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"Dad!" Kensuke screams, not in panic or as a plea.

No, this is entirely out of anger.

The kendo captain stands in a street full of chaos, gripping his little brother's hand tightly in his own with a sword in the other. Opposite, his father looks wide eyed and terrified, cut off mid speech.

"Dad," Kensuke grits out. "If we leave Namimori, we're all dead."

"We can't stay at home, son!" the father snaps back.

They both pause for a moment, the mother's face of pure shock flashing through their minds, right before the grandfather bites down.

Kensuke curses when his little brother starts crying again. The poor nine-year-old is breaking and the kendo captain doesn't have time to duct tape the cracks.

"We're going to Hibari," Kensuke says in a calm tone, pulling his brother closer as he turns away. "You can leave, but I'm not letting my brother die."

"What makes you think a high schooler can help you?" the father sighs, but hoists the duffel bag higher and keeps close to his children protectively as they take off at a run.

The sounds of fighting can be heard up ahead, and over houses grows the sight of Namimori high school.

With snipers lining the roof.

"Oh, you beautiful, bloodthirsty animal," Kensuke whispers to himself with a chuckle.

The three round a pileup of cars and see the Disciplinary Committee posted along the high gate with an assortment of melee weapons at the DC's disposal. The front entrance is wide open, admitting panicked people, carrying bags and often splattered with gore.

A mass of DC members hover around the open entry way, helping injured inside and picking off the infected chasing them. Inside the school itself, swarms of people can be seen rushing about, while outside has large tents set up with even more people.

Kensuke briefly wonders what will happen if there's no more room left. Will the Disciplinary Committee simply stop letting people inside? After all, Hibari Kyouya cares more for the territory itself than citizens or even buildings. The keno captain could even imagine the Chairman happily napping on the rooftop, in a town filled with zombies.

So why bother caring for the rabble?

"Mochida!" a kendo club member calls out as the family nears. "We could use some help with defence."

Kensuke nods, passing his brother's hand to the father and slipping the backpack over as well. Both family members look like they're going to protest.

"I'll come find you two after I've had my fun," he promises. "Go inside, find your friends," he urges his little brother, and eventually both continue inside the gates, alongside a red headed family.

Kensuke turns to the girl that called out to him and they slip in among the DC.

He doesn't know how many hours he spent fending off attacks, but quite a pile of true corpses have gathered in the streets. The panic started almost around sunrise, and the Mochida family finally started moving around nine in the morning.

A question to the nearest watch wearing person and he suddenly feels the hours weighing him down. It's one in the afternoon.

Kensuke falls back from the front lines to take a break, someone who already regained their strength taking his place. He leans against the school's gate, the metal bars pressing into his shoulders, and simply takes the chance to breathe.

Since he arrived, more people have swarmed into the school in droves and more tents have been set up but even then, it's overcapacity. He doesn't know much about what's going on inside, but at the entrance, bottles of water and bread have been dropped off about every half hour.

Volunteers have also skyrocketed, enabling the small group at the gate to expand outwards at least two blocks in any direction, circling the school entirely.

The flow of zombies and humans have both slowed down, and now most of the outside protectors are starting to head back into the school, closing the perimeter for now until orders arrive.

Kensuke glances around but he hasn't seen the Chairman at all since the outbreak. However, he has overheard that Hibari Kyouya is off collecting large groups of infected near the empty factories on the border of Namimori and Kokuyo, so the school isn't overrun with sheer numbers.

A couple of stories from survivors about Beethoven being played at ground shaking levels seems to corroborate this story.

"Yo, Mochida," comes a familiar voice.

Kensuke turns to see the baseball star wander in from whichever street he chose, a bright smile on his face and clothes damp, the gore especially blatant on the teenager's shirt.

"White was a bad choice," Kensuke snickers and gets a shrug in return.

"I like it actually," Takeshi admits, plucking at his shirt. "I look badass, don't I? Dyed in the blood of my enemies."

Kensuke has to pause a bit.

Takeshi chuckles and waves off the wary face. "Joking, joking." He stoops and snatches up a water bottle from the box sitting just inside the gate, gulping down the entire thing almost in one go. "Ah, man," Takeshi sighs. "It's going to be a lot of work taking over Namimori again."

"You think?" Kensuke muses. "The zombies have stopped coming."

"That's because Hibari has them," Takeshi answers casually.

"So he is actually collecting them with Beethoven?"

"Actually," Takeshi begins with a smirk. "I heard it was the school anthem."

Kensuke gapes at the baseball star and then doubles over laughing.