When Hana reached the first floor of Yamaguchi High, she frantically got up and ran as fast as she could. As she was running toward the exit, she saw another one of those cyprus zombies lurking nearby. She wondered how in the heck these marine-like creatures even came to be. But one thing stuck with her—She looked at all the zombies and realized that only girls were infected by the virus. As annoyingly sexist as it was, all the infected males turned into zombie flies that clung to any female zombie.
She screamed at the top of her lungs, "Whoever made this, you're a sexist son of a b****!"
Hana started thinking about what could have caused this catastrophic event. She rambled on and on—until she ran straight into one.
BAM~~!
She ricocheted off the zombie and tumbled onto the grass field."Ugh, that hurts—what the he—!" she groaned.
She looked up and saw the zombie up close. Its face was veiny, its teeth were jagged spikes, and its eyes were sunken in.And damn, Hana thought, she's still got those racks—even dead.
The zombie stared down at her. Hana realized she was lying on the ground with her legs spread apart. She yelled,"You liked the view, huh?"
Suddenly, the zombie looked pissed and slammed its arm into the ground.
Frightened, Hana scrambled to get up—until one of its vein-like petals latched onto the hem of her skirt, ripping it almost completely off.
"NO! DON'T DO THAT! MY STORY WILL GET DEMONETIZED!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
As she continued to run away from the horde of zombies she had alerted, she wailed back at them, "Stop chasing after me! Is it my body you want?"
The Venus flytrap-like zombie didn't seem to care what she had to say and continued to terrorize her. This time, it shot acid from its bust.
She stopped in awe, confused about how that even worked. But then again, she was being attacked. As she rolled to the side to avoid danger, a little of the acid landed on her clothes, melting them away.
Panicking, she tried to grab onto her last piece of clothing. Then she totally booked it, running away before it could evaporate too.
As she ran past her school exit, she saw a small clothing store. Relieved, she ran inside—only to feel completely dumbfounded.
Everything was sold out except for a super short skirt and a tightly fitted crop top, conveniently placed just for her.
Comically embarrassed and pissed that the only thing left for her in this apocalyptic world was fan-service clothing, she sighed.
Out of pure annoyance, she smirked and said, "It's better than nothing." She stripped down to put on the newly found clothes, furiously wearing them. With a bright red face and an eye twitching in disbelief, she finally looked at herself in the mirror. The tight crop top hugged all the wrong parts of her body, and the shorts barely covered anything.
She stammered, "This is just unbelievable. If the zombies are gonna look at me like some gravure idol, I'll give them a show while I obliterate them." As she started walking outside, she became all flustered and a little excited about the situation she was in at the moment. The quiet wind went past her plump thighs and legs, lifting up the skirt. As she checked herself in the mirror and grew more confident with her new look, she turned for a better view and quietly murmured, "Well, at least I got a great ass even during the apocalypse!" she excitedly told herself.
In the corner of the mirror's view, she saw a zombie coming towards her. And of course, plot armor came in handy with a nice, long, thick bat waiting to bash against those lustful zombies. She yelled at them, "Before I bash your skulls into meatballs, I'll show you some farewell service!"
She leaned back against the mirror, cocking one leg so that her skirt rode a bit higher than the other, arching her back and leaning forward, showing a glimpse of her new worn underwear, with "Death Upon Notice" written on it. Her face glowed red upon noticing the writing on her underwear, and she couldn't help but feel like a gorilla noticing it. While striking a sexy pose for the zombies, she waited for their next move.