<strong>"This...this is..."</strong>he stared ahead, swallowing down a large lump dwelling within his throat.  He removed the cell phone from his ear and closed it in disbelief,<strong>"...all emergency channels...are busy!?"</strong>He simply couldn't believe it.  When you couldn't call 911, just who were you going to call?  Closing his cell phone with a brief *click* he shoved it back into his pocket and looked at the person, or rather the thing Miss. Tanaka had become.  He could see nothing but death and insanity in her eyes.<em>"It's like something out of a damn zombie movie!"</em>he thought to himself, taking a few steps back.  Soon enough he felt his wrist being yanked along as he was pulled into a run with Anko.<br/><br/>Just a few moments ago she had been sleeping, and he had been there to warn her about missing class.  How had it all turned into this bedlam?  He ran with Anko, although the teen had no clue exactly where they were running to.  It seemed all around him several others had similar ideas.<strong>"I'm going I'm going...but where are we going!?"</strong>he yelled back at Anko as they ran, before noticing the sheer amount of brutalized and bleeding figures pouring in through the front gate,<strong>"Oh shit...not through the front gate, that's for sure!"</strong>As they ran he felt something creating a conflicting force with Anko.  Turning back he observed...Miss Tanaka!<em>"No way..."</em>he thought.  Spinning out of Anko's grip he pushed the throat-less instructor away before reflexively jabbing the end of his yumi at her.  With a loud, wet, sloppy sound, the end of his yumi slid from it's cloth wrapping into the hole of Miss Tanaka's neck and out the back.  Naoki couldn't help but stare in wide-eyed disbelief as she reached forward to grip the lengthy piece of bamboo, but he just as soon wrenched his yumi back and drove his foot into her gut, causing her to stumble slightly as a fresh river of sludge poured from her aggravated neck wound.<br/><br/>Whipping the length of his yumi around like a bo staff, the bamboo flexed as it soared through the air, striking Miss Tanaka in the side of the head.  The sheer force from the whip-like piece of bamboo caused her left eye to rocket from her skull like some sort of meaty projectile.  A flood of blood and other indeterminable fluids, possibly brain material accompanied the sickening *pop* of her ocular removal.  With a bit of a twitch, her body fell to the ground.  It was over in literally a second, but it felt like he had struggled for his life for an hour.  Turning back to Anko he re-gripped her hand and continued running.<em>"If I'm going to die...at least I got to look cool in front of a hot girl just once..."</em>he reasoned, a lame attempt to cure some of the sickening fear from his body.