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Chapter 1: May 22- The day after
If this were a Disney movie I would say that this fic has been ‘digitally re-mastered/re-edited and now with 100% more waffle in between'.
But as it is, it’s not. :c
Zombies are just no match for Tinker Bell’s awesome fairy dust.
JUST SAYING.
/end random narration
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Rating: C for CRACK
Summary: They all laughed when someone said that the world was ending. They laughed even louder when the 21st came and went without a hitch. There was no holocaust, no WWIII, no famine… no excuse for the world to end at that very moment.
But what they didn’t know is that it had already started.
Can you stay alive without going mad? Can you still survive with six other people trying to drive you up the wall? Can you still manage to EXIST when all you have to rely on is a sleepy FISHERMAN, a cattish GAMER, an easily-excitable PET-LOVER, an accident-prone NEWS RESEARCHER, a sadistic PRIMA-DONNA and a mysterious girl wielding a blood-crusted FISHING ROD.
Will you be able to survive? CAN you survive?
(originally from![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=3)
quartered's comment prompt. ILU, even though you probably won't read this. :)))
May 22, 2011 (Sunday)
It was nothing (probably) less than destiny itself.
It was May 22. The day after the so-called ‘Rapture’, as the outly religious called it and, the ‘old-man-chalks-up-another-failed-end-of-the-world prediction-day’, to the rest of the world.
I honestly didn’t know what to believe, thus, deciding to spend my ‘so-called’ last hours whimpering under the covers in my apartment, praying that if there IS going to be rapture, the bright side will be that I wouldn’t have to deal with that project thatI have been procrastinating on was due this week.
But then, I woke up to a new, rapture-free, cloudy day instead.
I was disoriented and limp, but nonetheless, still alive.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and decided. I knew what I had to do—I needed to get my homework done.
So, here I was, two hours later, walking along the rows of endless shelves, trying not to get lost. I should’ve known, rapture or no rapture, if there was homework to be done, we were sure to survive.
I walked through rows of books pausing now and then to check the number slip in my hand.
I heard the opening and closing of a door in the distance. Hn, probably the librarian coming back from a coffee break.
My eyes were scanning the shelves for a particular red book- 'Economics and You- the Dumbass guide to better raping skills'; I was getting frustrated by the second when I still haven’t found the wretched thing.
I looked up the large windows- the whole library was pretty big for a small town. The walls had great wide shelves packed with a large assortment of books. Next to it were high windows that showed dark skies.
I was near one of them when a huge a gust of wind blew. Lighting struck and another sound of a distant door opening and closing. A loud crash from outside echoed throughout the halls and the lights went off.
Then, silence.
My hands shook as I scrambled to press myself against the nearest wall. My phobia of the dark was starting to get the better of me.
I was on the verge of tears when I heard movement from the next corridor. I curled myself into a ball, trying to fight off pathetic sounding whimpers that were starting to build up at the back of my throat. Just then, a voice...
"Hello? Hey, are you there, girl?” a whisper.
The librarian, maybe? But the voice seemed to be too young for that. I was about to reply when an unearthly shriek echoed throughout the old library.
‘F*CK What was that?!’ my mind screamed.
Visions of ghosts and psychopathic killers on the loose danced through my head. I shivered and curled deeper into my corner. I felt so pathetic and helpless, but I couldn't help it- I was scared as hell.
Hurried steps from where I heard the whisper, echoed. I clasped a hand over my mouth to keep quiet. Whoever was walking was doing so with purpose. Like they knew where they were going… and it seems like they’re going straight to where I was.
And, I for one, hoped that ‘whoever it was’ wouldn't be a killer or a mad man out for blood or something. I checked my pockets for a possible weapon… just in case. Rustle, rustle- an old bus ticket (why is that still here?), a chap stick (yeah, like that'll help) and a Kose Fasio Mascara (that I wasn't actually planning on using).
I closed my eyes as I felt the footsteps come closer. I held out the unscrewed mascara in the most threatening manner anyone can ever try to hold an instrument of beauty did.
The footsteps stopped in front of me.
"D-don't come near me!! I- I'm armed! ARMED I SAY!!" I stuttered out, swishing the deadly tip of the mascara deftly and whimpering pathetically.
"AHH!" a voice squealed as I felt my trusted weapon hit (or rather, grazed) flesh.
I knew it was human from the sound of the voice (of course, what else would it be. I’ve been watching too much horror movies). A girl. Probably around my age, if I were to take into account the candy-smelling cologne she was wearing. I peeked up and saw another student standing in front of me.
Her eyes were wide with shock at my unexpected attack. Trails of mascara were splashed on her uniform and on her face.
Oh god. What the hell am I doing?
For a moment, everything looked like some kind of one-shot gag; one that can probably put most of the Japan’s Combis to shame. My mouth fell open. I was about to apologize when the girl yanked me up and dragged me along as she strode through the large dark halls of the library and up the stairs to the second floor.
Where we were going puzzled me, but I let her haul me wherever. I was still, mainly, in shock.
She was mumbling to herself. A couple of seconds had already passed when I realized her mumbling was actually directed to me.
"..come on you lump... can't you go any faster??? It’s probably right behind us and you're taking all of your sweet time..."
I was as confused as ever. My hand was shaking now. I heard another far-off shriek from somewhere behind us and I whimpered some more, pathetically weeping and clutching tighter to the girl’s hand. We hid behind a large shelf near the second floor banister and I scuttled off to a corner.
She peeked from behind the banister to the floor bellow, trying to make-out some semblance of movement out in the dark. I heard footsteps... but there were something different about them, something… almost inhuman.
I heard someone (or something)'s footsteps pause just bellow the second floor banister where we hid. A squeak came out from my mouth and the girl shushed me.
After a few intense seconds, the sound of footsteps resumed. Another moment passed- I can clearly hear its odd movement on the tiled floor as it passed us- Click clickchhhhhh~. Click click chhhhh~. I shivered. We waited for what felt like hours.
I was shocked when I heard glass being smashed. A wail was heard and then…silence.
The girl sighed and collapsed beside me. I looked at her and thought that if I have met her this morning on the street, I would say that she was probably insane. Her hair was slightly messed up- a leaf sticking out from the back; in her hand she held a fishing rod, which was covered with, what looked like *shudders*,blood.
"Umm... what was that?" I managed croak out after a few minutes.
"That. THAT thing was following you all morning… and THAT thing was going to EAT YOU. Are you deaf? It was loudly dragging itself closer and closer to where you were standing!" she asked, rolling her eyes at my utter stupidity of failing to find out someone had me in mind for their dinner that night.
"Wh-what?"
"You obviously don't listen to the radio at all, do you?"
"........h-huh?" I answered intellectually.
"That was a ZOMBIE." she clarified, putting a hand on her hip and looking at me like a teacher trying to explain to a preschooler that no, glue was not part of the three main food groups.
"FYI- because you’ve probably been living under a rock these last few days-- Yesterday morning, there were reports of medicinal toxic waste being transported illegally overseas. The police caught the smugglers but the ship’s toxic contents were spilled and eventually got into the town’s water supply. The announcement was already too late- most of the town’s people have already been affected by the substance. It slowly kills the person by penetrating their organs and making their brain go haywire. In a sense, it makes them have ‘flesh-lust’. A lot have already been affected by it, just like that one right over there," she explained, pointing at another figure walking pass one of the windows of the library.
If she hadn’t pointed him out I would've assumed he was just another ordinary, albeit slightly sick looking, business man on his way to work at first glance. He was pale and he held his briefcase in a twitchy matter. He was a far cry from what I pictured a zombie would look like- no red eyes, no rotting flesh and no eyeball sticking out of its socket.
There were, however, smudges of blood around his mouth, his hands and his shirt. He moved a little slower than any normal person, his arms swaying limply at his side.
Yep, a zombie.
I started to panic.
"OHMYGAWD. What are we supposed to do?? Shouldn't we head to a- a- safe house or- or something like that??? THE RAPTURE!! IT’S TRUE!! HOGAWD. THE RAPTURE IS REAL!! WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!! W-WE DON'T EVEN HAVE ANY MEDICAL SUPPLIES. I NEED A DAMNED MACHINE GUN TO SURVIVE. I DEMAND A WEAPON!! A WEAPON I SAAAY! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIEEE!!" I flailed in horror like a chicken who got its head chopped off.
The girl rolled her eyes.
She turned around and put down the knapsack she was carrying, searching through it as I conditioned to rant. Rummaging through it for a while, I began to pray that maybe she’ll pull out a pistol or a flame thrower out of thin air. She stopped and clutched something in her hand. I caught the glimmer of something before she threw it to me.
I caught it and looked down.
"...a harmonica?"
"You want a weapon, there- I gave you a weapon. You can go be a pied piper and play some magical song to soothe the savage beast or something. And if that doesn't work, you can always chuck it at them.”
I looked at her as if expecting her to laugh out loud but she did no such thing. I wasn't sure if she was joking (or even sane) or not so I just pocketed the small silver instrument.
She peered out from our hiding place to see if the coast was clear. She looked back at me and raised an eyebrow.
"So... are you coming?" she asked, as if following a complete stranger was the most normal thing to do. I didn't know where exactly we were going or what we were supposed to do now that the town has obviously been taken over by flesh-eaters but, I decided to trust her. At least, for the moment.
I stood up shakily and followed. She took out a baby blue Nintendo DS from the pocket of her skirt.
"A make-shift watch,” she said as she noticed me staring at it. “I stole it from some small guy with a mole on his chin. Put up a good fight but got distracted when another guy walked pass. 'Think he was gay or something," she shrugged and pocketed her DS back.
I nodded dumbly and walked behind her, still a little unsure. We trekked the dark halls of the library and back down to the ground floor silently, jumpy at every unidentifiable sound we heard.
When we reached the back door I coughed a little trying to ease the awkward silence.
"So... um... nice... fishing rod."
She looked at me for a second and smirked. I twitched.
“So, umm… how do I… nnn...what’s you’re name?” I squeaked behind her.
“Lau- hmm… no, call me Yama-chan”
“Okay then. Yama-chan… I’m Kaze-chan. And…well, t-thank you.”
That was the start of our adventure in the land of the dirty and the undead. Neither of us knew what we were going to face nor where we were going but we had no other choice. At least we now had each other.
“So, where do we go now…?” I asked, unsure of how to bring up a conversation with a person I just met.
“There’s a med building that’s trying to help the ‘clean ones’. We head there.” No other explanation, just those words were said as she made a quick assessment of the empty field surrounding the library.
I nodded and thought it was for the best that I trust her. Before we could finally leave the building however, I heard rustling behind us and a furious voice calling out.
“YOU. GIVE ME BACK MY DS!!!”
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Dun dun!! LOL. So sue me, I was bored. At least I was kind of productive. :/
But as it is, it’s not. :c
Zombies are just no match for Tinker Bell’s awesome fairy dust.
JUST SAYING.
/end random narration
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UNTITLED ZOMBIE!ARASHI CRACK FIC OF EPIC PROPORTIONS
Rating: C for CRACK
Summary: They all laughed when someone said that the world was ending. They laughed even louder when the 21st came and went without a hitch. There was no holocaust, no WWIII, no famine… no excuse for the world to end at that very moment.
But what they didn’t know is that it had already started.
Can you stay alive without going mad? Can you still survive with six other people trying to drive you up the wall? Can you still manage to EXIST when all you have to rely on is a sleepy FISHERMAN, a cattish GAMER, an easily-excitable PET-LOVER, an accident-prone NEWS RESEARCHER, a sadistic PRIMA-DONNA and a mysterious girl wielding a blood-crusted FISHING ROD.
Will you be able to survive? CAN you survive?
(originally from
quartered's comment prompt. ILU, even though you probably won't read this. :)))May 22, 2011 (Sunday)
It was nothing (probably) less than destiny itself.
It was May 22. The day after the so-called ‘Rapture’, as the outly religious called it and, the ‘old-man-chalks-up-another-failed-end-of-the-world prediction-day’, to the rest of the world.
I honestly didn’t know what to believe, thus, deciding to spend my ‘so-called’ last hours whimpering under the covers in my apartment, praying that if there IS going to be rapture, the bright side will be that I wouldn’t have to deal with that project that
But then, I woke up to a new, rapture-free, cloudy day instead.
I was disoriented and limp, but nonetheless, still alive.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and decided. I knew what I had to do—I needed to get my homework done.
So, here I was, two hours later, walking along the rows of endless shelves, trying not to get lost. I should’ve known, rapture or no rapture, if there was homework to be done, we were sure to survive.
I walked through rows of books pausing now and then to check the number slip in my hand.
I heard the opening and closing of a door in the distance. Hn, probably the librarian coming back from a coffee break.
My eyes were scanning the shelves for a particular red book- 'Economics and You- the Dumbass guide to better raping skills'; I was getting frustrated by the second when I still haven’t found the wretched thing.
I looked up the large windows- the whole library was pretty big for a small town. The walls had great wide shelves packed with a large assortment of books. Next to it were high windows that showed dark skies.
I was near one of them when a huge a gust of wind blew. Lighting struck and another sound of a distant door opening and closing. A loud crash from outside echoed throughout the halls and the lights went off.
Then, silence.
My hands shook as I scrambled to press myself against the nearest wall. My phobia of the dark was starting to get the better of me.
I was on the verge of tears when I heard movement from the next corridor. I curled myself into a ball, trying to fight off pathetic sounding whimpers that were starting to build up at the back of my throat. Just then, a voice...
"Hello? Hey, are you there, girl?” a whisper.
The librarian, maybe? But the voice seemed to be too young for that. I was about to reply when an unearthly shriek echoed throughout the old library.
‘F*CK What was that?!’ my mind screamed.
Visions of ghosts and psychopathic killers on the loose danced through my head. I shivered and curled deeper into my corner. I felt so pathetic and helpless, but I couldn't help it- I was scared as hell.
Hurried steps from where I heard the whisper, echoed. I clasped a hand over my mouth to keep quiet. Whoever was walking was doing so with purpose. Like they knew where they were going… and it seems like they’re going straight to where I was.
And, I for one, hoped that ‘whoever it was’ wouldn't be a killer or a mad man out for blood or something. I checked my pockets for a possible weapon… just in case. Rustle, rustle- an old bus ticket (why is that still here?), a chap stick (yeah, like that'll help) and a Kose Fasio Mascara (that I wasn't actually planning on using).
I closed my eyes as I felt the footsteps come closer. I held out the unscrewed mascara in the most threatening manner anyone can ever try to hold an instrument of beauty did.
The footsteps stopped in front of me.
"D-don't come near me!! I- I'm armed! ARMED I SAY!!" I stuttered out, swishing the deadly tip of the mascara deftly and whimpering pathetically.
"AHH!" a voice squealed as I felt my trusted weapon hit (or rather, grazed) flesh.
I knew it was human from the sound of the voice (of course, what else would it be. I’ve been watching too much horror movies). A girl. Probably around my age, if I were to take into account the candy-smelling cologne she was wearing. I peeked up and saw another student standing in front of me.
Her eyes were wide with shock at my unexpected attack. Trails of mascara were splashed on her uniform and on her face.
Oh god. What the hell am I doing?
For a moment, everything looked like some kind of one-shot gag; one that can probably put most of the Japan’s Combis to shame. My mouth fell open. I was about to apologize when the girl yanked me up and dragged me along as she strode through the large dark halls of the library and up the stairs to the second floor.
Where we were going puzzled me, but I let her haul me wherever. I was still, mainly, in shock.
She was mumbling to herself. A couple of seconds had already passed when I realized her mumbling was actually directed to me.
"..come on you lump... can't you go any faster??? It’s probably right behind us and you're taking all of your sweet time..."
I was as confused as ever. My hand was shaking now. I heard another far-off shriek from somewhere behind us and I whimpered some more, pathetically weeping and clutching tighter to the girl’s hand. We hid behind a large shelf near the second floor banister and I scuttled off to a corner.
She peeked from behind the banister to the floor bellow, trying to make-out some semblance of movement out in the dark. I heard footsteps... but there were something different about them, something… almost inhuman.
I heard someone (or something)'s footsteps pause just bellow the second floor banister where we hid. A squeak came out from my mouth and the girl shushed me.
After a few intense seconds, the sound of footsteps resumed. Another moment passed- I can clearly hear its odd movement on the tiled floor as it passed us- Click clickchhhhhh~. Click click chhhhh~. I shivered. We waited for what felt like hours.
I was shocked when I heard glass being smashed. A wail was heard and then…silence.
The girl sighed and collapsed beside me. I looked at her and thought that if I have met her this morning on the street, I would say that she was probably insane. Her hair was slightly messed up- a leaf sticking out from the back; in her hand she held a fishing rod, which was covered with, what looked like *shudders*,blood.
"Umm... what was that?" I managed croak out after a few minutes.
"That. THAT thing was following you all morning… and THAT thing was going to EAT YOU. Are you deaf? It was loudly dragging itself closer and closer to where you were standing!" she asked, rolling her eyes at my utter stupidity of failing to find out someone had me in mind for their dinner that night.
"Wh-what?"
"You obviously don't listen to the radio at all, do you?"
"........h-huh?" I answered intellectually.
"That was a ZOMBIE." she clarified, putting a hand on her hip and looking at me like a teacher trying to explain to a preschooler that no, glue was not part of the three main food groups.
"FYI- because you’ve probably been living under a rock these last few days-- Yesterday morning, there were reports of medicinal toxic waste being transported illegally overseas. The police caught the smugglers but the ship’s toxic contents were spilled and eventually got into the town’s water supply. The announcement was already too late- most of the town’s people have already been affected by the substance. It slowly kills the person by penetrating their organs and making their brain go haywire. In a sense, it makes them have ‘flesh-lust’. A lot have already been affected by it, just like that one right over there," she explained, pointing at another figure walking pass one of the windows of the library.
If she hadn’t pointed him out I would've assumed he was just another ordinary, albeit slightly sick looking, business man on his way to work at first glance. He was pale and he held his briefcase in a twitchy matter. He was a far cry from what I pictured a zombie would look like- no red eyes, no rotting flesh and no eyeball sticking out of its socket.
There were, however, smudges of blood around his mouth, his hands and his shirt. He moved a little slower than any normal person, his arms swaying limply at his side.
Yep, a zombie.
I started to panic.
"OHMYGAWD. What are we supposed to do?? Shouldn't we head to a- a- safe house or- or something like that??? THE RAPTURE!! IT’S TRUE!! HOGAWD. THE RAPTURE IS REAL!! WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!! W-WE DON'T EVEN HAVE ANY MEDICAL SUPPLIES. I NEED A DAMNED MACHINE GUN TO SURVIVE. I DEMAND A WEAPON!! A WEAPON I SAAAY! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIEEE!!" I flailed in horror like a chicken who got its head chopped off.
The girl rolled her eyes.
She turned around and put down the knapsack she was carrying, searching through it as I conditioned to rant. Rummaging through it for a while, I began to pray that maybe she’ll pull out a pistol or a flame thrower out of thin air. She stopped and clutched something in her hand. I caught the glimmer of something before she threw it to me.
I caught it and looked down.
"...a harmonica?"
"You want a weapon, there- I gave you a weapon. You can go be a pied piper and play some magical song to soothe the savage beast or something. And if that doesn't work, you can always chuck it at them.”
I looked at her as if expecting her to laugh out loud but she did no such thing. I wasn't sure if she was joking (or even sane) or not so I just pocketed the small silver instrument.
She peered out from our hiding place to see if the coast was clear. She looked back at me and raised an eyebrow.
"So... are you coming?" she asked, as if following a complete stranger was the most normal thing to do. I didn't know where exactly we were going or what we were supposed to do now that the town has obviously been taken over by flesh-eaters but, I decided to trust her. At least, for the moment.
I stood up shakily and followed. She took out a baby blue Nintendo DS from the pocket of her skirt.
"A make-shift watch,” she said as she noticed me staring at it. “I stole it from some small guy with a mole on his chin. Put up a good fight but got distracted when another guy walked pass. 'Think he was gay or something," she shrugged and pocketed her DS back.
I nodded dumbly and walked behind her, still a little unsure. We trekked the dark halls of the library and back down to the ground floor silently, jumpy at every unidentifiable sound we heard.
When we reached the back door I coughed a little trying to ease the awkward silence.
"So... um... nice... fishing rod."
She looked at me for a second and smirked. I twitched.
“So, umm… how do I… nnn...what’s you’re name?” I squeaked behind her.
“Lau- hmm… no, call me Yama-chan”
“Okay then. Yama-chan… I’m Kaze-chan. And…well, t-thank you.”
That was the start of our adventure in the land of the dirty and the undead. Neither of us knew what we were going to face nor where we were going but we had no other choice. At least we now had each other.
“So, where do we go now…?” I asked, unsure of how to bring up a conversation with a person I just met.
“There’s a med building that’s trying to help the ‘clean ones’. We head there.” No other explanation, just those words were said as she made a quick assessment of the empty field surrounding the library.
I nodded and thought it was for the best that I trust her. Before we could finally leave the building however, I heard rustling behind us and a furious voice calling out.
“YOU. GIVE ME BACK MY DS!!!”
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Dun dun!! LOL. So sue me, I was bored. At least I was kind of productive. :/