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With a countdown they could barely synchronize by just looking into each other's eyes, Nach dashed toward Imamura and Ishi, timing his right foot to step on their intertwined hands to give him a lift and boost his jump, allowing him to reach the second floor and grab the edge of the unlocked window of the science room.
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From behind the infirmary room, their group ran as quickly and quietly as they could, avoiding attracting the attention of the students and teachers who had already turned undead and were lurking inside the rooms visible through the windows as they moved along the back of the school, until they reached the room below the science room on the second floor.
Luckily for them, they spotted an unlocked window, so they didn't have to break the glass and attract the undead. And as if the odds were with them—
Good job, Saya, Kohta, Nach thought upon seeing that there were no undead inside the science room, except for the corpses left behind by the pair as they fled.
With his experience in rock climbing and the strength he'd gained from training as a survival nerd, he pulled his large muscular body up with just his right arm and silently opened the window to slip inside.
Nach removed the curtains wrapped around his body and tied them into a makeshift rope before dropping the other end to pull Kyoko, Shizuka, Imamura, and Ishi up to the second floor one by one, before any undead on the ground could spot and chase them—or before the few still lurking in the hallway noticed them.
"Grab anything you can use as a weapon," he whispered. Their only choices were the lightweight wooden chairs stacked on top of the tables. Regardless, it was better than having nothing to defend themselves with, so each of them grabbed a chair.
Although he knew the undead—or zombies—in Highschool of the Dead couldn't see and only reacted to sound, as a zombie apocalypse enthusiast, Nach still tried to keep his presence low as he peeked behind the door, watching the undead lurking in the hallway.
Looking at them, a sudden thought came to his mind.
If he were to classify zombies, there would be five categories.
Category 1: Zombies like those from The Walking Dead—mostly slow-moving, except for a few variants.
Category 2: Zombies from World War Z—aggressive and, like those in Category 1, react to sound.
Category 3: Zombies like those from The Last of Us—have enhance strength and moving like a hive, capable of calling others.
Category 4: Zombies that mutate and gain absurd powers, like those from Resident Evil.
Category 5: The most dangerous—when there's someone capable of controlling the undead.
Thankfully, they're just Category 1...
At that thought, Nach realized what he had just done.
Shit—I just raised a red flag.
"Is something wrong?" Kyoko asked, noticing Nach's blank, almost idiotic expression as she stood beside him and peeked into the hallway herself.
"It's nothing. Please stay close to me and don't fall behind. Always be wary of your surroundings, everyone," he said, before stepping out the door and smashing the head of the nearest undead with his chair.
"Who exactly is that man?" Shizuka whispered, directing her question to Imamura standing behind her.
"He's probably Hayashi-sensei's lover—"
"Stop gossiping and follow his lead."
At Kyoko's remark, the rest of them followed behind.
Nach led the front, eliminating the slow-moving undead one by one, while Kyoko and Shizuka stayed close behind so he could protect them from any threats. Imamura and Ishi covered the rear, knocking down any undead emerging from the rooms to chase them.
Their group moved at a steady pace, having no trouble dispatching the few undead blocking their path and outrunning those behind. But just as they were about to reach the stairs leading to the third floor—
"Ahgh!"
Shizuka tripped and was about to stumble forward, her large breasts nearly hitting the floor before her face—
"Gyaah!"
Only to shriek again for a different reason, as Nach—keenly waiting for that exact scene to happen like in the original story—caught her by stepping back, wrapping his left arm around her waist and, unintentionally or not, groping her large, soft right breast.
Time to fulfill my responsibility, Nach thought as he gently set Shizuka down on the floor—but not before rewarding himself with a few more light squeezes, making Shizuka shriek again.
As he looked at her blushing face, noticing a glint of embarrassment and perhaps a bit of lust in her eyes, Nach grabbed her skirt to tear it apart—hoping to indulge in her flustered reaction and savor the sight of her exposed thigh and a glimpse of her erotic panties. But before he could—
"Don't you dare sexually harass Marikawa-sensei like you did to me."
Kyoko shoved her chair straight at Nach's face, warning him that she would hit him with it if he continued.
"I wasn't, Kyoko," Nach said, looking toward her. "Like you, Shizuka won't be able to run in that skirt."
Despite Nach's pervertedness, it was a reasonable argument—and Kyoko couldn't deny it. But before she could give her approval for Nach to continue tearing up Shizuka's skirt—
"AHHH!"