Thomas Mullaney
Health: 100
Stamina: 100
Mental Health: 100
The body is, indeed, dead. Thank you Captain Obvious. You look closer, since you know what these things are capable of............... and it's still dead! The woman's head lolls to the side, as if on cue.
Kouta fully understands your orders... The problem is, no one wants to follow them. Saeko, your senpai, isn't about to be upstaged by some prick with a guitar. Likewise, Asami doesn't want to leave her Kouta-kun alone... Alice crawls under a desk and covers her eyes.
The room is silent. Your heart is pounding, and your eyes swing back and forth along the walls, searching for something, anything. The minutes feel like hours as time slogs on around you. You begin to feel every little sensation in your body... Your muscles starting to hurt from being tense. Your white-knuckled grip on the handgun. You can feel the hardness of the floor tiles through your shoes. You take a deep breath and involuntarily close your eyes, trying to compose yourself. Your eyes open at the exact moment a collective intake of breath echoes through the darkness like a bomb going off.
There are eyes everywhere. Bulbous, slightly luminous oculars on fleshy stalks, hanging out of ventilation shafts, holes in the walls, missing ceiling tiles. The eyes seem to blink at random.
The world seems to stop... And time resumes with a bang. Everyone jumps into motion. Saeko runs forward, brandishing her sword. Kouta rips off a burst from his rifle, dust and plaster raining from the line of his gunshots along the wall, eyeballs splattering like pustules, ichor matting the floor. Asami wildly fires a few shots with her handgun. The wall and ceiling seems to explode outward, fleshy tentacles darting out. Saeko dodges them easily and slices up a few, but they just keep coming. Kouta is having trouble and has mostly retreated into an intact corner of the room, firing off shots on semi-auto at places where tentacles or eyes have clumped up. Asami is down, kicking and clawing at a tentacle that has wrapped around her torso.
You move, faster than you thought possible, but a tentacle reaches out from under a desk and wraps around your ankle, dropping you on your ass. You can hear a pitter-patter, pitter-patter sound of many feet echoing in the hallway...
Darsh Bainwol
Health: 90
Stamina: 90
Mental Health: 40
You make your way towards the kitchen. Your grip feels fine, in fact, you're a bit shaken and your body aches from being thrown around. As you walk, you realize that people haven't noticed your wound, they're staring at you with something akin to fear.
Wow. You take a moment to reflect. Basically, you just took down a pair of zombies. By yourself. In a maid cafe, with eating implements. In completely cold blood. Your waitress is the first to move in the shocked silence. Astutely noticing that you're searching for a first-aid kit, she retrieves one from under a counter in the kitchen and wordlessly helps you.
Life steadily returns to the assorted clientele, cooking staff, and meidofuku-clad waitresses.
"......Holy shit, he just killed that guy!" "Both of those guys!" "Are all Americans like him?" "MINKA-CHAN!" "What are we gonna do?! Look at the streets!"
The chatter blends around in your mind. Leave it to people to panic.
You and the waitress finish bandaging your wounds (surprisingly minor -- you can't even feel the mark on your hand. You suddenly briefly remember a clip from a high school biology film... Where stylized 3D-modeled T-cells attack an equally stylized virus thing. It reminded you somewhat of Star Wars...), and she finally speaks up.
"Wow. You really did that, didn't you? Well, thanks. I'm Aoi. Mizuhashi Aoi." You already knew that from reading her nametag, but hey.
Nathan White
Health: 100
Stamina: 100
Mental Health: 85
Burning buildings fill the screen, and the footage appears to be taken from a camera mounted on a helicopter. You can make out crowds of people running around at random through the smoky haze, but that's about all you can see.
"...the Japanese Center for Disease Control has declared a code red, the entire city of Osaka is now under quarantine by order of the government. The special wards of Koutou and Shinagawa have been completely lost. The armed forces of the US are currently operating in scattered pockets around the city, and they say progress is being made. We've been informed that the best way to survive this ordeal is to stay inside your house. Secure all your doors and gather anything you can use as a weapon and wait in a room with multiple escape routes. Going outside drastically increases your chances of being infected. All major highways have been blocked, all outgoing flights have been cance--"
The female announcer's rapid talk is abruptly cut off as the room plunges into darkness. Well, there goes the power. Typical.
Mr. Tanaka, the head of the family, breaks the silence. "Well, you heard her. Chika, can you grab the knives from the drawers in the kitchen?" Chika, the Tanakas' middle school aged daughter, speaks up.
"Otou-san, I can't see anything! And I'm scared!" The backlight from her mobile cuts through the darkness as she opens it up and gets ready to send panicked mails to her friends.
"Chika, put that damn thing down for once and do what I say. If you can't see, use the phone as a light." In the dim light, you see him turn to his silent wife. "Anata, can you see to the doors and windows? I'm going to go get the sword." An odd look of manliness crosses his face. You recall hearing about the sword many times... Essentially, Mr. Tanaka bought a fully functional high quality katana as an impulse buy one day, and it cost him almost the entire amount of money the family had saved for a family vacation to Okinawa. He and his wife, Michiko, had argued about the sword many times whenever they thought you and Chika weren't around to hear them. "Oh, Nathan-kun, you're back? Can you help Michiko and Chika? I'll be right back."
You make a move to help, when you hear a scratching noise at the front door...