Ryu POV
"Why are there zombies crawling in Haven?!"
I roared from the top of my lungs before slamming my fist against a zombie's face, watching him fly before it could take a bite out of me. That only drew more of them towards me. From all the horror movies I have seen, I assumed zombies would be slow and easy to fight, but now I'm starting to think otherwise.
They charged at me like a pack of wolves, but I was able to fight back as I punched and kicked them away while I tried to catch my breath before receiving a couple of bites and scratches onto my arms, shoulders, and back. Luckily, my immune system was strong enough to protect me from turning into the living dead. However, having to endure the agony was far more strenuous as my face cringed.
Just then, one zombie managed to jump and tackle me on my back, trying to take my head while I struggled to push it off. I had only let my guard down for a minute and was immediately taken by surprise.
Then I felt a gust of wind and felt the rotting corpse get flung off of me, watching it fly five feet away and its' body shattering into pieces once it hit the ground. I was flabbergasted as my body tensed up.
"Always keep your guard up, Ryu! Even if you can't get infected, these things can still kill you if you aren't alert!" Jessica was quick enough to cover my rear against the remaining adversaries that were behind me. She was indifferent by the sight of the undead as she fought with an irate expression, knocking one's head with her foot while she thrust her fist and mercilessly tore out another's spine.
Although I was grateful for Jessica saving my life, I was terrified by how she didn't bat an eye as she ruthlessly destroyed her opponents.
Suddenly, my mouth dropped almost to the ground when I saw a ball of the dead getting thrown over my head and onto an alternate parking side, smashing against a line of cars while the alarms went off. Storming up with a glare was Cristina with her fist balled and her breathing heavy. Her sweater dressed was covered in rips and tears with her midriff exposed and her left sleeve torn off as her left side-boob was showing.
"That's for ruining my favorite dress, you rotting bags of meat!" she shook her fist as she sneered.
"How can you two stay so calm from all of this?!" I yelled in angst with an arched brow while I continued fighting.
Jessica shrugged her shoulders before ripping a zombie vertically in half. She responded with a fixed glare, "Honestly, they're not really that scary to us. Since we vampires are immune to their infection and we're basically immortal, they're not really a threat to us."
"Same for us werewolves. Even though they're totes gross, zombies are only scary to humans and not to us," Cristina remarked, having her arms transformed as she crushed two zombies' head within her palms. She cringed in disgust while swatting the goo off her hands in the air while repeating "Ew!" over and over.
"Well, like Jessica said. Even if they can't infect us, they can still kill us, and with this horde running amok, that'll likely be a possibility!" I stated cholerically, having a stern demeanor with my brows furrowed. "We need to get back into the complex before it's too late."
Unfortunately, we couldn't find a way out. We were too far away from the building's entrance and we were completely surrounded.
"This is going to be difficult." The girls and I huddled up together, baring our fists and were about to get ready for the fight of our lives as the undead horde began to advance.
Suddenly, all three of us heard a loud clank from inside the alleyways beside the apartment complex. The latter to the fire escape had fallen. I didn't know if this was a blessing in disguise or a coincidence, by at that moment, I didn't really care.
"Quick! Climb up as fast as you can!"
All three of us looked up and saw a figure poking its' head out of a window on the sixth floor. We didn't hesitate and complied, running to the latter with Jessica climbing up first, then Cristina, and lastly me. We got into the apartment room and closed the window.
"Thanks for the save back there," I remarked with a grin. However, when I turned around, my face immediately became perturbed.
All over the room were charts, and newspaper clippings, and photos of questionable content, some of which were about us. It was like standing in the Batcave from the 1940s Detective Comics.
"It was no problem at all." The three of us immediately turned to a shadowy corner and sauntering out was a werecat.
He looked to be about our age with short gray hair, pale skin, and yellow eyes just like Cristina. He was dressed in a tank top with an AC/DC logo and a jeans jacket over it, Levi's pants with a chain belt, and a pair of black boots with straps and buckles all over the fabric. Although he appeared human, the only thing that stood out was his cat ears and long silver tail protruding out in visible sight.
"How are you?" I asked.
"My name is Cheshire Dubois and I have the answers you need."
He crossed his arms, looking confident while he flashed a stoic demeanor. "Now, you are wondering what the hell is going on, am I right?"
I heard several rips from behind while I saw Cristina storming up to the werecat. His face turned red, as the werewolf girl got close.
"Yeah, I got a question for you. Why are there, like, a lot of pictures of us on your blackboard-thingy, especially pictures of me." Cristina questioned while arching a brow. In her hands were pictures of her doing various, yet provocative, activities such as her jogging in her sports bra, shaving her legs, doing yoga in her underwear, and that time she came home hot and sweaty.
"How the hell did you get these photos?" I was a little disturbed from seeing these. Suddenly, the catboy took the photos and quickly shoved them in his back pocket before slightly coughing.
"Let's just pretend that never happened," he dismissed nervously. His face was just as red as Cristinas'. "What I really mean is that if you are wondering why I saved you and what's the deal with the zombies."
"Yeah, that's actually what I want to know." I nodded. Hands on my hips, I looked around and saw my friends were not as perplexed as I was.
I looked at Jessica and raised my eyes. I asked, "Aren't you guys wondering the same thing as me?"
The vampire girl merely shrugged and pursed her lips.
"It's not that I'm wondering. I already know why there are zombies because it's the seventeenth."
"The seventeenth?"
