On a desolate street, amidst the mindless shuffle of the undead, a silent flash of prismatic light disrupted the gloom. A circular gate of swirling colors materialized from the air, and a single figure stepped calmly out onto the cracked asphalt. As quickly as it had come, the gate winked out of existence, leaving no trace.
Son Goku looked around at the shambling corpses that now turned toward this new disturbance, and a wide, exhilarated grin spread across his face. "Zombies… So I really did make it to Highschool of the Dead!"
Out of curiosity, he raised a hand, pointing a single finger. A needle-thin beam of golden ki shot forth, punching a perfectly clean hole through the forehead of a nearby zombie. It crumpled silently.
Energy Points: +1
"Only one point?" Goku frowned slightly, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features. With a thought, the translucent system screen materialized in his vision.
Energy Points: 9014
Primary World Transit Gate: [INACTIVE - 10,000 Points Required]
"So I need to take out 986 more of these things to go home," he mused aloud, a new goal solidifying. He began a leisurely stroll down the center of the street, an irresistible beacon for the hungry dead. As they lurched within arm's reach, he would simply flick a wrist or gesture casually. An invisible wave of concussive ki would blast out, sweeping a dozen zombies off their feet and shattering them against walls or pavement. The soft ping of energy point notifications became a constant chime in his mind.
By the time he'd cleared several blocks, hundreds of points had been added to his total. He had more than enough for the return trip. But leaving now? Unthinkable. He'd gone through the trouble of coming here; he would see what this world had to offer. And if his memory of the series served him right, there were certain… assets he wouldn't mind recruiting.
A growing groaning horde trailed behind him, drawn by the noise of his effortless carnage. To Goku, they were less than insects—creatures with a battle power so negligible they couldn't even scratch his gi.
His aimless walk soon brought him to the gates of a school. He looked up at the sign, and his smile returned. "Fujimi Academy… Bingo. This is definitely the place." Vivid memories of the anime's memorable characters, particularly certain well-endowed heroines, surfaced, stirring a familiar sense of adventurous excitement. From a nearby building, the muffled, orderly sound of a lecture drifted out.
"Class is still in session. The outbreak hasn't hit here yet," he noted with satisfaction. "Perfect timing. The story's just beginning." With a light hop that cleared the outer wall effortlessly, he landed silently on the school grounds and made his way toward the main building.
Outside, the relentless mob he had inadvertently gathered finally reached the school's perimeter, their guttural moans forming a discordant chorus.
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At the school's main gate, the first zombie arrived. It pressed its rotting form against the wrought-iron bars, hands clutching mindlessly, its dull thump thump thump echoing in the courtyard.
The disturbance summoned four teachers—three men and one woman—who ran up, their expressions a mix of concern and irritation.
The woman, stunningly beautiful even in her professional blouse and skirt, adjusted her glasses with an air of authority. "Excuse me, sir? Can we help you?" Her voice was sharp with displeasure.
A bald teacher brandishing a steel garden fork tried to sound firm, though his posture betrayed his nervousness. "Y-you there! Stop causing a disturbance immediately!"
The figure at the gate only hammered against the bars with renewed fervor.
"I'm warning you, cease this instant, or I will call the authorities!" the beautiful teacher, Hayashi, demanded, her patience wearing thin.
A more muscular male teacher, puffing out his chest, stepped forward. "Easy now, Hayashi-sensei, no need for the police. I'll handle this." He rolled up his sleeves with false bravado, marched to the gate, and grabbed the 'man's' collar through the bars. "Alright, you, that's enou—urk!"
He pulled hard, slamming the zombie into the gate. It had no effect. The creature continued its frantic pushing, its unnatural strength now evident as it dragged the teacher's arm along with it.
"H-hey! This guy's unbelievably strong…!" Teshima's face paled.
"Teshima-sensei, don't resort to force!" Hayashi cried out.
It was too late. With a sudden, jerking motion, the zombie twisted its head and sank its teeth deep into the teacher's wrist.
"GYAAAAAAAAAH! MY ARM! IT BIT ME!"
Blood sprayed. Panic erupted.
"S-someone call an ambulance! And the police!"
"Teshima-sensei, hold on! Apply pressure!"
"I can't… the bleeding won't stop! Oh god, a chunk is gone!"
Teshima's screams devolved into wet gurgles before falling silent. The small group stared in horror at his motionless form.
The bald teacher's voice was a terrified whisper. "He's… he's dead?"
Hayashi-sensei covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. "H-how… how could this happen?"
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From his vantage point on the third-floor corridor, Goku watched the scene unfold. He recognized it instantly. "The opening scene. So it starts right now." His gaze settled on the horrified but beautiful teacher, Hayashi. "Shame to let a flower like that get crushed so early. Consider yourself lucky."
Below, Teshima's fingers twitched. His eyes snapped open, now clouded and bloodshot, his skin taking on a sickly grey pallor. He sat up with a jerky, unnatural motion.
"T-Teshima-sensei!" Hayashi gasped, a flicker of hope in her voice. "You're alri—"
The hope died as the reanimated corpse lunged, grabbing her blouse and yanking her forward, its jaws gaping wide for her exposed neck.
Hayashi screamed, a sound of pure terror.
But the pain never came. Instead, she felt a powerful gust of wind and a sudden sensation of being lifted. Dazed, she opened eyes she hadn't realized she'd squeezed shut. Her vision cleared to reveal the strong, angular jawline of a incredibly handsome young man she had never seen before. He held her securely in a princess carry, his arms like bands of steel. The scent of him—clean, sun-warmed, and intensely masculine—washed over her. A furious blush heated her cheeks, and her heart hammered against her ribs.
A fresh, guttural scream from beside them shattered the moment. She turned her head to see the former Teshima, along with the now-reanimated bald teacher, pouncing on the sole remaining male instructor, tearing into him with frenzied bites.
"W-what… What is this?!" Hayashi trembled violently, the reality too monstrous to comprehend. Goku could feel her entire body shaking like a leaf in his arms.
"They're zombies now. They're gone," Goku stated flatly. He gently set her on her feet, bent down, and picked up the fallen garden fork. With a casual, underhand flick, he sent it whistling through the air. It struck the four approaching zombies with the force of a cannonball, pulverizing their heads against the iron gate in a single, sickening crunch.
The sheer, brutal efficiency of it was too much. Hayashi's eyes rolled back, and she slumped, consciousness fleeing. Goku caught her deftly. "A bit delicate, aren't we? No wonder you were just a side character." He glanced toward a nearby balcony, finding it empty. "Huh. Where's the main guy, Komuro? Shouldn't he be watching this?" A thought struck him. Did my early arrival speed things up? A butterfly effect…
He was correct. The timeline had advanced by over thirty minutes. Takashi Komuro was still sitting in his classroom, utterly unaware.
Goku pinched the bridge of Hayashi's nose lightly, channeling a minuscule trickle of ki into her system. Her eyes fluttered open. The moment they focused on the carnage by the gate, she spun away and vomited.
Outside the school, the groaning was growing into a roar. The horde Goku had led here was pressing against the fence. The metal began to groan in protest.
"Looks like I've already changed the story," Goku murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I don't remember the school being this popular in episode one."
He gave Hayashi's back a few pats. "Finished? We should move. Staying here is about to become… inconvenient."
Hayashi followed his gaze to the swelling sea of corpses beyond the fence. Her face went parchment-white. "Th-those people… all of them…?"
"All of them. The world's ended. This is the zombie apocalypse. Humanity's on the menu."
"N-no… that's impossible! This… this is like a bad movie! Is it some new plague?!"
"Save the questions for later. We need to go. Now." Goku's tone left no room for argument as the first section of fencing gave way with a shriek of tearing metal.
Hayashi scrambled to her feet, instinctively clutching Goku's arm, using him as a shield against the nightmare. "G-go where?"
"Take me to the infirmary. If this is a crisis, having a doctor is the smartest move." It was a perfectly logical excuse. His real target was the school nurse, Shizuka Marikawa.
"R-right! This way, please!" Too terrified to question his leadership, the beautiful teacher nodded vigorously and led him at a run toward the school building.
Within minutes, the campus was breached. The moans of the dead and the first, piercing screams of the living began to echo through the hallowed halls of Fujimi Academy.