High School of the Dead Feet

Shadowy images of death filled your vision, as you started to regain your senses. The corridor you once roamed was filled with collapsed students, much like yourself, as those lumbering creatures you saw at the main gate feasted upon the unluckiest ones. They worked their way down the hallway, progressing only after having their fill of the meals set before them. You felt your head, wincing in pain upon touching the bloodied area where the blow had connected. As if the pain wasn’t already enough, you struggled to move around the tiled flooring. It was clear your cognitive abilities had yet to fully return.

Refusing to accept a fate like that, you crawled towards the closest wall and fastened yourself upright against it. If you were going to die, it wasn’t going to be while lying injured on the ground. But all of a sudden, you heard some soft chattering. The door to the medical office cracked open, and from within emerged a series of students that avoided the initial stampede. None of them paid any attention to the wounded who were scattered along the corridor, of which included you. Judging by their relative calm, an official evacuation must have been underway. But none of that meant a thing to you unless they felt like dragging you out of there.

But then another person appeared. Your eyes were somewhat out of focus, but you could tell it was the very woman you were searching for – Shizuka. While it was too late to warn her about the outbreak, she could at least administer some first aid to get you back on your feet. However, the chance was slim that she would care enough about you to stop and treat your wound. Shizuka finished locking the door, turned around and then… looked straight at you. Concern flickered in her eyes, as she ran past the students she helped and towards you.

“Where does it hurt?” Shizuka cooed, dropping the bulky medical box beside you.

You turned your head and exposed the bloody gash beside your temple. Shizuka dug into her medical box and started gathering supplies. You were surprised. Very rarely had you seen Shizuka outside of her office, but she was an exceptionally beautiful woman. Her lengthy, blonde hair was tied into a single ponytail, while her soft, amber-colored eyes provided the perfect compliment. Your eyes strayed downward, examining her voluptuous body. Everything curved in all of the most sexual places for this woman, an attribute that was prominently featured in her massive breasts. Even in the midst of all your pain, it was hard to distract yourself from the erotic physique of this school nurse.

You took a glance at her footwear, noticing that Shizuka wore a pair of school slippers. Her bare ankles were sticking out and exposed to the open air, something you thought was peculiar to see from one of the staff at this school. Though curious about this, you were just glad to have someone here. But there was an inevitable downside to Shizuka’s presence.

“Sensei! If we stick around here, we’re all going to die!” One of the students that Shizuka sheltered in her office came up behind her, immediately addressing the situation. You didn’t blame them for wanting to flee, and apparently, neither did she. “You can go on ahead! We’ll be right there!” Her cheerful tone made it hard for the students to object, as they left their savior behind and headed down the stairs. “Don’t expect for the bus driver to wait for you!” He followed the rest of the students down the steps.

That must have been their method of escape – one of the school buses. This was a problem. Even if Shizuka could get you down to the bus, it was unlikely to find their support waiting for you. There was no way you could handle the responsibility for the death of this woman, especially when she was trying to save you. “Please, go with them.” Your heroic words were ignored, as Shizuka continued treatment.

“Err… Miss Shizuka?” You called out to her, as she rubbed a dampened, alcoholic pad against your wound. While you writhed in pain from the contact, Shizuka finally responded. “They won’t leave without me.”

The certainty of her response surprised you. “What? How are you so sure?”

“That’s because I’m the bus driver.” Shizuka bared an impish grin, dangling the keys to the school bus from her finger. You couldn’t help but wonder whether she may have unintentionally sentenced all of those students to death through this action. Despite this, you were charmed by her uplifting nature. With a wild slap, Shizuka pressed a small bandage over your treated wound. “Let’s go!” She smiled, entirely unaffected by the catastrophe at work around her. For this loveable woman, you were prepared to do anything.