voice came through distorted, “Arata… connection’s bad. Listen, protect Hikari… please… keep her s—”
The call cut out.
The phone slipped from Hikari’s hand. Arata picked it up and muttered, “Well… it is my phone.”
Hikari dropped beside him, sobbing. “He didn’t even realize it was me… he thought I was you…”
Arata gave her a quick side hug. “It’s okay.”
He looked around at the others—Yume, Rin, and Miyuki. “Anyone else want to try calling?”
They all shook their heads.
Yume growled, “My parents probably already gave up on me.”
Miyuki kept driving, chewing gum. “I had a friend, maybe? I forgot her name… and what she did. And her number. Huh.”
Everyone sighed.
Rin spoke next. “My mom passed away. Dad works overseas.”
Arata nodded. “Same. Mom’s an elementary teacher. Dad’s abroad. I just hope they’re okay…”
In the backseat, seven students sat with Kurosawa. The man smirked to himself.
Survival of the fittest, huh? Heh… I’ll win no matter what.
The front group huddled in conversation—Arata, Rin, Miyuki, Yume, Takashi, and Hikari.
Arata laid out the plan. “We’ll check on family, one by one. Yume’s house is closest and probably safest. Then mine. Then Hikari’s.”
Miyuki chimed in, “I think I remember where my friend lives. It’s near here. We can stop there too.”
Arata nodded. “Good. We’ll take it one step at a time.”
Suddenly, a boy from the backseat stood up. “Why should we follow you? We want safety, not suicide!”
Arata stood, locking eyes with him. “Oh yeah? And who saved your sorry butt? You’re welcome to get off. The gate’s open.”
The boy growled, “Tch. Stop acting tough!” He lunged forward—
But Hikari kicked him square in the chest, sending him stumbling back. “No fighting on this damn bus!”
Then Kurosawa stood, clapping slowly. “Well, well… tension already. You know what you all need?”
He grinned. “A leader. Me. I’m the only teacher here. I can guide us to safety. What do you all say?”
Two girls swooned, “Kurosawa-sensei!”
A round of applause followed. “Kurosawa-sensei! Kurosawa-sensei!”
Hikari fumed. “I told you we’d regret saving that guy, Arata!” She turned to Kurosawa. “We don’t need you leading. You follow us.”
Kurosawa smirked. “Then doom awaits you. Leadership is order.”
Takashi stood, lifted the nail thrower, and fired. The nail missed Kurosawa’s head by inches, grazing his cheek. A thin line of blood appeared.
Takashi’s voice was cold. “Next time, I won’t miss. Got it?”
Kurosawa backed up quickly. “Okay! Okay! No need for violence! I was just suggesting.”
Takashi growled, “Then shut up. No one asked.”
Hikari snapped, “Miyuki-sensei! Stop the bus!”
Miyuki hit the brakes.
Hikari jumped out. “I’m not riding with that creep. I’m done!”
Arata chased after her. “Hikari, wait!”
“I’m not listening to Kurosawa-sensei!”
Suddenly, a massive bus barreled toward them—filled with zombies.
Rin shouted, “Miyuki-sensei! Veer left! Now!”
Miyuki floored it and swerved left just in time, avoiding collision.
Arata grabbed Hikari and dove into a nearby tunnel.
Rin came out of the bus, shouting, “Arata?! Are you alive?!”
From the darkness, Arata yelled, “Yeah! Somehow!”
Rin eyed the horde of zombies spilling out of the wrecked bus.
Arata shouted, “We’ll meet at the South Police Station! 7 PM! If not today, then tomorrow!”
Rin shouted back, “Got it! Be safe!”
Rin smiled faintly. “You too!” She jumped back in the bus, and Miyuki hit the gas.
In the tunnel, Arata noticed gas leaking from the zombie bus. “Shit! Hikari, run!”
They bolted, but the explosion hit fast. The blast wave knocked Arata down—right on top of Hikari. His hands… landed strategically.
Both turned beet red.
Arata scrambled up. “S-Sorry!”
Hikari looked away, flustered. “So… what now?”
“We meet them at the station. 7 PM.”
She nodded.
Back on the bus, Kurosawa smirked. “Well, they left. More room for leadership!”
He turned to the students. “Shall we vote? I say I lead. What do you think?”
A cheer rose. “Kurosawa-sensei!”
Kurosawa looked at the remaining four—Yume, Takashi, Rin, and Miyuki.
“Majority rules. I’m the leader now.”
Yume scoffed. “Don’t screw with me. That ain’t happening.”
Takashi nodded. “Yeah. Keep dreaming.”
Arata and Hikari kept walking down the desolate road. But after a while, Arata groaned, “We’re not gonna get anywhere just walking like this.”
Hikari nodded, scanning their surroundings—then pointed excitedly. “Look! A bike!”
Arata’s face lit up. “Finally! Maybe luck’s still on our side!”
They rushed over to the parking lot. The key was still in the ignition. Arata twisted it—
Vroom.
“Nice!” he grinned, hopping on. Hikari slid in behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Let’s go, Arata!”
He sighed. “Well... this babe’s on empty. Might last an hour, tops. We’ll need to find a gas station.”
Hikari nodded. “Got it.”
They hit the road, dodging zombies as best they could. Hikari leaned her head on Arata’s back, her arms snug around him.
Suddenly, she tapped his shoulder. “Arata! Look! A police car! Its lights are still on!”
Arata narrowed his eyes. “Could be a zombie cop.”
“Or we might find something useful!” she insisted.
“Alright, alright…” Arata pulled over and parked the bike.
But their hope vanished like mist.
Half the police car was gone—blown apart, likely hit by a truck. The front remained intact, a dead officer slumped over the steering wheel. The headlights lit up the area eerily.
Arata scowled. “Told you. Nothing useful. Smells like gas too—it could explode any second.”
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Hikari ignored him and moved toward the wreck. Moments later, she returned, holding something up. “Told you we’d find something useful!”
It was a pistol. She handed it to him.
“A... a gun? For me?” Arata asked, hesitating.
“Yep,” Hikari said. “Use it if you need to.”
He examined it. “Only five bullets.”
She went back for another look and soon returned with a handful of ammo. “Found another officer’s body. His gun was busted, but the bullets were fine.” She wiped her hands with a napkin, casual as ever.
Arata gave a small, impressed smile. “Damn. Your dad raise you to be this fearless? Not even fazed by a corpse or a pistol...”
Hikari smacked his arm. “Shut up!”
A few minutes of riding. Arata finally reached a gas station and skidded the bike to a stop. Hikari hopped off behind him.
Arata checked the gas pump and groaned, "No fucking way. It’s self-serve..."
Hikari blinked, confused. "So? Just serve the gas yourself?"
Arata clenched his fists. "I have no money! I bought a juice this morning and now I’m broke as hell. Only 70 yen in my pocket!"
Hikari crossed her arms dramatically. "Well, poor boy. That’s why you're useless. That’s why Riku was better than you."
Arata’s eye twitched. "Don’t bring Riku into this."
"Why not?" she smirked, poking the bear.
Arata sighed through gritted teeth, jealous bubbling under. "Ugh, fine... Can I borrow your money?"
She shrugged. "Left my bag at school. It had my wallet in it. So nope."
Arata’s eyes darted around. "A shop!" He pointed. "I’ll find some cash. You stay here. If anything happens—scream."
"Sure," she said casually and leaned against the gas stand.
Arata headed into the store. It was packed with stuff but cloaked in darkness. Meanwhile, outside, someone’s eyes locked onto Hikari like a hungry dog.
She didn’t notice.
Inside, Arata found the counter. The cash box was locked. "Damn it... I’ll break this motherfucker open." He climbed onto the counter and bashed it open with the metal bat.
Then—a scream.
"Ahhh!"
Arata froze. "Hikari?" He stuffed some bills into his pocket and sprinted outside.
And what he saw made his blood boil.
A fat bastard had Hikari pinned. His greasy hands were mauling her chest, a knife pressed to her throat.
The man grinned. "Boy! Give me that bike... and the girl. Walk away."
Arata’s jaw clenched. "Let her go. Don’t do this."
"The world’s ending!" the man cackled. "A woman’s warmth is the last thing I need before I die!" He groped Hikari again, squeezing her shamelessly. "Fine chest. Big ones too."
Arata took a step closer, furious. "You insane bastard."
"Insane?" the man laughed maniacally. "My entire family turned into zombies in front of me. Even my little sister! I had to smash every one of their skulls!"
Arata stayed calm, trying to defuse. "Let’s talk this out."
"Yeah? Then give me the bike."
"It’s out of gas," Arata said.
"Don’t lie. I saw you grab cash. Refill it. Or she dies."
Grinding his teeth, Arata moved to the pump, filled the bike silently, eyes burning with rage as he watched that pervert manhandle Hikari’s breasts right in front of him.
He walked back. "There. Now leave."
"No deal. You go. She stays."
Arata stepped forward. "Not happening."
"Drop the bat!" the man barked.
Arata let it fall with a loud thud. "There. Now let her go."
"One more step and I’ll slit her throat!" The man kept fondling Hikari, now undoing her top, exposing her violet bra. Her skin shivered in the cold.
"She your woman?" he sneered. "You fuck her every night? No? Haven’t even popped her cherry? Tch, what a waste!"
Hikari’s eyes were wide with panic, tears at the edge, but she managed to shout, "Arata! Please! Save me!"
Arata growled, trying to keep his cool. Then he smirked darkly. "Kill me, huh? Fine."
In a blink, Arata lunged forward, pistol in hand. He aimed it square at the bastard’s chest.
The man flinched. "Hey! What are you—?! Don’t shoot!"
Arata’s voice was ice. "I ain’t giving my girl to anyone else."
Hikari blinked, her eyes wide, but then her lips curled into a satisfied smirk.
BANG!
The man stumbled back, letting go of Hikari, a red bloom spreading on his chest as he collapsed to the ground, gasping.
Hikari ran to Arata. "Arata!"
"It’s over," he muttered, still aiming just in case.
She looked down at the body in disgust. Picked up the metal bat and raised it high to finish him.
Arata stopped her. "Don’t waste time. When I dropped the bat..." He pointed to the edge of the station.
Zombies. Lots of them. Groaning, crawling, hungry.
"Shit," Hikari whispered.
"He’s not worth it," Arata said. He grabbed her hand. "We’re leaving."
They jumped onto the bike. Arata hit the ignition.
Behind them, the man clutched his wound, blood pooling fast. "Hey! Don’t leave me! Please! Ahhh! It hurts! Save me!"
The zombies closed in. The first bite tore into his shoulder.
"AHHHHH—"
Hikari looked back once, face full of revulsion. Then turned away, pressing herself against Arata’s back, sighing in relief.
"...Thanks for saving me."
Miyuki was at the wheel, guiding the mini bus slowly along the congested bridge. Ahead of them, a snaking line of vehicles stretched far into the distance, all headed toward the city. People trudged alongside the cars—mothers clutching crying kids, fathers dragging exhausted toddlers, families wrapped in silence and hopelessness.
The honking was relentless. Each blare of a horn was like a scream of desperation.
At the far end of the bridge, a barricade stood firm. Police officers checked every vehicle, every person, refusing entry to anyone even remotely suspected of being bitten.
One officer yelled through a megaphone, "Stop honking! There are children here! Calm down and wait your turn!"
Miyuki sighed, slumping slightly. "It’s past seven now... and at this rate, we won’t even make it across before sunrise. We moved one damn kilometer in an hour."
Rin clenched her fists, eyes downcast. "I couldn’t keep my promise to Arata..." Her voice trembled.
Yume smirked. "Oho? You like him or something?"
Rin flinched, face heating up. "N-No! My dad always taught me to prioritize what’s important. Right now it’s survival... and then the promise. That’s all. I just... worry about him, okay?"
Yume grinned slyly, voice tinged with jealousy. "Hmm? That sure sounds like you like him."
"I don’t!" Rin snapped.
Takashi chimed in, eyes on Yume. "Yume-san, you sound kinda jealous. Do you like Arata-kun?"
"Huh?! No! No way!" Yume stammered, cheeks going full cherry blossom mode. "He’s just a childhood friend! I don’t like him!"
Takashi laughed. "Your face says otherwise. Honestly, you look super cute right now."
"Shut up, you perv!" Yume barked, hiding her burning face behind her hoodie.
In the back, Kurosawa was doing his thing—taming chaos like a smooth-talking casanova.
Two scared girls sat huddled together. One whispered, "I’m scared... Are we going to die?"
Kurosawa leaned in with a calm smile, voice soft like silk. "My precious students, don’t let fear swallow you. As long as I breathe, no harm will touch you. I’ll fight the entire world to keep you safe. You’re not just students to me—you’re hope in human form."
Another girl clung to his arm. "Sensei..."
He nodded warmly, stroking her hair gently. "Don’t cry. Let me worry about the danger. You two just stay close to me, alright?"
Yume stared at the scene, her eye twitching in disgust. "Tch. Look at that sleazy bastard. I hate him."
Miyuki glanced through the rearview mirror. Rin also turned around.
Both girls stared in silent judgment as Kurosawa worked his questionable magic like some post-apocalyptic playboy.
Arata and Hikari kept speeding down the road.
They reached a bridge — and instantly lost all hope.
Arata cursed. "Look at that damn traffic! It'll take hours to pass."
Hikari squinted at the endless line of cars. "Let’s try another way—"
Arata cut her off, deadpan. "Next bridge's five hours away."
No choice. He turned the bike around, heading onto the highway.
Hikari, exhausted, slumped against his back, arms wrapped lazily around his waist, her cheek pressing into him.
He kept driving, engine growling under them. A helicopter roared past overhead — Arata just chuckled dryly. What a shitshow.
Meanwhile, back at the bridge, morning crept up — and Miyuki’s team had barely crawled halfway.
Another shouting match broke out inside the minibus.
Kurosawa stood up, arms spread, wearing a greasy-ass smirk.
"Told you! A leader is needed! Without one, you idiots just squabble!"
He banged his chest dramatically. "As a teacher — nay, as humanity’s last hope! — I’m the most qualified to lead! I’ll save you! I’ll sacrifice myself if I must!"
Some of the students, desperate and dumb, clapped like seals.
Kurosawa grinned. "Looks like I win by majority vote. I’m the leader now!"
Yume muttered, "I’m outta here."
Rin nodded, face disgusted. "Same."
Takashi cracked his knuckles. "Rather die than take orders from that sleazebag."
Miyuki just slumped tiredly. Kurosawa sauntered over to her, voice sugarcoated like a creep.
"But Miyuki-sensei... you should stay. We need a healer. A beautiful, kind-hearted nurse like you could... patch up our wounds... maybe even our hearts..."
His hand almost reached her shoulder.
Miyuki slapped it away mentally and grabbed her stuff.
Without a word, Miyuki, Rin, Yume, and Takashi jumped out of the bus and started walking down the bridge.
Miyuki’s boobs bounced violently with every annoyed stomp.
"I hate walking! I should’ve stayed!"
Yume scoffed. "Didn’t you see how he was eyeing you, Miyuki-sensei?"
"I know! I hate Kurosawa-sensei!" Miyuki shouted, boobs bouncing harder in frustration. "But I also hate walking!"
They marched until the crowd thinned out — and then zombies appeared.
Rin unsheathed her wooden sword, eyes burning. Takashi pulled out his throwing needles.
They sprang into action — Rin dancing through zombies, knocking skulls in. Takashi flung needles with deadly precision.
"Take that!" Takashi roared, nailing a double headshot.
But chaos hit. Takashi ran out of ammo. "Shit! Outta needles!"
Rin got cornered. Miyuki tripped and fell on her knees.
"AHHH!" her scream echoed.
Far down the road, Arata’s ears perked up. Hikari woke up instantly, hearing it too.
A massive trailer was rolling slowly in front of them.
Arata smirked. "Hikari! Hold me tight!"
"What—wait! ARATA! DON'T! STOP THE BIKE! DON'T JUMP—"
Too late.
Full throttle. Full insanity.
Arata launched the bike off a ramp, flying through the air, straight over the trailer.
They landed with a CRASH right onto the bridge — right where Miyuki’s team was fighting.
Arata’s landing sent a zombie flying. Hikari leapt off right after, spinning her spear into a brutal takedown.
Arata ran over to Miyuki and pulled her up. "Here you go, Miyuki-sensei!"
Miyuki grabbed his hand, cheeks flushing a soft pink as she got to her feet.
Arata tossed a pistol to Takashi. "Oi! Catch!"
Takashi caught it midair and gasped. "Holy shit! A Type 17-C Officer Model! Special edition!"
Arata barked, "Less nerding, more shooting!"
Takashi grinned and fired — a clean headshot on his first shot.
"First bullet — HEADSHOT, BABYYY!" he shouted.
Then he fired again.
The bullet zipped so close past Arata’s ear he flinched — only for the zombie behind him to drop dead.
Arata barreled into the horde with his bike, smashing zombies aside.
Rin kept battering the zombies with her wooden sword like a pro.
Takashi fired again — this time, the bullet zoomed right under Hikari’s skirt, making her yelp — before pegging a zombie dead behind her.
Rin jumped up to dodge a swing.
BANG!
A bullet whizzed between her boobs, making them jiggle like crazy mid-air before it cracked a zombie’s skull open behind her.
A few sweaty minutes later, the street was littered with corpses.
Arata bumped fists with Rin.
"We did it!"
Rin smiled, cheeks slightly pink. "Yeah!"
Hikari glared jealously from behind, arms crossed.
Everyone gathered together again, panting, battered, but alive.
Miyuki suddenly gasped, her eyes lighting up.
"I just remembered my friend’s number! Arata, if you pleaaase~" she said in a sweet, lazy drawl.
Arata, dead inside but obedient, handed over his phone.
Miyuki happily typed away, humming, "One... two... there’s five... and... seven... three..." and dramatically slammed the call button.
They all waited.
No answer.
Miyuki’s whole body sagged in despair. "Noooo..."
Even her boobs drooped along with her spirit.
The entire group mirrored her defeated expression like synchronized swimmers of depression.
But Miyuki quickly perked back up.
"Hey! Just around the corner is my friend’s house! Let’s go crash there and rest!"
Arata immediately agreed. "Yeah— I need to sle—"
Rin threw out her arm like a traffic cop. "Hold it! We don’t know if it’s safe inside the city yet."
Arata shrugged. "Then I’ll go first. I’ll scout it out. Miyuki-sensei can come to show the way."
Hikari instantly objected. "I’m going too—"
Arata shut her down, patting her head like a dog.
"The fewer the better. Stay here and guard them."
Rin nodded. "He’s right. We’ll wait."
Arata revved the bike. Miyuki giggled and hopped on behind him.
Vroom— they were off at full throttle.
Miyuki’s arms clung tightly around Arata’s waist, her soft boobs squishing firmly against his back. One of her hands mischievously slid downward — and casually rested somewhere suspicious on Arata’s pants.
Her hair whipped around in the wind, her voice pure bliss.
"Yaaay~! It’s so fun, Arata-kun~!"
Arata, face red, stammered, "M-Miyuki-sensei... can you not touch there?"
Miyuki only giggled. "Aww, but you saved me~! Take it as my thank you."
Arata just sighed and gave up on life. "Fine. Whatever. Just don’t start moving it around."
In minutes, they reached a large house.
Arata whistled. "Damn! That’s a big-ass house! And look at that car!"
Miyuki leaned against him proudly.
"Yeah! I heard she bought a huge car. Don’t know what it's called though."
They found the car keys easily.
Miyuki hopped into the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut.
"Come on, let’s get everyone!"
Arata jumped in too. "Let’s roll."
Within minutes, they returned to find Rin, Yume, and Takashi huddled miserably in a corner.
Takashi’s eyes bugged out of his head.
"WOAH! That’s a Cougar MRAP! (Mine-Resistant Ambush Protected vehicle)! Like, almost a tank but on wheels! And it's bulletproof as hell!"
Everyone piled inside — and there was still room left over for a party.
As the armored beast rumbled toward the house...
