[h2][b]Shinji Haraguchi, Corridors[/b][/h2]

Shinji sighed as his cowardice took him over, and he found himself hiding in a janitor's closet. He wasn't sure if he was seen as he scrambled into his makeshift safe haven, so he sat against the door, hoping he would function as some kind of barricade just in case "They" tried to pry their way in. Outside, he could hear the screaming of students and teachers as they battled fruitlessly against the unrelenting hordes of undead, and the low moans and groans of "Them", as they did their hardest to force the living to become their meals. Shinji silently scolded himself for being too quick to run away, but told himself it was why he was still alive.

After around five minutes, he decided on taking a look outside to see if the coast was clear. Realising the horrifying sounds had died off minutes ago, Shinji inched the door open, biting his tongue every time it squeaked, expecting the entire school to come after him. Peeking into the corridors, he saw they were coated with blood. It was on the floor, the walls and some had even made it onto the ceiling. Shinji even saw a few fingers littered on the ground. He raised a hand to his mouth, to stop himself from vomiting. It was like something out of a nightmare. Shinji tried his hardest to wake himself up, but it was to no avail.

Forcing himself into the empty corridor, Shinji stepped over each puddle of blood, trying to not slip over. It was fairly quiet. The occasional groan caused Shinji to stop and look over his shoulder, expecting his doom to be right behind him. Looking out the window into the courtyard below, he saw that the mass of undead had increased. It seemed they came in through the school's main gate and the population of the academy just added to their ranks. If there were that many in the grounds, who knew how many were lurking in the building? Shinji shook the thought out his each and rounded a corner.

Somebody was on the floor. Bleeding profusely from a wound on his hand. The student was clutching at it, willing it to stop, but no success. Shinji made his way over and was about to ask if he was OK, when the boy, who was about the same age as Shinji, just stopped moving. His pale skin stood in contrast with the pool of blood around him, and his hand didn't stop. As Shinji stood a few meters from the body, it began twitching once more. Shinji was still in shock, as he hadn't watched somebody bleed out before. He'd seen his teacher go berserk, but he didn't stay behind to watch. The boy slowly got up, stumbling as he did so. He faced away from Shinji.

"Are you OK?" Shinji called out, not realising the grave error he just made.

The boy turned. His eyes were paler than his skin. Shinji backed away, avoiding the blood puddles. The boy lunged, screeching as he did so. Shinji yelped, turned on his heel and took off. He couldn't go to fast, for he would slip on blood and become easy prey. Peering back down the corridor, he saw the boy was pursuing him, not caring for his own well-being. Only wanting to get his next meal. He was no longer human. He was just another member of the undead ranks who's only goal was to infect every last living person, Shinji included. Hearing the groans of other infected beings, Shinji ran off to the nearest staircase, which led up to the second floor of the school.