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"Son of a bitch!" Takeo yelled, backing up from a persistent flesh-eater, with a surprisingly thick skull. "You scratched!" he yelled again, smashing the zombie in the face with his weapon. "My fucking!" he yelled, continuing to bash the zombie's brains in. "GUITAR!" he finished, the annoying undead laying on the ground, it's head now a fine paste. Satisfied with himself, he brushed zombie grey matter off of the arm of his jacket, slinging the guitar over his shoulder.

He had been to the parking lot, and rescued a couple survivors there, after which he went to the pool, but he didn't enter, because of the high volume of zombies, and he didn't want to face that many of the walking dead without back up. He was now making his way to the greenhouse.

He was walking fairly briskly strumming a tune on the ol' zombie killer when he spotted a group, flag-shipped by what he recognized as Hayashi-san's trademark blue hair. With her, he saw Sam Shepard, an American exchange student who he'd partied with a couple of time, and had taken quite a liking to, and Aika Chinen, a rather ditzy boy who he'd shared a couple classes with. He also noticed two other boys that he didn't recognize right away.

"So Hayashi-San, I see you've put together quite a merry bunch of zombie slayers." he said, approaching the group with a grin.