Chapter 238 - My SI Stash #38 - Summoned by Sereo (HighschoolOfTheDead) (1/2)

-Imma have to put this one up since this guy is one of the few that's keeping HOTD fictions alive, and for an author with dyslexia he's doing alright with his SI in HOTD!

Sypnosis: OC that has seen the anime and is thrown into the HOTD world.

Rated: T

Words: 153K

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional)

Then again most days are sunny here in Japan.

It has been about 3 weeks since I 'arrived' here, and I still had a hard time coming to terms with it to be honest.

Right now I was sitting at my desk, that was located at the back corner of the class

And while the class was still in session

I was just staring outside, towards the school's gate

I have always been fascinated by this country.

I grew up watching animated shows that originated from here, and it didn't take long before I started playing video games, I've actually lost track of how many hours I spent on both. Hell, even my initial understanding of Japanese came from these methods of entertainment, and let me tell you...right now,it all feels...like total...bullshit

While I was in my own world, the sound of the bells echoes throughout the school signaling the end of the session

I snap out of my inner thoughts and get ready to pick up my stuff only to see the teacher gesturing me to go to him.

(...ughh...good job me, that's what you get for staring outside like an idiot in plain sight. )

”Naier Sepfier?” the middle-aged man had a permanent frown on his face, his eyes pretty much telling me, i would rather be at my local cafe playing mahjong, rather than waste my time on your sorry ass.

”Yes, sir” I answer

”I know you came here as an exchange student, but it has been three weeks, I would prefer if you actually paid some attention to the classes you are supposed to be present at Sepfier.”

he practically drilled holes into me now, I guess to him, not paying attention equals to me not respecting him, not that I'm surprised though, teachers can be like that.

”Yes, of course. I am sorry, it will not happen again” I answer once more, trying to sound as honest as I can

”...Good, you may go now” seemingly appeased with my answer, the teacher returns to his papers and signals me with his hand to leave

I pick my stuff from the desk and head outside

(While I really didn't give much of a damn about the ramblings of the middle-aged man, it's not because I have something against him. It was because soon, none of this crap would really matter...)

I close the class door behind me and start heading towards the school gym.

looking at my watch I nod to myself and start heading towards the stairs.

(For the last month since arriving to... let's just call it Japan for now.

I have been pushing myself non stop. From physical training like running, sprinting, parkour and endurance tests, to looking up guides on how to use tools and weapons.

Hell, I even took classes in armed self-defense and went to the gun range, multiple times a day too.

Also, as I am still a high-schooler, aka under-aged, meaning I had to go the extra mile to get permission to be allowed to even enter the gun range.

All of that, because...I was scared shitless...still am if you think about it.

As one might expect these things cost, and they cost a lot.

While not official yet, I was actually in pretty heavy debt, I had already locked the credit card that was given to me, and also sold everything inside my house in order to...finance my madness.

My bet was, that soon this debt will no longer matter... or, well, I just dug myself in a pretty deep f_u_c_k_i_n_g hole)

(And then, there's this guy, same spot, since the first day i arrived, with the same depressed attitude.

Truth be told though, I had a couple of reasons to cringe, seeing that guy.

The first one being, that for all his depression, this guy is actually what you might call 'The very f_u_c_k_i_n_g lucky one' and now that I was here in the flesh, I was actually pretty jealous of him.

The second reason though, oh the second reason made my stomach tie up till I wanted to throw up, the reason was simple really.

I knew the guy, without actually knowing him and not in a stalker kind fashion, I don't swing that way, no thanks.

That was Takashi Komuro and his existence here verified that things will go bad...very...VERY bad.

It also verified that normally i should NOT be here)

I slowly walk up to the Takashi after descending the stairs

(i was never good with socializing...but...well...f_u_c_k it...time to creep out the dejected dude, this needs to happen)

”Excuse me?”

(I am far more nervous than I'd thought I'd be, am I really that bad at striking up conversations with strangers?)

Takashi seems to react to my voice and turns his head to me, one eyebrow raised in question, staring at my face with an odd expression.

”What...who are you?” He asks

”Naier Sepfier, i am a transfer student.

Look , I didn't mean to bother you, but ever since I arrived here I keep seeing you on the same spot every day, with a dejected look on your face...you ok?”

i fold my arms while finishing my sentence (yu-ok? Really? Is that the best I could come up with?)

The guy just...stares at me...i don't know if he is surprised or just plain annoyed

”...i been better...why do you care though?”

He turns his back to me and stares outside

”... The only answer I got is, just as I mentioned. Always seeing you here looking like you are about to jump off”

(Well shit, I can't tell him, Hur Dur, I know stuff, plus he doesn't seem to be in a talking mood anyway)

”huhhh...well, my bad, didn't mean to bother you...i will get out of your space...just don't go off doing something stupid all right, no shit mode last forever.”

I rase both my arms as i turn around

(Yea...stuff can always get worse, much...much worse...for the rest of the world at least)

I start walking away from Takashi

The only thing i heard from him, was a sigh.

I leave Takashi to his vices and head down towards my initial location, the gym.

And a couple of minutes later i was there, with the only person in there, being me.

(No surprise, that is why I decided to come here in the first place, most people are probably eating or relaxing right now...well whatever, got my spare shirt in my bag so...it is time to run some laps.)

And with that i start a jog, running around the gyms track

As I keep running around the gym track, I tried to empty my mind so I could focus...

Yet all it took for my focus to get messed up, was for me to look up and see the school's banner

(Fujimi Academy...)

”Why the hell am I even here” I curse under my breath.

That's all it took for my mind to start wandering again.

I stop running, massaging my head with one hand.

”I need to collect my thoughts here...I am running short on time...and I need to make the best of it while I can...focus goddamn it”

(My name is Naier Sepfier I am 17 years old,

I am an exchange student from Europe, I can speak English and Japanese...why did I say Europe and not an actual country?

It's because it doesn't matter right now, what matters is where I'm at, Fujimi academy, in Japan

With three days left before shit hits the fan...and what I mean by shit...well i mean the god-damn end of the word via an express zombie shit storm,

As to why I know all this crap? It's because I've seen it...and not in any future vision type of bullshit.

...I have seen it...in a god-damn anime...hehh...yea, even when I say it to myself it sounds ridiculous

If somebody told me I would be waking up in a damn anime, I would kindly ask to be one that death is banned.

Death huh. I have been thinking about this since I arrived here. As to why am I here.

Maybe... maybe I died? And now I am here because... I don't know, illuminati and rainbow puking unicorns.

I mean I KNOW who I am, that is why I know what is supposed to happen

I also remember other parts of 'my' life pretty clearly...like when I got enlisted for mandatory army training because my country is moronic, or when I got my first video game

Though there are some things that I have forgotten, like my old native language for example.

But, I also know who I am now or...who I was in here

It feels more like switching a hard drive in my head, with each drive having a different past)

”Ughhhh...there is no point thinking about this now, I need to focus on what is to come and be as prepared as I can be... luckily for me...there is a silver lining”

(The body I woke up with was not the one I remember... I would be dead and doomed if it was

While i was no Kohta, I definitely was not athletic

This body on the other hand was, above average to say the least and this last month I literally pushed it as hard as I could

And it was paying off, I was getting faster, my reflexes were quicker, my swings carried a good amount of force and I could go on for quite a while without running out of breath, physically I felt prepared.

Mentally on the other hand...i was a roller coaster of wrecking balls.

I was not actually a hundred present sure what would happen when day z arrived.

If the whole thing won't happen then I will be chased down by debt collectors... or it does happen and I get stranded all by myself.

No matter how strong I become I cannot survive alone, this leads me to what really kept me up at night,

The story followed Takashi and his team, so i know only what will happen to them, that means that I really needed to join Takashi's team of survivors

If i want to use my knowledge)

”also i really don't wanna end up all alone or tread in the dark in a god-damn zombie apocalypse”

And well, I gonna be honest with myself here, Takashi is a cool dude and all

But if he is going with a trio harem again, I might wind up trying to go all commander c_o_c_kblock on his face.

Yes, I'm salty, if he likes Rei so much to be depressed over it for this long, then he can keep it in his pants, thank you very much... I am actually feeling bad about Kohta now, knowing what he had to deal with, with him having a crush on Saya and all)

”...Ok...i have relaxed a bit... now focus, keep training.

I will worry about Takashi and his group when i get to them...because first I need to actually get to them...

...if I keep freaking myself out every time I try to think about it, I am gonna be the first one to kick the bucket too.”

I pump myself up and start running again, i know better than anybody after all, that soon, everybody will be running with me.

Chapter 2

3 days until Zday 0

The room was dimly lit, the furniture that used to decorate it gone, sold off. With the exception of a normal bed and a desk with a computer and a printer

”maybe selling the fridge so early was not my smartest idea” I say to myself while looking at what used to be a kitchen, both the fridge and the kitchen were missing, fast food packages littered the counters that were fused to the walls

”If the landlord sees this, he is going to shoot me in the face with a rocket launcher, thankfully he should not return until the end of this month and the world should go to shit before that happens, so I can probably get away with selling off everything in here.”

While I felt like shit for stealing from the landlord, as the furniture did not belong to me. I had already decided that I would use everything in my possession to make sure I was prepared for the upcoming panic.

I turned my head to the computer screen, the words *the thinnest part of the skull* typed in the search bar

”Pterion...so hitting or better yet stabbing sideways is the best way to deal damage to the brain after all.

Come to think of it, I wonder if the reanimated dead have a fragile skull, or Takashi and his group can swing stuff around with the force of a truck because if I remember correctly they were cracking skulls open from every direction possible.

I hope it is the first or I am o-so screwed”

Next to the computer laid several stacks of printed papers

from manuals on how to use and maintain several guns, including the ones that I know Takashi's team will find later

To methods for breaking somebody's neck, cleaning blades, and silent running, among other things that would help me survive a jam

There was also a credit card and a small notebook on the desk

”While I do not intend to pack anything on me, I better make sure i don't sound like a dinner bell when i have to move. After all, I intend to be the one that 'checks' Saya's theory.”

I say to myself while picking up the papers that had methods on how to make your movement silent

from running in place in whatever gear you aim to carry, to using tape on the things you have in your pockets and how to stop your shoes from squeaking.

I put the papers back on the desk and pick some of the gun manuals.

”I can also use these to get close to Kohta...having an acquaintance in the group can make quite the difference, plus it will make it easier for me to explain, why i could shoot the damn things in the first place.”

I lift my head and scan the room, my eyes fall to the locked credit card that was resting on the desk, it was given to 'me', before arriving in Japan

”You know if the outbreak won't happen, I will have so much to answer for... I don't even know what happened to the one who was me before me.”

I take the phone out of my pocket and look at it.

Turing the phone around i open the cover, remove the battery and take out the SIM card putting it in the desk drawer.

”With three days left I have to put everything I got for what is to come and hell knows i can't keep my mind focused if this thing keeps reminding me that i am no longer me every time it rings. I can't save everybody, hell I don't know if I can save myself and I can not afford any distractions.”

I pick up the small notebook and flip it open.

In it were schedules written with 2 different colors of black and red.

The black ones were the times I went to the shooting-range, the red ones were self-defense lessons, mostly armed ones, as I don't think I wanna punch a zombie in the face thank you very much

Most of the cash I acquired from my, not so proud actions was spent at the gun range, I actually had to go to several of em till I was able to convince one of the range owners to use the gun range, of course the fact that said I would pay extra probably help him make his decision

”I pretty much turned the furniture into bullets if I think about it”

The rest of the cash went to food and driving as I was 17, and neither me, nor the old me knew how to drive

(Was Japan's minimum legal age for driving always 18?)

I was totally lost behind the wheel, be it car or bike, and once again i had to pay quite the ”extra fee”, just to get the teacher in agreeing to help me

(I guess with enough cash an underage can get behind a wheel as well as behind a gun and it is not like I am going to need a license for either of those, also knowing how to drive can help me if the outbreak won't happen...

And...great, now i'm thinking like a frigging fugitive)

I thought about buying bite-resistant underclothes too, but I would have one hell of a time trying to explain why I was wearing that in school

same goes for bringing weapons, even if i could manage to find a blade that was long enough for me to not risk shoving my hand in a zombie's mouth, i could not think of a good reason as to why I had such a blade with me in the first place

best I could do for the equipment was to gear up along with the rest, or help them gear up faster.

I looked over at the calendar on my PC screen, with only 3 days left before the ”all you can eat day”, I decided that it was time for me to check where the school holds its sporting goods, and to make my ”accidental” contact with Kohta

But first, I was going outside to get some air and buy something to eat for tomorrow morning, then go to sleep, the whole thing was making me feel sick with anxiety.

2 days until Zday 0