Another project up and running. This'll probably the darkest stories I will ever write, even now I'm shaking. It's terrifying, I enjoyed HOTD for what it was. This is probably the 2nd ever story of a P3xHOTD. (You can find one on FF.net) I hope you enjoy~.

Note: This is just an exact copy and paste from the one shot book.

Makoto Yuki, an orphan, had been living in a apartment since he was 12. His parents died of an unfortunate deadly robery. Getting his bokken, bag and his iconic headphones, he left his apartment and went to school. The school's name was Fujimi Academy, a well known school that was bigger than most of the homes near it. The cherry blossom trees shakes in the wind as he hears children laughing and the usual sight of cars going towards their destination. It was the Spring semester, he would start his second year at this Academy. "Ah, Yuki-san. Morning!" "Morning Igō-san." Hisashi Igō, one of the most popular boys in the Academy was the first one to become a fast aquantince of his. Despite being popular, he never let it get to his head, even if some students talk behind his back when he was speaking towards him."How was your break?" "Been training with my bokken and studying." "Not even one ounce of fun? Say, do you only tell what people tell you to do?" He merely nods his head setting his stuff down near the back end of the classroom. "Well I can't tell you how to live your life. Talk to you later Yuki-san." Hisashi waves as he leaves toward his group of friends.

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He was seeing a fellow classmate get bullied by two jocks. It was his lunch break and they were ruining it. It upset him, the mood was ruined. "Say Hirano, why are you always nerding out in class huh? You always keep looking at manga and anime almost everyday!" "I have my tastes you know." "What did you say pig?!" And he heard enough, making his way towards the two jocks, he pushed one on the floor and kicked the other down. "Ignorant as always..." "What the hell is your problem shithead!?" "Just moving trash out of my way." He looked at them with his dead eyes. Peering into his silver grey eyes, they wanted to scream. "Scram." And they did. "Ah...thanks Yuki-san. I'm Kohta Hirano." "Mhm, take care." "I hope we meet again!"

"That was heroic of you Yuki-kun." Saya Takagi, a high iq student with pink hair and wears glasses. "I only wanted peace and quiet." "Idiotic, I suppose. Your still that quiet guy since you were a first year. Do you ever show emotion?" She asked with a huff. "Why do I need to show emotion?" "It's just- ah...nevermind. Just make it back to class idiot." Either it was him imagining or Saya Takagi is secretly a tsundere.

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He was looking out the window as the cheery blossom leaves blowed in the wind. It was broken by a door slamming opened by Takashi Komuro. He then heard a few of his classmates talk and a sound of a slap. Peering over his shoulder, he sees Rei Miyamoto with a red hand mark on her cheek. Hisashi stood up. "What the hell Takashi?! What is wrong with you?" "One of the teachers was just murdered in front of the school's gate." "No way, that could never happen." "I'm not playing around Hisashi. There was blood on the floor."
The intercom system turned on. "S-s-students! Remain calm, go to the saferooms and be orderly fashioned- Oh no! They're breaching in! No-! Don't bite me! Someone-! Ahhh-!" A loud sound of incoherent munching was hear as the intercom turned off.

The class threw into a panic, each trying to push each other around. "Yuki-kun! Why the hell are you sitting there for? We got to go!" Saya was up in his face. "Personal space." He got up as he looked around the classroom, grabbing his bokken and gave his bag to Saya. "Hirano-san, do you know how to make a gun?" Hirano's glasses lit up. "Do I? You bet I do, we should head to the workshop. I might be able to find some type of weapons we can use." Makoto lead with his bokken to the side. He saw corpses rise from the dead as grey pale bodies of decayed and bitten parts. "Kill it!" Saya screamed. And so he did, he slashed it's body as it was smacked down, he proceeded with downward swing, brain matter and blood was splashed on the wall. "So the head is it's weakpoint. Got it..." "We have to keep moving idiots!" "If you don't stop screaming, more of them will appear." He said with a hushed tone. Blocking the door with a metal pipe, he stood guard at the door looking out the glass. "Hurry up Hirano!" "Done, good thing we found a nail gun that is powered with gas. Should we wait on a few other survivors?" "We might have some survivors coming here and it looks like they brought a group of them too." He saw Takashi, Rei, Shizuka and Saeko running towards the door. Unlocking it, he jumped to the side as they ran in and closed the door just in time.

"Well ain't this an established room..."Takashi said.  "I didn't think there were more survivors... it's just like in the movies." Rei said with sigh. "Oh my! Thanks for saving us~!" Shizuka, a nurse at this school, said. "Right. Anybody got any plans on how to deal with them?" Sae Busujima, a third year sounded out. Takashi spoke out. "We could start with finding who's family is closer. And then we can go on from there." "Seems alright."

Makoto pointed one thing out that made them stop. "I don't have parents. So I guess I'll just travel with you guys." "We need all the help we can get at this point. Busujima and Yuki will take point while Rei and I cover the back. You okay with that Yuki?" "Just call me by my first name. It'll be easier. Let's go."

[This is where it continues....]

"We should get the bus keys just in case." Hirano pointed out. Shizuka-sensei grabbed them and put them between...her watermelons. Safe and sound I guess...

We were near the staircase, the undead down in the hallway of what was once joys and laughter, now of blood curdling screams. "They respond to sound. Who wants to go first?" None of us wanted to go it seems. Takashi stood up. "I'll go." "You can't go Takashi!" Rei said whispering. Busujima-senpai opted to go. I was getting tired of them not doing anything so I was already at the hallway stilling my breath and keeping my feet quiet as possible. Looking back towards my group they looked afraid, scared even. I sighed, taking my beloved mp3 player with such gentle care and turned it on, chucking it to the other end of the hallway. The music blared as the undead ran for the sound. Waving my hands toward my group, they follow me out back were the buses were at. So long music old friend.

That was good time to end it for now.
See you guys and gals next time.
Ciao!