Z-Academy Grounds

Fiacre was tired. Very, tired. Nevertheless, he had to start up the academy's new year, new start and new arc! He sighed as he positioned his dark, glossy officer cap onto his soft red hair. As he stood up, he patted the dust off the back of his pants, and walked up to his door. Pulling on the collar of his uniform, he watched as dust flew off, and looked at it, disgusted. Sighing, he said, "These old uniforms are disgusting...how long have they been sitting underneath the academy?". He looked at the picture of Chief Headmaster Erik Kreutzer (See "Z Academy"), and pouted at him. "An year younger than me....kid doesn't know how to treat his elders". Delicately, he picked up his white ceremonial gloves and started to pull them into place. Looking back at his room, he opened the door with a steady motion, and quickly closed it.

Almost immediately, a group of Slayers had arranged themselves into place. "We're here to take you to the auditorium, sir!", one of the soldiers in the front row declared. Nodding his head, Fiacre replied, "Yeah, yeah...I could've managed on my own, but if you insist". Following along with the large group, he headed towards the backdoor of the stage. In front of him, he could see that the auditorium was large, yet only half the seats were filled. Grimacing at the sight, he asked the closest guard, "This is it?". The guard, looking back at the sheet in front of him, he nodded. "That's all sir". Letting out a big puff of breath, he quietly noted, "That brat has got to be kidding me...only sending me like, 800 units. I'd require at least 2000 so it could run smoothly". Looking back at the thought, he restated, "And then again...I should thank him for sending me that much. It's probably not the least, but the most I can get".

Fiacre slowly walked up to the stand, and looked at the large pool and litter of freshman and students. He carefully tapped the mic to make sure it was working, and placed a sheet in front of him. "Welcome to Sector Two! This is another institute and academy nearby the main Z Academy. In here, we will be learning exactly what we learn in the main facility; Survival, Slaying, Intelligence, etc. All these subjects will lead you on your path to survival and resistance against the undead. Now, I know and can see that we have a few soldiers, but I like that. You guys will all be expected to study to your hardest and never forget anything important!". Pacing back, he raised his hand towards a buff, tough looking woman. "I am honored. I'd like to introduce to you all, General Katrina Milan. We are lucky, to have such a dedicated, excellent teacher in this facility! And as of now by the order of the Chief Headmaster, General Katrina Milan will be promoted into a Marshal! Please, all of you, give her a round of applause!". The crowd applauded. Even if the facility held only 800 people, the cheering and applause was loud. Fiacre could've sworn they had just attracted a mass of DIOCs (Dead with Infection on Contact). Raising his hand to silence them, Fiacre moved on. "You will all be here for a total of 4 years! That's enough to teach you, pack you up, and get you out of this academy! Now, I'm pretty sure you're all wondering why we're going to kick you out? Well, if I had to give it a case, it's because we need space for more freshman, so that they can also learn and survive. Of course, if you graduate, you will also be given a choice to stay in the resistance corps. But be warned; your condition of living will be overcome with grief and stress. You will be forced to risk your life in combat, and even possibly die from orders". The crowd chattered at that. It definitely caught their attention. Having such danger after their years of learning? They didn't like it, but they agreed to it already, so it was too late. "Finally, I want to give you something to inspire you all. To be generous and also cautious at the same time, I have breached some of the codes of conducts, and have crossed an important law; Weapons will be prohibited on school grounds and must not be held by Recruits and Trainees. Well, to hell with that!". Fiacre gripped his desk. "Humanity doesn't have much time left! We all need to ensure that our species will survive against those...things. So, I will present to all of you, a weapon of your choice. No, no, no...we won't have bullshit like scythes or whatever the fuck your imagination will immediately go to. It's all standard and primary choices!. Relaxing his arms a bit, Fiacre dropped back a bit. "Now, your homeroom teachers will be explaining the system and all about the academy before we move onto the subjects. I expect a lot from you all, and will be expecting more". Turning back, Fiacre started to walk away. He quickly stopped, and turned. "Oh. By the way..". Grinning evilly at the next words that were about to come out, Fiacre said, "If I see any of you pulling guns or whatever shit on each other, I will find you, trap you, and pierce holes throughout your whole body". Turning back again, he chuckled. "La vie n'est pas juste".

Quickly arriving back at the office, he looked at the servant. "C-comment cela? Je ne croisais pas que je dois faire ca une autre fois....J'ai deja dit que je ne suis pas bon avec les groupes grandes et forts" ("H-how was that? I can't believe I have to go through that again...I already told you that I'm not good with large, loud groups"). The servant lifted his head. "You did great, sir Fiacre. Most honorable and amazing". Sighing. Fiacre sat down onto his leather chair. He turned it around once, and wondered how the students were doing.

In the sea of freshmen a single blonde seemed to stand out. As all the rest gasped and shivered in their pants he sat there, slouched down, elbows on his knees and palms pressed together, motionless. He did not clap, nor did he mummer with the person behind him. He just stayed still the entire speech. The person next to him had accidentally bumped his shoulder causing him to snap his eyes open and looked around him frantically. "I was praying," He began to explain himself but stopped seeing the look on the other's face. Yes ladies and gentle men, Prince Matthew Sebastian had fallen asleep during the head master's speech. The perfect example of a soldier and model student.

But who could blame him? He spent the night before unpacking and organizing his few belongings in his own bunk. He also had trouble getting out of bed, he was so use to sharing a thin bumpy and uncomfortable mattress, he forgot how roomy and soft a bed could be. Until this moment he could still imagine his bed all alone and calling from him to be used.

He gave a large yawn and ran a hand through his golden locks as he looked up at the stage. At least he didn't sleep through the entire speech. I was able to hear the red head abolish the rules on deadly weapons. "Is that a smart choice?" He asked himself as he sat back on the uncomfortable metal chair. How long have they been sitting? How long are they expected to sit? He couldn't help but wonder if all the other students' butts were aching like his. His left brow arched upwards hearing the consequences of firing a gun at another student. Tough it seemed like an empty threat, he had to remind himself that he was now in a military school. And when an official says he'll cut you if you don't wash the dishes he will do it, the scar on his shoulder blade was proof of that. "Who knew the French could be so violent?" The young man chuckled to himself as he folded his arms over his chest. Don't get him wrong he respected the man and his authority, he just gave an innocent observation and a mental note to never get on his bad side.

When the headmaster left the stage Prince decided to stay on his seat. He watched the stage for a while wondering if another headmaster would talk or if a teacher would make an announcement. He shut his eyes and knotted his face thoughtfully debating if it was alright to leave or not. As he debated in his mind, his head began to nod once...twice and one last time before finally dropped as though he was looking at his lap. Once more Prince has fallen asleep. With his arm folded and leg over the other the head of the student council had slipped into dream land despite the uncomfortable position.

His prey was near. The Beast could smell the sweet aroma of human blood, which dripped from a wound he himself had caused. The sent lead The Creature to a small room that held broken down mechanical parts. The oil almost over powered the sent of blood. But luckily The Beast had excellent vision and could spot the huddled form of his prey in the corner. He sunk low to the ground and inched towards the human. A growl escaped his lips and the human jumped in fear. A wicked grin grew upon The Beasts face, and he lunged.


Carrie's eyes raised from the printed words on her book in time to see the people near her break into loud clapping. Her eye twitched in annoyance at the echoing noise. Slowly it died down and Carrie could focus on the people on the stage. Her gaze rested on the man talking, dressed in some uniform and wearing a hat that rested atop red hair slightly brighter then her own.

Most of his words didn't interest Carrie, but at the subject of weapons she perked up. She thought of her own weapons, stuffed into her locker far away. Her fingers itched to hold the cold metal of her twin pistols, and the hilt of her long blade. The people around her seemed excited also. Carrie couldn't help but wonder what weapons they had.

As the man began to leave Carrie stuffed her book into the bag that rested at her feet and popped her neck. When she stood she could see a few rows down a student sleeping. She chuckled. At least I'm not the only distracted one. She paused. I guess I have to wake him up. No one else seems to care.
Shouldering her bag Carrie moved towards the sleeping student. She poked him in the shoulder, but true to her nature said nothing.

"This is why I wasn't going to go to school but I promise mom.." He said with a faint smile as he listen to the head give his speech he took notes as best as he could he looked over at the so call president sleeping " Tch so call president " he said with a small laugh as the head master left he gather his stuff and began walking he saw the girl trying to wake the president up " Here let me help " he said as he kick the chair making the president fall he laugh a little and extended his hand "sorry I just though I should give god a break from all your praying " he waited for the president to either yell or take his hand with a smile on his face.

The Headmasters speech was over finally, Cathy thought. She saw two kids standing by the now awake president, Maybe I should go over there, she thought. But before I even took three steps I heard groans and banging from outside. Zombies oh my god they are here, at the school. The cheering and appluase from earlier must have alerted them, Cathy thought. I must tell the Headmaster. I sprinted into the hallway and but couldn't find his office. Ugh I though I should have taken that tour earlier, I said queitly. I ran back to the auditorium but before I could warn the others I tripped on one of my untied shoe laces. Why am I so clumsy, I thought before hitting the cold hard floor. I got up and kept running until I reached the three students talking quietly about something. Well actually the girl didnt say anything just the two guys. I ran up to them and asked them *Do you guys hear zombies outside?* They looked at me and said

Carrie waited with both an amused and confused expression. All she tried to do was wake the sleeping guy. She bit her lip. Isn't that the president? Wow, sleeping during the headmaster speech. Good role model. Wait. I read during it. Carrie let out a sigh that was so quiet the other most likely couldn't hear. Tightening her grip on her bag she turned to leave and nearly collided with another student. Carrie shot her an annoyed look and started to walk away when she spoke.

Carrie froze and tuned back to the girl. Outside? Shit. She thought. Carrie glanced to the two boys and wished she had her weapon. She gazed at the president, head tilted slightly and stared with a questioning gaze. She'd hear what he'd have to say before doing or say anything.

" Relax there is steel door between them and us besides our weapon room isn't far if anything happen we could hide there " He said with as smile as he pushed his glasses up and smile " Shigura Yukito a pleasure to meet you " He said extending his hands " If you girls would like the far end of the yard is quiet since zombies don't get close to that place without getting shot " He said and waited for them to introduce themselves and the president to get up still he chuckle thinking of his early actions.

Ceil's peaceful slumber was rudely interrupted by the laws of gravity. His head slammed against the concrete floor causing wince. "O-ow..." He murmured as he tried to keep his composure. His eyes finally opened and he saw nothing but the ceiling. He blinked a few times and waited for his vision to return. The President looked up to see two faces, one he recognized to be part of the student council. Goody... He thought to himself in pure sarcasm. We have ourselves a class clown, bravo. His eyes then turned to the other face, perhaps she was the one who poked him. "I wasn't praying that time..." He mumbled to himself as he rubbed the back of his his head wincing slightly as he thought of an excuse. "I was simply thinking of what to do next." It was partly true, it just so happened he had fallen asleep during his train of thought. "Next time I'd appreciate it if you more gentle." He sighed as he sat up right and sat like a pretzel like what most children would do.

His blue eyes turned to the new female. He grew silent and tried to listen to his surroundings. He could definitely hear them outside. Unlike most he has grown accustomed to the groans and moans of the undead. He said nothing at first as he saw the redheaded girl look down at him. It took him a while to realize that she was awaiting his order or at least his decision on what to do with the situation. He would have smirked, stood and told student body to ready themselves for battle. He would have ordered them into position and stood from command ready to take action. He would have screamed and ordered them to charge and lead them to victory.

But he didn't. He wasn't going to be a false hero and lead the students into their death. Most of them were freshmen and what the hell did they know? The most they knew was probably how to pull a trigger and that's not ever enough to survive out there. They were far safer in the walls then out of it. He wasn't going to be stupid and pretend that he was in an anime or some stupid movie.

"I'll go tell the head master." He sighed as he stood up. "Don't do anything stupid, you'll be dead in an instant." He smirked sadistically as he walked down the hall in search for the head master's office. Once he made it to the door he gave it few knocks with his knuckles. "Sir?" Prince said from behind the door. "I'm sorry to bother you, but it seems there are Zombies outside and the students think they should take them on. What form of action should we take?"

The president was more than likely lying about not being asleep. Carrie could see he was tired so she couldn't really blame him. As hr moved to go to the headmaster Carrie turned to the boy who knocked him out of the chair.Does he think I'm some kind of helpless girl? Her eyes narrowed before moving to the other girl. She seemed scared before so Carrie sent her a warm look. Or at least as warm as she could manage.

" Do anything stupid what the hell doest he think we are helpless babies going outside would be suicide " He said as he look at the president the look he gave him was the one everyone use to give him looking down on him because of what his father did, he got angry and look away " Mmph I'm not going to stand under you for long I'm going to rid the world of zombies you just watch " He yelled as the president left he started walking away he look at the girl who didn't look a him kindly either " Nice to meet you anyway Carrie is it ? " He continued walking the third girl didn't look at him that way so at least he knew he wasn't completely hated just yet but he didn't care he wasn't one to make friends all he wanted was to accomplish his promise.

Carries eyes snapped away from the girl to look at the boy speaking. She growled and stomped after him. He didn't get more than halfway across the room before Carrie grabbed his shoulder and forced him not to gently to look at her.

'How do you know my name?' She asked, speaking for the first time in what seemed like ages. Her voice sounded small to her and harsh like it hadn't been used. Which of course of hadn't.

" I just read your mind" He said smiling when she didnt laugh he continued" I pay attention first day we all had to be introduced remember I doubt any of you remember " He said freeing his shoulder from her hand " Any other questions perhaps?" He said his hand on his pockets his glasses half way down his nose " If not then I will take my leave I got to study so jerks like that dont look down on me " He said his gaze a little lost remembering how he was treated sure his friends were kind but a bunch of priest have to love you is the word of god everyone else just look at him with hate, something that hurt him and made him realize if he was to be acknowledge for the right reason then he needed to defeat the zombies and the people who created the disease also had to pay.

She let her hand fall and took a step back. 'W-what ever..' God her voice was scratchy. Had she really not spoken in so long? Carrie put a hand to her to her throat and a flash of worry spread across her face. She hoped it wouldn't last long.

Carrie gazed at the boy who seemed lost in memories. 'Jerks? I doubt they'd pick you Yukito. She knew of the bullies at this school, and Yukito didn't seem the the type they'd choose.

*What to do what to do* Cathy thought. While the other students were bickering Cathy slipped out of the room and leaned against the wall to think. *I am not going to be helpless* Cathy thought so she jogged quickley over to her locker and pulled out three knifes. two knifes were short military bayonets each with their own sheaths. She attached these two knifes to her wrists so she could pull them out with ease if something went wrong. The third knife was her favorite. The Ka Bar, a knife used in WW2 by the U.S Marine corps. It has a 7 inch bowie type blade, a leather handle with a steel but cap. she had a special sheath made for it so it could be hidden in her boot. As she was grabbing her M1911 she stopped *these knifes should be good enough, guns were too loud and I don't have much ammo left* so she put the gun back closed her locked and walked back to the auditorium.

" So I take it no question " He said with a small smile and look at her for a little while she was pretty he hadn't notices " Well I got a question for you please I want to hear a sincere answer if you would " He smiled and looked at her puzzle face he knew she didnt understand his drive and why he felt he needed to prove himself " What drives you why come to the academy and what are you going to do when you graduate " He said his face was blank but warm he love to hear her answer because it mean he would learn the others reasons and would give it his all to match those drives and deliver. He pushed his glasses up and smile waiting for the answer putting his hands back on his pockets. As he waited for answer he notice the third girl " oi you dont want to do that the head master will have your head we are safe here so please put those weapons back " He said with a nervously face as he knew how cruel the head master could be if anyone broke the rules

She sighed and moved her gaze to the ground.Why does he want to know my reasoning? How does it apply to him? Carrie cleared her throat and spoke the best she could. 'I'm.. following in foot steps.' She blinked at him. She wouldn't reveal who she was following but her answer was truth enough. Carrie coughed and motioned for him to give him answer to the question.

" I want to undo something " He responded the same vague way she had with a smile " Thanks for the honesty " he closed his eyes and smiled walking over to Cathy " please I beg of you if don't put those down we'll all get into trouble, trust me I love nothing more than kick ass and kill those zombies but this isn't the time for it " He said as he carefully try to lower the weapons she was carrying he had already though of what if she shot and was ready to minimise the risk of any injury for both of their sake.

Carrie looked on on confusion as Yukito moved away. He walked to the girl and placed a hand on her weapon. Carrie's eyes narrowed and she followed, putting her own hand on Yukito's shoulder. 'D-didn't you hear? The headmaster said we could have weapons.' Her icy glare was kinda put down by her cracking voice, but Carrie glared harder willing him to move.

*Carrie is right the headmaster told us we are allowed to carry our weapons.* * I have no intention of huring anyone besides the zombies* *If you were smart you might have grabbed at least one weapon, better safe then sorry* Cathy said.

" Yeah standard weapons not go nuts over it, plus what are you going to do with those go outside trust me if something that came out of the presidents mouth was useful was the advice to no go outside " He paused and shower her his two 9ml and his katana on his back " I'm as ready as I'll ever be but" He said as he remove his shoulder from her hand again " Listen Cathy you must be worry about the zombies I get it I want to be able to do something"He pushed his glasses up and look at Carrie " My glasses protect me against those kind of mean looks " he said with a smile " Lets go i'll show you why all this armament is not needed " He said as he motions for them to follow him as he was going to show them the guards and the turrets station in the school the headmaster was not fool " If this doesnt convince you then ill leave you two alone " he said with a smile.

* I don't care if this place has top notch security, breaches are possible and if so i want to be able to defend myself and others* Cathy said sternly. *I'll go with you, but only because I want to stretch my legs*

" The only zombies we'll be facing will be the headmaster test but i'll take it c'mon " He started to walk his hand not far from gun he had a bad feelings about this walk maybe it wasnt such a bad a idea to go guns balzing just this time he love the idea of being able to prove he wasn't no push over either " Hey Cathy tell me why did you join the academy and what are you going to do when you graduate " He said as they enter the back corridors of the school school an eerie feeling came over it was almost enough to send chills ones spine he smiled and his hands caress the guns handles he smiled watched ahead.

When I graduate im either going to stay here and help out or....... Why am I telling him this. Why does he want to know.Cathy thought looking at his smiling face. Im just going to stay here Cathy said queitly staring at her shoes. What are you going to do when you graduate She said changing the subject. And when did you get that gun she asked confused. Did he have it in the auditorium and if so why was he complaing that i had my knifes Cathy thought. They reached the end of the corridor and Cathy stood there waiting for his anwser.

" Me ? I'm going to travel a bit and help the research team find a cure if we were in the old world you could say I would have been a doctor " He said with a smile pushing up his glasses. " Hey sorry about sounding like a stick in the mud with your weapons but I was just looking out for ya, but you don't need me to do that I'm sorry what do you say friends ?" He stop and turn around extending his hand to her smiling he wasnt a bad guy he just cared or the people around him. Even though he was with his back to the end of the corridor he was alert in any case as he waited for her response he was never too careless as to completely be ignoring his senses.

As they spoke Carrie couldn't help but notice the weapons they had. Suddenly she remembered she didn't have her own. Motioning ffor them to stay still for a second Carrie walked to her locker which was across the hall. It opened easily and she grabbed both pistols and blade. Making sure they were attached tightly she slammed the locker shut and returned to the two.