I Will Fight {Jun}

[Tawny Ambrose]

The sun had just set, and a girl was scavenging in one of the alleys. The dark streets were one of the most dangerous places around, invested with all sorts of zombies. The walking corpses didn’t seem to be very fond of the light, and so they had made dark streets like this their nest. Venturing into zombie territory wasn’t a smart thing to do. So, why was this girl here? Well, she wasn’t afraid of the flesh-eating monsters like most people were. They didn’t scare her. Besides, she needed to restock on supplies. Now, most people wouldn’t think the alley was the best place to find supplies, but she knew better. If you looked in the right places, it was amazing what you could find here. People threw out the most useful things sometimes.

As she rummaged through one of the tin cans, digging through the old trash, there was a loud crashing sound behind her. A scream cut through the air, shrill and piercing like a banshee. As soon as the noise left her lips, she quickly clamped her hands over her mouth. Shit. Why had she done something so stupid?! It had just been a reflex reaction! Damn it! She whirled around, half expecting to see a blood covered zombie victim or a malicious scavenger coming up behind her, however, she saw neither. Instead, her eyes rested on a small black cat. It was peeking out from behind a fallen garbage bin, wide eyes, little ears pinned back flat against its head. It stared at the girl in fear and then opened its mouth and hissed.

She glared at the tiny creature, narrowing her eyes angrily. “Stupid cat!” she hissed back with a snarl. “Now look what you’ve made me do.” The feline looked up at her for a few moments longer, but then it seemed to hear a noise nearby, because its head swiveled to the side and it turned and ran quickly back into the shadows. The girl already knew what was coming. A scream like that had probably caught the attention of every zombie in the city. It was a suicide wish, and she knew if she didn’t get out of their soon she’d be in trouble. It wasn't as if she was defenseless or anything. She'd just rather not get her hands dirty.

She rested a hand on her gun, removing it from her shirt. She had quite a bit of room in there, and she found it the most fitting place to store the gun for easy access. Weapon in hand, she jogged down the dark alley, headed toward the entrance. As she approached it, she stopped and listened. For a second, she thought she was safe, and she couldn’t hear a sound. Just as she began to relax, she heard a crashing sound to her right. She took a step back and looked down the dark street, already knowing what to expect. Sure enough, three zombies were approaching her. Rather than wasting a bullet on any of them, she took off running, sprinting in a different direction. The alleys were long, their streets led just about everywhere. They were a maze of death though, occupied by many of the zombies, as they seemed to like dark and filthy places. If she could get out of the narrow streets, she would be fine. But which way was out?

She took off running, footsteps thudding against the pavement. She turned around corners, took random streets, but she couldn’t seem to find the exit. She began to wonder how she had even managed to get this lost in the first place. As she ran, her foot suddenly caught on something, a can some idiot had left lying on the ground, and she stumbled forward. Tripping over the garbage, the usually graceful girl landed flat on her face, skirt flying up as she did so. She quickly rolled over and attempted to scramble back to her feet. She only got a few steps before she was falling down again. A sharp pain shot through her ankle and up her leg, making her step falter and her face whiten. She bit her lip, keeping herself from crying out, and then forced herself back up once again. Wincing, she started running again, gasping every time her injured foot hit the ground. She had to keep going though. She had to.

Eventually, the girl could run no farther. She had reached a dead end. She stood there, back against the wall. She had nowhere to go, nowhere to run. She was trapped. To any passerby she would look no better than zombie food. She wasn’t though. She was much more than that. She wasn’t going to die. No freaking way. Not yet anyway. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been cornered by a horde of mindless dead people before, after all. It didn’t matter how many there were. She wouldn’t die. Her hands tightened around the gun she held behind her back, waiting for the zombies to come closer so they were in better range, so she had a better chance of hitting them. As she stood there, the animated corpses closing in around her, she knew there was only one option - and that was to fight. “Bring it zombies.”

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[Jun Matsumoto]

The night breeze ruffled Jun's hair a little, cool against his pale skin, and a slight chill passed through him, even despite him wearing his thick, trusty jacket. It was quiet, save the noise of his odd footsteps, of him patting trouser pockets and shaking old jackets. The smell of long dead corpses hung in the air, and while he'd grown somewhat used to it, the scent still made him feel a little queasy every time it tinged his nostrils. He figured the day it no longer bothered him was the day he may as well be one of the corpses.

Sifting carefully through a pile of a long dead bodies, he found a particularly fat person, dressed in a posh suit, and he immediately dropped to his knees by the bloated cadaver. Without looking at the eyeless, puce face, he started rummaging through the inner pockets of his suit jacket, pulling out a set of keys, a wallet, and some kind of passport. The passport he threw over his shoulder, as it was useless. In a world where no individual mattered, where everyone ran the risk of dying, who needed a passport, an identity?

The key he transferred quickly to his own jacket pocket, thinking that he could melt down the metal, possibly sell it to some of the army officers as useless scrap. If not, he was sure he could find some scavenger or another that wanted some metal, for whatever purpose it may be. Then, finally, he came to the wallet. Opening it greedily, he started removing old, pointless credit cards, throwing them over his shoulder, grunting slightly as he examined each one. Amidst them was a drivers license, registered to one Alan Davies. Poor, fat, dead Alan Davies. “Sorry about this fattie, but I don't think you need this any more.” Jun muttered as he cast aside the license, it landing soundlessly with the discarded credit cards.

Then, his finger tips brushed against what he was looking for. He pulled out a small wad of notes, and Jun's eyes widened. Jackpot! He quickly stuffed them into his jacket, and finally, tossed the walled back to the body he'd taken it from. It landed open, covering the man's face. “Nice doing business with you chubs.”

As if in answer, a shrill shriek pierced the quiet night. It was high pitched, feminine, and it caused Jun to jump out of his skin. He looked around him quickly, eyes darting toward a number of dark alleyways he'd originally been wary of. Nothing emerged from them, but he tensed anyway, a natural reaction of someone caught off guard, someone caught unawares. He tilted his head a little, listening for anything more.

He knew that it had been a human scream, a girl's most likely, as he doubted that many man could make a noise like that; that was unless a zombie was munching on his balls. However, Jun doubted that unless there were homosexual zombies, it wasn't the kind of place the undead struck for. In his own experience, they went for the face, neck, and if they got chance, the brains. The thought alone made him shudder.

So, assuming it was a girl, she was a girl in danger. From what, he had no idea, but he could make a safe bet it was the aforementioned shambling corpses. In which case, the sound of her scream had probably drawn numerous coffin dodgers to the site of her troubles, and in fact, in the seconds following her shriek, she was over-whelmed, dismembered, and became a tasty zombie snack. There was nothing Jun could do to save her now, no matter what she may have looked like.

That decided, he returned to his corpse robbing. He got nowhere though, as he heard footsteps, loud and clear, coming closer. The girl was still alive, and she was running. She was trying to escape! Gulping, he considered two possible options. One; save the girl, and demand some kind of reward if she was attractive. Two; run, because she'd distract the zombies she was most likely drawing to his position.

He was torn, and hated making these kind of decisions. In his going to see what the commotion was, he might be risking his life, throwing himself head first into danger. On the other hand, in leaving, he could be letting a girl die, one who may be attractive, one worth saving! He made a small, angered sound, and ran a hand through his hair. Why was it always him who seemed caught in these predicaments?

He set off running in the direct of the scream before he realized he'd come to his conclusion. Plunging into the shadows of one of the alley ways, he did his best to locate the origin of the scream, turning down a few streets he knew well, trying to get a better idea of this mystery girl's bearings. As he ran, he promised himself that if she was ugly, if she had no assets, or if she'd already been bitten, he'd move quickly on before he could risk getting into any trouble.

Jun found her through pure fluke. He'd had his mind elsewhere, too busy listening to be looking, but as he jogged past what he knew to be a dead end street, he noticed movement. Throwing himself into a skidding halt, he took a few steps back as soon as he'd come to a halt, and saw her surrounded by a few undead.

The first thing he noticed about the angel at the end of the street is that she was, in every way, perfect. She had a deep auburn hair, big brown eyes, a slim physique, and boobs that looked as if they were about to break the buttons on her shirt. He couldn't say or do anything for a moment, as his jaw felt like it was resting on the floor.

He was snapped back to reality when she took a step back, and her breasts bounced a little. He knew, in that moment, he would do anything it took to save her. Anything. He was her loyal servant. Reaching around his back, pulling his knife swiftly from it's sheath, he charged forward, shouting at the top of his lungs in an attempt to distract the undead so they could not touch or mark her perfect body. “Hey! I'm coming! Hold on!”

As he reached the swarm, he swung his knife at the first one, almost blindly, hoping to remove it's head clean from it's rotting body.

[Tawny Ambrose]

“Hey! I'm coming! Hold on!”

Tawny was just about to pull out her gun when some random guy came charging out of nowhere. His sudden shout made her jump, and she nearly dropped her weapon out of surprise. What the heck? Her eyes went wide as she saw a boy come dashing out of the shadows of the alley, knife held high. What was he doing? Was he…trying to save her? At first, she was touched. That was unusual. No one ever saved anyone these days. It was every man for himself – kill or be killed. People didn’t stop to help each other out anymore. Actually, it was the exact opposite. The survivors constantly fought, killing each other for supplies, turning on their friends in an instant. That’s why she flew solo. The people who walked the path of solitude were always the ones to survive. Well, in the movies they were anyway.

Too bad for this guy she didn’t need any help. What did he take her for? Some damsel in distress. Oh, please. Like she couldn’t take care of herself. She didn’t need or accept help from anyone. Especially this guy.

As she watched, he lashed out at one of the zombies with a dagger. A dagger? Seriously? Was that really his weapon of choice? Oh well, as long as he was good with it, as long as he had aim. If he could kill a zombie with the little knife, she could care less what his weapon was. Unfortunately, as she watched, the dagger completely missed the zombie and the boy flew past it. Well, okay, it didn’t completely miss. It got the corpse on the neck, tearing through some of the rotting flesh, but it didn’t decapitate it. She doubted you’d be able to slice the head clean off of a human body, dead or alive, with the single blow of a small knife. You’d need like…a sword to do that. And yes, there were some people who actually did have swords. She’d seen them. A bunch of freaks running around with katanas. It was kind of weird, but hey, whatever worked.

“What are you stupid or something?!” she shouted, staring at the boy in disbelief. What the hell was this guy thinking? Was he a complete idiot? He’d been trying to save her, but now she was going to have to save him, wasn’t she? Not that she minded. Unlike some of the other assholes around here, if she could, she’d actually help a person. She didn’t do it often, but she supposed she could make an exception. She didn’t exactly want to watch the poor guy get his guts ripped out in front of her. I mean, that would just be gross.

“Stand back! Out of my way!” she shoved him aside, thrusting out her arm and pulling the trigger on her gun. There was a loud boom, and the bullet struck the zombie in the center of its head, penetrating the forehead and causing an explosion of blood. It fell forward, nearly landing on the boy, missing him by centimeters. Tawny didn’t pay any attention to this though. She was already aiming the gun at another one of the walking corpses. She shot off a few bullets, each striking its target, but then something bad happened, something really bad. The gun ran out of bullets. “Aw shit! You’ve got to be kidding me!” She tried to fire the empty gun a few times, but all she got were clicks. This was a problem because there were still two zombies left.

Tawny grabbed the boy by the sleeve of his jacket and then started to run. Running was always the answer. It was much safer than fighting. The guy, whoever the hell he was, probably wanted to stay and fight the walking corpses, but she wouldn’t allow that. That would just be stupid and a good way to get killed. So, she’d resorted to dragging him down the alley. “Hurry up!” God, he was so slow. She could run so much faster without this extra weight… She had a bad feeling about helping this guy, a really bad feeling. After all, in this world, the people who took their time to help other citizens usually died. Damn. She didn’t want to die. She probably should have just left him behind. See, if she had done that, then those two zombies would have had a meal and stopped chasing her, ensuring her survival.

But…She couldn’t do it though. She wasn’t that heartless. She could be a selfish bitch at times, but if there was a person right there in front of her and she could do something, she wasn’t just going to leave them. Besides, this fool had tried to save her life, so it was only right that she tried to help ensure his safety, right?

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[Jun Matsumoto]

Jun felt the rush of adrenaline pumping through him as he leapt forward, knife held high, aimed at the first corpses neck. Normally, he would not make such a rash move, leaping out of the darkness at things far stronger, more dangerous and more numerous than him, but infatuated with the large bosomed angel at the end of the alley way, he wished to waste no time in being her saviour, and didn't care how stupid his actions were so long as she found them alluring. What was more alluring than a young man trying to save a damsel with naught but a knife?

He met resistance halfway through the swing of his blade, and he knew when he heard a sickening tear, followed by a short groan, that he had struck his mark. Carried forward by his momentum, he moved on past it, nearly running straight into the girl, managing at the last minute to change his direction, skidding and stumbling close to her, landing somewhat ungracefully in a crouched, combat ready stance just before her. He looked slowly up at her, noticed her eyes were wide, no doubt with affection for her dashing hero, and he grinned and winked at her, trying to look as irresistible as he could.

“Matsumoto-” he managed, trying to introduce himself like all the heroes did in movies, as James Bond did, starting off with his family name, wanting to follow up with his first name. However, before he could finish, the girl, walking perfection, spoke and moved, and he wondered if she was so taken with him she was going to kiss him there and then in thanks. Rather, the opposite happened, and she shoved him firmly off to her left side, pulling out a gun and pointing it at the zombie he clearly hadn't killed. “What, are you stupid or something? Stand back! Out of my way!”

The sound of gun shots roared around him, and Jun winced despite himself, not expecting the sound in the otherwise quiet evening. Watching her with wide eyes, amazed at this sudden change in her persona, he noticed she hit her first shot, dropping the zed and spilling it's brain matter over the alley wall. Another few shots, and she'd finished another two. Letting his eyes roam over her form, firm butt, perfect legs, nice waist, pretty face and smoking gun, he couldn't help but gulp. HOT! He was in love. For the first time in his life, Jun was in love. He didn't care if he didn't get to sample any nurses, school girls, teachers, or any other childish fantasy he'd had to this point. So long as the girl before him became Mrs Matsumoto, he would be happy in life and ask for nothing more.

He was so busy staring at her that he barely noticed her talk of 'kidding', and somehow managed to ignore the clicks of a gun empty of rounds. He was only brought back into the real world, rejoining the somewhat precarious situation they found themselves in when she grabbed his coat sleeve and started to pull at him, dragging him somewhere. It could have been anywhere, the fact she'd touched him, held his sleeve, had once again made him retreat to his mind, and he wondered what their children would look like, if she'd call him 'Junny' on their honeymoon.

As they ran, his eyes became fixed on her behind, the way it moved under her skirt, and he forgot how to use his legs. He carried on tripping and stumbling, wanting to just go to ground and gawp at her as if there weren't a horde of zombies at his heels. No-one had ever been able to make a speechless man of Jun, yet this girl had succeeded.

“Hurry up! She spoke again, although this time irritation marred her perfect voice. He managed to tear his eyes away from her butt and look into her eyes, and he realized that there was fear in them; fear and the determination to survive. What was she afraid of again? The answer hit him when something took a hold of his jean leg, causing him to trip and fall forward. Pulling his arm from the girls, dropping both elbows hard to the floor was the only way he managed to keep himself going to ground.

Casting a glance back, he'd noticed one of the zombies that he'd somehow forgotten about had a hold of his leg, and was doing it's best to drag him backward. Recognition flashed through Jun's eyes, and as enamoured as he was, he remembered that he needed to live. His mom needed him, and he couldn't marry the young, better looking Lara Croft if he was a corpse. Swearing loudly, he looked around for a way to get free. Still having a knife in his hand, he decided the best policy was to hack wildly at it's arm, something he did with much vigour.

The blade cut deep into rotting flesh, and the stench made him feel a little sick. Still, he couldn't give in. He hacked and hacked, and then used his free leg to kick at it. His first kick snapped it's neck, but the grip didn't lessen. “Get-the-fuck-OFF ME!” He kicked with each word, and at his last, loud outburst, he kicked the arm he'd cut at, and with a spurt of blood, it separated from the zombie. Scrambling to his feet, he wobbled forward, severed hand still gripping his leg as he tried to follow after the girl.

However, the second zombie had different plans. While he'd slowed the advance of the first, the second sprang at him, catching him square in his back. It dragged him to the floor, and he had to roll over, his young eyes staring into the hollowed sockets of the monster now atop him. It made to bite for his neck, and he was forced to use both arms to push it back. However, while he could hold it off, he couldn't push it away from him. No matter how much he tried, how hard he shoved, it was too strong and too persistant.

“Help!” he shouted, hoping his future wife was listening.

[Tawny Ambrose]

Why was he so freaking slow?! Guys were always bragging about being the superior race! Obviously that was a lie, otherwise this idiot would be able to keep up. She glanced back at him for a moment, checking to see how far away the zombies were. To her horror, they were getting closer. Either that, or these were new zombies, ones that had come out of the alleyways when they’d heard the gunshots. She cursed silently to herself, and then looked back ahead. She put on a bit of extra speed, releasing the boy from her grasp. She’d dragged him far enough. If he couldn’t run fast enough, well that was his own damn fault. It was up to him and how fast his feet could move now. She’d already done more for him than she had anyone else.

“Get-the-fuck-OFF ME!”

Only a few seconds had passed when Tawny heard the boy’s shout from behind her. She slowed her pace slightly and glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes widened for a moment, but then a heavy sigh escaped her lips and she came to a halt. Why was she not surprised? She stood there for a moment, empty gun in hand, trying to decide what to do. She should probably just keep running. That’s what she usually did. If she kept running now, she’d be safe for sure. The zombies wouldn’t swarm her and devour her. But…that would mean that kid, whoever the hell he was, would be zombie food.

“Help!”

Don’t look back at him, don’t look back at him… The blonde-haired girl turned her head, taking one last look at the boy. He was trying to scramble away, but one of the zombies had taken him to the ground again, and was now on top of him. He called out to her, begging for help. Tawny started to turn away, closing her eyes tightly so she didn’t have to watch, but then something stopped her. Flashbacks. Memories. She heard the voices of her friends screaming for her to help them, saw herself running away, deserting them. That was what stopped her, the bloody memories from her past. Something about the boy had reminded her of her lost comrades…maybe because he was so young, young like her. Whatever the reason, she found herself turning around and running back to him; despite that her gun had no bullets, despite the fact it might put her own life at stake.

“Didn’t I tell you to hurry up?!” Tawny shouted. She stood behind the boy and kicked out with her leg, skirt flying up as she nailed the zombie right in the head. Its neck snapped back, falling limply to the side, and then she smacked it a few times with her gun, beating it away. She grabbed the boy under his shoulders, dragging him back, and then quickly moved away from him. “Get up!” she ordered frantically. One of the zombies grabbed at her shirt, pulling the sleeve as it tried to lean in to bite her, but she quickly elbowed it in the face, knocking it back. It staggered a few steps, stumbling away from her, and fell into the other zombies that had come up behind them.

Tawny turned to the boy, who was still on the ground, and then yanked him to his feet in one swift move, grabbing his arm and hauling his body up. She started dragging him again, because apparently he had not listened to her, and then darted into one of the alleyways off to the side. She watched as a few zombies passed by, looking around blinding, groaning angrily because their food was running away. She grabbed a stone from the ground and then threw it, aiming so that it struck a metal pole behind the foul creatures. Most of them turned to look, gawking stupidly in the direction the noise had come from. Then Tawny turned to the boy again, seeing he was still standing with her. She quickly put a hand over his mouth, so he would not be able to blow their cover. “See that?” she whispered very quietly in his ear. “It’s a fire escape. They can’t climb.” As she spoke, she pointed out across the street to where a small ladder-like object was hanging from the roof.

Before she started moving, however, she bent down and tore the zombie hand from the guy’s leg. It was gross and it was bothering her. Not to mention he’d probably trip on it and fall flat on his face if she left it there, which would get him, if not both of them, killed. She held it up to his face for a second, showing him, waving it around as if to say ‘loser’, and then tossed it to the side. “Now let’s go.” She pushed him out into the open, following close behind him. She would run behind him this time to be sure no zombies attacked him again. The corpses would probably hear their footsteps soon and turn around, but they didn’t have time to waste.

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[Jun Matsumoto]

Jun pushed back on the jaws snapping at his neck as hard as he could, but he could feel his arm muscles weakening under the strain. He wasn't weak by any stretch, but this undead monster, this risen corpse, it was determined, it was tireless, and it was animated with some science that Jun couldn't compete with. No matter how hard he fought it, it matched his vigour, desperate to devour him, and needing both arms to stop it eating his face his knife was useless. He gulped. This was it. This was the end. No doubt the hottie had been dragged down too, and unable to help him, they would die together, the Romeo and Juliet of the modern, more zombie infested world. At least he got to meet her before he died, got to fall in love before death made him its bitch.

He thought hard on some sort of soliloquy or epilogue he could try and speak, make the moment more touching, but too involved in delaying being a zombie snack, he couldn't concentrate all too well, and the best he could come up with was “Fuck this.” And with that, he arms gave way a little, and zombie teeth, rotting breath and all, rushed toward his face to munch upon his perfect bone structure. Wincing away, squeezing his eyes shut, he waited for the inevitable gnash...the gnash that never came.

A rush of wind made him open his eyes, and as he did so, he watched the zombie atop him get kicked square in its jaw. Its head snapped backward pathetically, and it flew off of him. His eyes traced back from the things broken neck, up the extended leg, over exposed thigh, and finally came to rest on an uplifted skirt, on a pair of perfect white underwear. Eyes widening, gulping again although for altogether different reasons, Jun could only marvel at the sight of his angels panties and bare upper leg. “Thank you...God.” he muttered under his breath, knowing that he'd been granted some special second chance, that some benevolent force loved him. He'd kept his life, and seen perfection in the form of upskirt glances.

At the same time, the girl who he'd saved, who was now saving him, withdrew her leg from the powerful kick, before she proceeded to swing at the beast with her gun to keep it back. Before he'd even had a chance to get up, she was then grabbing his shoulders, dragging him backward, pulling him along the floor. However, she was interrupted, and she delivered a swift karate like elbow to the face of her attacker, an old zombie, barely more than bones. In any other situation it would have appeared somewhat comical, but here, it was just terrifying. He looked at their increased number, and realized that the gun shots must have drawn more. They multiplied so quickly1

She was back with him moments later, trying to pull him up again. 'Get up!' This time, he didn't need telling twice. In a burst of energy, he moved with her, using her lift to catapult himself to his feet. When she turned to sprint, he sprinted with her, this time managing to keep up with her. However, he didn't make it far before she leaned sideways, colliding with him, sending him barrelling into a dark alley way. He fell hard against a wall, but managed to stay on his feet. The girl followed after him, picking up a stone and hurling it back into the mass of undead. Or so it seemed. Rather, the small rock passed over their heads, and a moment later a loud ringing echoed out. It must have struck some sort of metal pipe or another.

Slowly, the mass turned, heading aimlessly toward the new sound. Jun, despite being breathless, grinned. She was good. She'd distracted them, brought them some time. Hot and a survivor. The girl couldn't get more perfect. About to speak, he felt her push against him, her soft hand clamping over his mouth. All he could do was muffle some unintelligible sentence, most of the sound blocked by her cupped palm. Then she leaned forward, her body colliding with his, and she whispered very lightly in his ear; “See that? It's a fire escape. They can't climb.”

This close to her, her scent was intoxicating, and he struggled to concentrate on a single word she said. She, the hottest girl in the world, was pushed against him! Her boobs were touching him. Her hand was touching him. Her breath tickled his ear. All he could do was nod pathetically, only able to take her orders because of the gravity of the situation, due to matters of life and death. He couldn't respond as his mouth was dry, throat coarse, her proximity to him causing his brain to go all hazy and malfunction.

About ready to move, he was stopped in his tracks when the girl bend down before him. Her head leaving his ear level and dropping to about crotch height. Eyes nearly popping from his skull, Jun let in a quick intake of breath. Was this it? Were his dreams about to come true?! Was she going to repay him for being her saviour here and now? Maybe caught up in the moment she had been over come with passion and had to show how much she cared. There was no other explanation! Pushing his hair back out of his face, he leaned backward a little, thrusting his hips outward a little toward where he expected her to be waiting readily.

However, she appeared again moments later, waving a severed arm in his face. Blinking for a moment, realizing what had transpired, just quickly felt his cheeks flush. Grinning sheepishly, he shrugged, and then cleared his throat as quietly as he could. “Sorry! he managed in a whisper.

“Now let's go.” With that, he saluted, and set off, guided by a firm push from the girl. He made his way as swiftly as he could toward the fire escape, holstering his knife as he moved, thinking he'd rather not try and climb with it in his hand. On reaching it, he ran a foot or so past it, checking down the alley way the other side to check it was deserted. He was met with a darkness, no moving bodies, no noise, no nothing. It was empty. Satisfied, he nodded a little and spun back to the metallic runged ladder. Motioning to it, grinning at the girl, he shrugged. “Ladies first. After you.”

Chivalrous? Yes. Well mannered? Yes. Lecherous? Also a possibility. While Jun believed himself to have impeccable manners around women, he also knew that should she climb the ladder first, he'd be able to follow after her and resume the view he'd had only a little earlier whilst looking like a gentleman. Ingenious! Pride swelled within his chest at his plan, and he motioned to it again as if to reiterate what he'd said, just waiting for her to make her move.

[Tawny Ambrose]

The two of them quickly dashed across the street. To Tawny’s relief, none of the zombies seemed to have noticed. Most of them were gathering around the pole that the rock had hit, running into each other stupidly. A triumphant smirk lit her face, pride swelling up in her chest. She was pleased with what she had accomplished, feeling very smart. She suddenly liked playing the role of hero. It meant she got to show off her survival skills to someone less fortunate. And above that it made her feel needed, which was something she hadn’t felt in a very long time. As they reached the fire escape, Tawny skidded to a halt.

“Ladies first. After you.”

Tawny gave a short laugh. “Pft. You perv.” It didn’t take a genius to figure out why this guy was letting her climb up first, especially since he had that lecherous grin on his face. Not that she really cared right now. That was just fine with her. So, he’d get a peek at her panties. Big deal. At least she would have a better chance of surviving this way. If the zombies closed in on them too quick they’d drag this stupid guy down and not her. “As you wish,” she muttered, shoving past him and jumping onto the fire escape. “If the zombies drag anyone down though, it’s gonna be you.” Her hands gripped the cold metal and she winced slightly, not expecting the icy coldness. She flexed her fingers a few times, and then she began the long climb.

She glanced back from time to time, making sure that the boy was still behind her, making sure he hadn’t fallen down back to the ground. Luckily, he seemed like he could handle the climbing. The blonde-haired girl continued to climb, moving as fast as she could, pretending that she didn’t notice the looks the boy was giving her from behind. He was a strange kid, that was for sure. Even in the face of danger he acted like a complete and utter idiot, like, well, your typical hormonal teenage boy. Luckily, Tawny had been too focused on the flesh-eating zombies to realize that just a few minutes ago he had been thrusting his hips out to her, lecherous thoughts in mind. If she’d seen that, she probably would’ve left him for zombie food.

Tawny reached the top of the roof, pulling herself up with her arms. She crawled onto the surface and peered over at the edge, watching the boy climb. “Get your ass up here,” she hissed. God, why was he always so goddamn slow?! Oh well, he was far enough up now that the zombies couldn’t get him even if they wanted to. When he neared the top, she reached out a hand to him, offering to help him up. As she did so, she heard a loud creaking sound, metal grinding against metal. As she stared down at the boy, who was still making his way up the ladder, her eyes visibly widened, her heart skipping a beat.

She didn’t know why she cared. It wouldn’t be a huge loss if this boy were to fall. It’s just, at this height he would probably hit the ground with one of those sickening ‘splats’ and she didn’t really want to witness that. Well, that and it would actually be kind of sad to see this boy die. Yeah, okay, so she had no idea how the hell he was still alive, but as long as she had something to do with it no harm would come to him. She had no idea where this strange protectiveness came from, but at this very moment that didn’t matter. The boy needed to get his ass onto the damn roof! “Don’t look down. Take my hand. Now.” Her words were spoken remarkably calmly despite the panic she was feeling. She leaned forward farther, extending her hand to the boy, praying that the ladder would hold for at least a few seconds more.

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[Jun Matsumoto]

Jun stared at Tawny as she scoffed in his face, and despite her short, sharp laugh, meant to intimidate and deride him, he could hear nothing but heaven in her voice, the soft dulcet tones comparable to that of angel's. His heart skipped another few beats, and for a moment he wondered if his meeting her would lead him to have an early heart attack. Not that he would care. He was in love, and he'd die knowing that his love had killed him.

“Pft. You perv.” Blushing a little at her words, he cleared his throat, ready to make some witty retort, but he was cut off as she barged past him, pushing him aside with her shoulder to mount the fire escape. “As you wish. If the zombies drag anyone down though, it's gonna be you.” Shrugging at her statement, he just stepped back, waiting for her to start her climb. It took her a few moments to start making her way up the rungs, but when he did, all he could do was look after her with wide eyes, afraid to blink, not wanting to miss a thing. After only a few feet, he saw exposed thigh, and staring listlessly up her skirt, doing his best not to drool like an animal, he followed after her.

Jun took little in of the climb. He seemed unable to register the pain in his limbs, the dull ache that throbbed through his thighs, showing he had over exerted himself throughout the past day. He had done too much exercise without sleeping, without taking rest. Then, nor could he feel the freezing steel against his palms and fingers, his brain blocking it out completely. He was far to preoccupied with the sight above him.

With each rung she climbed, each movement she made, her skirt moved and the muscles in her perfectly toned legs flexed. The moonlight caught her skin and it shone, and no matter how hard he might, he could not tear his gaze from her tight white panties, the way they clung to her- He didn't get to finish his thought, as the girl glanced down at him, and he had to avert his eyes from between her legs to her butt. It was about the best he could manage, as he was caught too off guard to pretend not to be looking.

Luckily she seemed to ignore his gazing, and returned her attention to watching where she was going. Breathing a sigh of relief, Jun returned to staring at her panties, grinning in gratification, happy that she'd let him go behind her, even though she apparently knew what he was going to try and pull. That made him think; maybe she wanted him to look? Maybe she thought he was hot? Then again, how couldn't she.

Tawny reached the top well before him, and he almost stopped dead in awe as she pulled herself up and over the lip of the roof, having to spread her legs as far apart as she could manage in order to get her entire body onto the flat surface. He nearly dropped off the ladder, close to fainting from elation. However, she disappeared from view momentarily, and then her face appeared seconds later, looking down at him with her brow furrowed. “Get your ass up here.” He could only gawp back, and nod vacantly. He continued upwards, looking up at her face, thinking, not for the first time, how hot she was.

So entranced he was that when the sickening shriek of tearing metal rang through the otherwise silent evening, he nearly missed it. It sounded so far off at first, like a woman's scream from miles away. It was only when the ladder he was clinging to started to give way, breaking away from the bolts that held it to the wall, that he realized it was much closer. Looking about himself, he froze. For a moment time seemed to still, until it was set back into motion when the ladder loved again, when a few rungs fell away, when the support he was holding onto lurched violently away from the wall.

He let off a small shout, feeling adrenaline rush through his body, and he began climbing like a man possessed. Nothing existed any more except his survival, yet even those he was closing in on the top, he knew he wouldn't make it. The ladder would give out before he was safe. He would plummet, he would -

Before he could think more on the painful ways to die, a soft, delicate hand was thrust toward him, held out like a lifeline. “Don't look down. Take my hand. Now.” Her voice was demanding, yet somehow calm despite the situation. This chick was impressive. She was more conditioned than she let on. She must have been out here surviving for ages. But he didn't have time to think of that. His life was in her hands again, and he could wonder about his angel as soon as he was safe again.

Putting his foot firmly on the rung below him, he lowered himself into a half crouch, tensed his muscles, and then pushed off as hard as he could. Letting go of the ladder, he ended up launching himself into a powerful spring. In mid air, he took hold of Tawny's hand, letting her stability steady him, and finally he rested his feet on the top rung, almost completely fallen away, and then gave one last push.

He flew forward with so much force that he cleared the ladder and lip of the building in one, and hit Tawny with such force that he knocked her backward, landing on her. He dropped between her legs, and his head fell forward onto her chest, his face buried in her breasts. Unable to move for a moment, he just lay there, happy that he'd survived. Then, moments later, he realized how he'd landed. Atop her. He was resting against some...interesting places. He felt something swell within him, or rather outside of him and slowly, he raised his head, grinning, gazing into her face. “Oops!” he said, to the crescendo of a collapsing ladder ringing out behind him.

[Tawny Ambrose]

There was a loud crash as the ladder dropped, falling to the street, colliding with the concrete below. Somehow, the boy had managed to survive it, at the last second jumping out of death’s path. He was lying atop her now, resting heavily against her body. “Hey,” Tawny said to him, giving him a light shove. “Hey. You okay?” He looked kind of dazed. What was his problem? Had he hit his head or something? She studied him for a few seconds and then sighed, deciding that he was probably recovering from the shock of his near death experience.

“Oops!”

His voice rang out as he finally raised his head, a rather dopy looking grin on his face. Huh? Why was he grinning like that? Didn’t he realize that he’d almost just died? Did that bother him at all?! God. She hadn’t even been the one hanging by a thread of life, second away from death, and her heart was racing. She’d thought for sure the guy was a goner, that he was going to fall with the ladder, and she was going to have to witness another person die a gory death. Luckily, that hadn’t been the case. She didn’t know how the hell this boy had survived for so long out here, because, well, to put it nicely he didn’t seem like the brightest tool in the shed. “W-Wipe that grin off your face and get up,” Tawny ordered him, giving him another shove, this one a little harder. She wanted him off her. He was heavy! And…he was resting at a kind of awkward angle.

The boy didn’t move though, still sprawled on top of her, just grinning up at her. “Ugh, you’re heavy. Get off me,” Tawny groaned. Why was he still lying there like that? He was alive, he was breathing, he could move if he wanted! She squirmed around underneath him, trying to free herself. It took a few tries, but she was finally able to squeeze her way out, wriggling away from the boy, letting his body drop against the roof. She quickly scrambled to her feet, dusting off her skirt. “Get ahold of yourself,” she told him with a huff. “You’re alive, right? So get up already.” She reached down, grabbing the collar of his shirt with her hand, and swiftly yanked him to his feet. Or, well, she tried. He’d been a little heavier than she’d accounted for though, and pulling him up had been harder than she’d thought.

Once that had been done, Tawny looked around, examining their surroundings. They were on a roof, obviously. She had no idea how they were going to get down though. Great. This was just great. They were stuck on some random roof, and night was falling. Actually, it was already pretty dark out, and Tawny could see the last traces of the sun disappearing behind the mountain. Oh, lovely. They’d have to spend the night up here together now, wouldn’t they? She sighed inwardly, casting a glance at the boy. She didn’t really want to spend any more time than she had to with him, but it didn’t look like there were any other options. Besides, there were bigger problems. It was cold, and as the sun disappeared she could already see her breath forming in the air. Within a few hours it would be even colder. Looks like they had a fun night ahead of them, one that consisted of them freezing their asses off.

“Great,” Tawny said out loud, walking carefully over to the edge of the roof. “We’re stuck.” She stared at the fallen ladder below, looking displeased. “I mean, how the hell are we gonna get down? Your fat ass broke the ladder.” She shot a glare at the boy, folding her arms across her chest. She held the expression for a moment, but then let it drop, shoulders slumping forward. “Yeah, this is a problem.” She chewed on her lower lip, something she did when she was thoughtful. She knew that she would soon regret asking this, but she did it anyway, and glanced over at the boy who was a few feet behind her. “You got any bright ideas?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow. She really doubted that he’d know what to do, as he hadn’t really been much of a help so far, but she figured she would ask. Who knew, maybe he’d surprise her.

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[Jun Matsumoto]

Jun rocked back and forth atop Tawny as she gave him a slight shove, too lost in his thoughts and the sight of her face and body to take note of what was happening about him, to steady himself after she pushed him. He heard her voice sound, but he didn't really hear what it was she was saying, and he just let out a slight and lofty murmur in response, something sounding like a slow, drawn out 'mmhhmm.' It didn't take long for him to become weary of holding his head up, the position awkward, and rather than him adjusting himself to better lie atop her, he just collapsed back down between her breasts, more than happy to use them as pillows for the time being.

He barely noted that he was rocked a few more times, as he was far too happy he was lying on his new girlfriend, and was too concentrated on her rather than what she was saying. He smiled a little dimly to himself, using her pushes and movements to burrow deeper into her chest. He was unsure how he managed to resist the urge to raise his hands and squeeze, but for the time being it seemed as though his was happy with his head stuck where it was. However, the longer he lay atop her, the more aggravated she became, and soon her protests became too loud to overlook.

“Ugh, you're heavy. Get off me!”

Lifting himself a little, Jun tried to rearrange himself so his weight wasn't as crushing, yet as he did so, the girl took her chance to wriggle away from him, and managed to squirm out from underneath him, her efforts finally rewarded. A little slow on the uptake, he tried to drop himself back down on her, but underestimated how far she had moved and ended up cracking his chin on the concrete of the roof, the action sprawling his body out in a starfish-like shape. All he could do was remain there, dazed at the sudden pain that coursed through his head, and while the girl next to him dusted off her shirt and skirt, he let out a low “Ouch.”

Jun was not prone for long, though, as his future wife seemed to be getting impatient. As his senses tried to reassert themselves after they'd been focused on entirely one thing (or rather two), he felt his collar tighten, and the girls soft fingers brush down the back of his neck. Moments later he was being dragged to his feet, the girl using her entire weight to haul him up. It was, perhaps, one of the most uncomfortable feelings of his life. As she pulled him, she tightened the fabric around his neck, and, rather pathetically, he struggled for breath. Rising to his feet, he tried to gain some purchase, following her every movement and pulling the opposite direction, hoping to ease his choking.

As soon as he was on his feet, she released him. This had two effects on Jun; one was that he could breathe again, and he sucked air into his lungs with a deep and resounding gasp. The second was that he'd been pulling so hard against her he'd managed to completely unbalance himself, and he ungracefully stumbled forward, tripping on his own feet, coming close to hurling himself over the edge of the building and down the numerous floors they had just climbed. He barely managed to catch himself, and he was left looking down over the abyss which could have taken his life. His breathing accelerated, and he turned to look at his companion with wide eyes. “Be careful!” he breathed in his best efforts to scold her for choking him. However, she seemed to ignore him, turning about in small circles, examining their surroundings. As she did so, Jun righted himself, stood, brushed himself off, and shuffled eagerly to join her. As he approached, he sniffed the air for her perfume, all too happy to let it intoxicate him.

“Great, we're stuck. I mean, how the hell are we gonna get down? Your fat ass broke the ladder.” Her voice broke the silence of the evening, and had he been slightly more aware of what the girls facial expressions may have been rather than being enchanted by the movement of her chest as she folder her arms, Jun may have noted her glare. As it was, he merely heard what she said, and quickly brought his eyes up to look at hers. “Hey...” he said, sounding a little hurt, “I am not fat! It's muscle!” And with that, he lifted his arms up, tensing them in a 'muscle pose' in an attempt to increase his very small muscle mass.

“And, actually, I think your ass is...” he started, but never finished. Jun, ever ready to make retorts, managed to stop himself before he insulted the girl he wished to marry. What he had wanted to say was that, actually, her ass was far bigger than his, but also far nicer, and that her boobs must have added some unnecessary weight on the climb. However, he realized this would do him no favours, and instead whispered “...perfect” in order to end the sentence, turning it into a compliment and a complete truth.

“Yeah, this is a problem.” Jun merely shrugged, and while she chewed her lip, he began to walk the perimeter of the roof, looking down at the broken ladder, at the place they had run from the hordes of undead, and felt a surge of epicness flow through him. He'd survived, she'd survived, and they would continue to survive. He didn't see that there was much of a problem at all. In fact, looking down at the zombies below, he felt the urge to taunt them, and pointing one finger at their gathered masses, let out a long “HA! We win, you brainless meat sacks! Oh yeah! Alright!” With that, he shook his hips left and right in a little dance, hoping to prove to any watching how much awesomeness he possessed.

When he had finished, he turned back to Tawny, who had asked him if he had any bright ideas. As per normal, he had none, not at first anyway, and he was forced to ponder for a moment. He just shrugged, and then stated the obvious; “Well, I guess we just sleep up here tonight? It's pointless looking around in the dark for a way down. It'd be better to wait it out until daylight so we have a better view of our surroundings.” For a moment, Jun sounded somewhat intelligent, but alas, as with everything smart the boy did, he had to go and ruin it. “But it is cold up here yeah? So you might wanna, y'know, cuddle or snuggle...and stuff...to keep your pretty self warm?” He grinned hopefully. That would make his night.

“Oh, and I'm Jun by the way, Jun Matsumoto.” He finally managed to tell her his name, and he winked at her as he did so, happy to finally reveal his identity.

[Tawny Ambrose]

“Be careful!”

What an idiot. Tawny watched as the boy stumbled around, nearly doing a face plant right off the edge of the roof. “Me?” she asked incredulously, pointing at herself. “You be careful! You’re the one tripping over air. I just saved your life, so don’t throw it away already.” She sighed to herself, rolling her eyes. When he had staggered right up to the edge like that her heart had skipped a beat, thinking for sure the klutz would fall. She was glad he didn’t though, simply because if he had fallen, he would have died, and that would have meant all that effort she’d just put into rescuing him would’ve been for nothing. She hated wasting her time, so this boy better take good care of himself and cherish the fact that he was still alive. She wasn’t planning on saving his ass again.

“Hey...I am not fat! It's muscle!”

Tawny looked up at the sound of his voice. What’d he want now? She was trying to plan their escape, or, at least her escape. The blonde watched as the boy held up his arm, flexing it, trying to make himself look all macho. Yeah, it wasn’t working. Tawny just stared at him for a moment. How could he be so relaxed, so carefree? Did he even realize how close to death he’d been only seconds before?! “Oh, you’re so strong,” she said in a sarcastic way, drawing out the words. She walked up to him, closing the distance between them. She leaned toward him and reached out a hand, placing her fingers on his arm lightly. She waited a moment, looking him in the eye, and then squeezed his arm as hard as she could. As she expected, there wasn’t much muscle there. “Pft. I probably have more manly arms than you and I’m a woman.” She moved a step back, smirking.

“And, actually, I think your ass is....perfect.”

Wait. What the hell? It took him nearly forever to finish the sentence, his eyes distant as if he were on some other planet. Had he just seriously said that? “Hey. Are you trying to flirt with me or something?” Tawny asked, lifting an eyebrow. “Because, y’know, I doubt this is a good time, seeing as we just –” Wait, was he even listening to her?!

“HA! We win, you brainless meat sacks! Oh yeah! Alright!”

Tawny watched in disbelief as the boy blatantly ignored her, shouting something at the top of his lungs, dancing around like an absolute moron. She could do nothing but stare at him in shock, wondering how someone so freaking careless had survived out here for so long. As she watched, he turned to her and began to talk again, saying something about ‘cuddling and snuggling and stuff’ to stay warm during the night. With each word that left his mouth Tawny’s frown worsened. “Oh, and I'm Jun by the way, Jun Matsumoto.”

“You fool!” she hissed, striding forward and grabbing him by the arm. “What are you doing?! Shut up! They’ll hear you!” She spoke in an urgent whisper, and as she did so, she clamped her hand down over his mouth for the second time, forcing him to be quiet. “Just stop talking for a second, ‘kay?” She glared at him, moving around so that she was in front of him, facing him. She still kept her hand over his mouth though, not wishing to hear him speak again just yet. “And there will be no ‘cuddling or stuff’ tonight. Got it?” She locked her gaze with him, brown eyes fierce. She stood there for a moment longer, making her point clear, and then she released him and peered over the side of the roof. Below she saw the zombies beginning to gather, coming in like a swarm of bees. Great, just great. “Just look what you’ve done,” Tawny mumbled, face-palming. “Now we’re surrounded. How the hell are we ever going to get down?” She gave him a somewhat dirty look and then just sighed, slumping down to the ground, falling to her knees.

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[Jun Matsumoto]

Jun let out a startled squawk as Tawny stepped forward, took hold of his wrist in a firm grip, and dragged him away from the edge. She spoke in a hushed whisper, questioning his victory dance, worrying that the undead below them would hear him. Good! He wanted them to hear him. He wanted them to know that they, the worlds most perfect couple, had outsmarted them. However, before he could tell her this, explain his actions, her soft hand was once again clamped over his mouth, and all that came out was a muffled “Iii watneyd thim tyoo.”

“Just stop talking for a second, 'kay?” Jun listened to his angel's request, and as she still had her hand over his mouth, he could do nothing but nod slowly, wishing to please her. He watched her face carefully as she moved around in front of him, staring longingly at her big brown eyes, so beautiful even though she looked a little pissed off. Perhaps he'd just caught her at the wrong time? Maybe it was...that time...of the month. Her next words confirmed such a suspicion. “And there will be no 'cuddling and stuff' tonight. Got it?” Of course not tonight. Tonight was a bad time for her. But in saying that, it meant she wouldn't necessarily mind it another night, one when her stomach wasn't killing her. This made him smile beneath her palm, and his mind wondered to such possible, miraculous events, a dream look spreading across his face.

However, she managed to gleam his attention once again, locking her him in a fierce stare. The action, was, most likely to try and put the errant boy off trying anything, but instead, Jun could only thing that she'd be a tiger in bed, full of energy, controlling and dominant; none of these things a bad trait in the bedroom. She seemed to stare at him forever, and without realizing it, he slowly inched towards her. He couldn't help himself, his body moved on its own. It was time. He readied himself to make his move. Leaning against her palm, he puckered his lips, ready to spring forward and kiss her, her gaze leaving no doubt in his mind that such an action was the only option.

As soon as her hand dropped back to her side, he fell forward, mouth ready to kiss her. Alas, the girl before him seemed not to have noticed. She stepped around him, leaving his lips to meet nothing but thin air. He stumbled forward a little, confused at her actions. Turning slowly to look at her, a red blush taking a hold of his cheeks, he narrowed his eyes a little. “Hey!” he managed, although he said it to the girls back, her attention focused completely elsewhere.

Oddly enough, she had approached the edge of the building, and was now looking down at the streets below. Her face was pale, eyes wide, and to say she did not look impressed was an understatement. What was it she'd seen? Walking over to join her, shuffling slowly, Jun too peered over the edge, standing shoulder to shoulder with her. Just as his eyes focused on the gloom below, his future sex-goddess face palmed. “Just look what you've done! Now we're surrounded. How the hell are we going to get down?”

Looking at the zombies gathered below, Jun gulped. How had this been his fau- wait. The dance! His shouts! It looked as though the zombies had heard him alright. They had heard him, and come to see if he'd been on a more reachable level. He suddenly regretted his boyish show of success, and uttered a light “Ooops” in response to their gathering. Turning back to the girl, he watched her drop from her feet to her knees, looking somewhat defeated.

Ashamed at himself, feeling foolish for forgetting his own survival rules, he took a few steps away from her and let out a long sigh. He had to do something to make it up to her. It only took a seconds thought, and he was ready to impress her once again, win some of her favour back. Turning back to face her, he started shrugging out of his jacket. “Well, we were gonna stay up here tonight anyway right? Look for a way down in the morning? If that is still the plan, some of them undead things may have gone by first light. They could hear something else or get bored. As soon as his jacket fell about his arms, he wriggled it off, and folded it over his forearm. “If we're gonna sleep up here, and apparently you don't wanna snuggle, you could get cold though, so take this.” With that he tossed the jacket over to her, it landing half on her thighs, half on the floor, kicking up a little dust. “If they are still there in the morning when we look for a way down, we can try find a different route. Or we distract them.” With that, he too slumped down, falling into a rather graceless sitting position. He wrapped his arms about himself, and tucked his chin into his t-shirt.

Casting one last glance at the girl, he winked. “And don't worry 'bout me getting' cold. Despite what you think, you don't have more manly arms than me. These babies,” he said, flexing his muscles a little, “they're steel industry buff. They can take anything, even the weather.” He paused for a moment, wishing such things were as true as he made them out to be. “I still wouldn't mind snugglin though...” He added, more as a quiet afterthought than anything else.