Thread: High School of the Dead: The Decent into Darkness Chronicles (Wingshadow and Mech)

S-souji-kun? Hitomi's eyes shifted between the man on the ground and her student which had not simply defended her fiance but beaten the man bloody, I... I'm fine... Like heck she was fine. By now anyone could tell that the social structure was clearly spiraling out of control, themselves drawn along with it. Thanks, Souji-kun, Tomoki accepted the gun with a thankful nod, I was hoping you would back me up. He gasped as his leg started to throb again, the sudden and aggressive use prompting it to cramp. Hitomi finally snapped back and helped hold him up again, while the other man lay motionless upon the road. She looked over at Souji for a brief moment, half with wonder as to how efficiently and brutally he had beaten the man half with thankfulness for saving Tomoki's life. He was different from what she could have imagined, not just a punk with a taste for breaking rules and skipping classes without giving a thought to other people. He had a drive, one could say he was compelled even, to every thing that he did or said... That much she knew. Was it the situation that drew his true form to light, or was he changing, adapting to the situation as he needed to? Hitomi couldn't say for sure, but the more she thought about it the more it worried her. What about herself? Was she so much different? A cold shiver ran down her spine but she forced herself to trudge on regardless... leaving the unconscious man to the arms of fate. ---- About an hour later, they approached the gates of Tomoki and Hitomi's house. As she had said, it sported wide hardwood doors and a tall, thick privacy wall that ran around the parameter of the house. Unless the dead found some way of flying, they would be hard pressed to get inside... at least in the numbers in which they now had. Hitomi edged Tomoki toward the control pannel, and he quickly pulled out his ID card and scanned it through the pad. There was a low groaning sound and the wooden doors slowly turned on their hinges, revealing a reasonably cozy traditional-looking house nestled beside tall trees. Get inside quickly the doors close by themselves, Hitomi informed them as she led them to the front door and into the livingroom. She set Tomoki down on the couch and propped up his leg to help ease the swelling then hurried about the house turning on some lights. It had a simple interior, based off a more western pattern than one would think from its exterior appearance, with a dining table and chairs in the kitchen across from the living room, a guest room down the hall, and the master bedroom upstairs. We haven't officially moved in yet, Tomoki explained the lack of much furniture other than the couches and tables, but try to relax and make yourselves at home. There shouldn't be any of them in here. Hitomi walked back into the living room, having taken off her blood-soaked shirt and set it to rince in the kitchen sink. She sat down beside Tomoki's head and began running her hands through his hair, smiling. H-hitomi! Tomoki protested, nearly banging his injured foot against the arm of the couch in the process upon seeing his fiance without her shirt on, What the devil are you doing? Its alright, isn't it? Hitomi pressed her bra-bound breasts up slightly with her arms in a flirtatious manner. Like heck it is! I don't have any other shirts here... We had not moved in our clothes yet, remember? Just wear mine then! Hitomi burst out laughing, tears of held in stress rolling down her cheeks as she struggled to keep a hold of herself.