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Souji Seta and the Zombie Apocalypse [1/?]
Thursday, October 13th, Lunchtime. Weather: Sunny.
Who would’ve thought that Mystery Food X would’ve caused this?They gathered up on the roof, enjoying lunch, when Yukiko offered everyone to try her latest recipe. Everyone immediately declined
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anonymous
May 20 2012, 13:22:28 UTC
Souji Seta and the Zombie Apocalypse [2/?]Everyone appeared relieved as the two left, heading towards the second-year hall. Hanako stood there, swallowing down another stick of a chicken leg. She looked up as Yukiko approached, licking her lips as a skeptical expression crossed her face. “What
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anonymous
May 31 2012, 20:01:08 UTC
Souji Seta and the Zombie Apocalypse [3.5/?]
Before getting an answer, he smeared the ointment, hearing his Senpai hiss. It must hurt, yet the guy wasn’t showing any sign (aside from the small sheen of sweat) of pain until the ointment touched the bite. Regardless, he applied more, though he couldn’t tell if it was helping. He gave up on the ointment and pulled out the bandages, wrapping a length of it around the bite, making it as tight as he could. Some blood seeped through the white, so he added a bit more, fastening it with a quick knot.
“Better?” he asked, rising and giving Souji a hand.
“Thanks,” he replied, grimacing. “Still, Naoki, get out of here. I’m not,” he added quickly, “giving you a pass. Staying here will only kill you. Get the rest of your family, pack your bags, leave Inaba until I’m able to figure something out.”
“You’re . . .” Staying behind, even though you could die? “. . . an idiot.” Naoki picked up one half of the golf club and impaled a zombie through its mouth, the end sticking out through the back of
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Souji Seta and the Zombie Apocalypse [1/?]
Thursday, October 13th, Lunchtime. Weather: Sunny.
Who would’ve thought that Mystery Food X would’ve caused this?They gathered up on the roof, enjoying lunch, when Yukiko offered everyone to try her latest recipe. Everyone immediately declined ( ... )
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Before getting an answer, he smeared the ointment, hearing his Senpai hiss. It must hurt, yet the guy wasn’t showing any sign (aside from the small sheen of sweat) of pain until the ointment touched the bite. Regardless, he applied more, though he couldn’t tell if it was helping. He gave up on the ointment and pulled out the bandages, wrapping a length of it around the bite, making it as tight as he could. Some blood seeped through the white, so he added a bit more, fastening it with a quick knot.
“Better?” he asked, rising and giving Souji a hand.
“Thanks,” he replied, grimacing. “Still, Naoki, get out of here. I’m not,” he added quickly, “giving you a pass. Staying here will only kill you. Get the rest of your family, pack your bags, leave Inaba until I’m able to figure something out.”
“You’re . . .” Staying behind, even though you could die? “. . . an idiot.” Naoki picked up one half of the golf club and impaled a zombie through its mouth, the end sticking out through the back of ( ... )
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