Zombies flooded the outdoor fields, from as far as Sakiko’s sapphire blue eyes could see. The young girl placed a hand to her chest, listening to it pound away, faster than the beat of a tribal drum, as her fear cemented her feet to the ground. She stood there for a moment, utterly frozen with fear — but the zombies were approaching, with dead eyes and long, slack-jawed mouths that hungered for her flesh. Saki took a deep breath, before turning on heel and taking off, back towards the inside of the school: at least there would be people there: hopefully survivors,<em>someone</em>, just to prove that not everyone had died in this horrific attack.<br/><br/>Saki was probably the most agile person she knew, but, given that she could be quite conceited about her abilities, such an opinion was most likely filled with bias. However, such skills made it all that easier to zoom and zip down the hallways, pushing zombies out of her way, kicking them, tripping them, so she wouldn’t have to deal with the undead getting in her way. For a brief moment, she wished she had a weapon of some sorts… like a gun, wouldn’t that be ideal to have in this situation? In all the zombie video-games she had played, one quick shot to the head was all it needed to kill a zombie. Quick, efficient, and it didn’t bloody her hands, or her feet…<br/><br/>She was in the school now, taking quick, short breaths as she raced through the halls, her headphone still blaring loud screamo music in her eardrums. Hell if Saki had time to turn it down, even during a zombie attack… However loud her music was, however, that didn’t stop her from hearing a life-saving announcement blare over the intercom.<br/><br/><em>“Attention anyone who is alive... The school is currently being over run by zombies... Defend yourselves, or die... To those who can make it, go to the male shower block C... And wait in the showers. Do not lock the doors… There are different objects and padding in the lockers and equipment cases.”</em><br/><br/>A human voice! Sweet heaven, maybe there was a god, after all. Despite everything, Saki grinned, turning swiftly down the corridor. She was going to be okay, things were going to be fine… She wasn’t going to end up like the kids whose bodies now decorated the school’s hallways, nor the teachers, whose flesh had been consumed by the hungry creatures. Saki thought while looking up and around her surroundings, taking in the bloodstained walls, the malcontent cries that rang through the school… Hadn’t this place been so peaceful not too long ago? Hadn’t she just skipped class to hide out in the bathroom, like she always did?<br/><br/>How could everything change so quickly?<br/><br/>At least she had finally made it… to Block C.<br/><br/>Block C welcomed her home, and Saki, who had never been in the male locker room before (for obvious reasons) stopped, catching her breath, while looking about, hoping the survivors would be here soon. She looked down at her hands, and saw they were stained with the blood of the zombies she had pushed out of her way, while racing down the corridors. She winced at it, about to wipe it on her shirt, but figured that wasn’t a good idea. Cringing, she wrinkling her brow, trying not to get too overwhelmed at her situation.