Kozo Nezumi stood in the kitchen preparing his lunch for high school. He placed on one slice of bread some lettuce, tomato, onion, a chicken schnitzel that had rat poison within it, for seasoning he used salt, pepper and asbestos and he topped it up with mayonaise then placed a slice of bread on top to complete his sandwich. For a drink, he had a soda glass bottle of coke that was carefully emptied so he could pour his own homemade brand while making it look like it was fresh from the store. He poured bleach and laxadive but he got it just right so that the coke stood out more by testing it on his abusive father who would beat him every time he got it wrong, thinking Kozo got an expired coke instead of a normal one. When his father did not beat him, he knew then that he got it right, not to mention how sick his father got afterwards. Once he was done he walked out into the loungeroom, his mother was asleep on the couch with the tv still on, it was the morning News.

 “Russia has landed on US soil while China has invaded Taiwan. Despite the agreement of not using Nuclear weapons, we might be closer to the worlds ending than we think. In other news, dozens of citizens have been killed in a hit and run by the same truck driver. No one has ever seen this truck driver. Eye witnesses have claim that it is a supernatural entity, describing it as a black truck on fire, flames coming out of where the driver and passenger would be and disapearing after claiming a victim-”, Kozo walked out of the house and shut the door behind him.

School was the same as always, boring and terrible. The boys bullied him, the teachers always eyed him like he was going to shoot up the school, and the girls treated him like he was the ugliest boy in school. He kinda was. He was shorter than most of the boys but still taller than all the girls, skinny, scrawny, his entire body was hairless except for the top of his head and eyebrows, and his skin was so pale that up close you could see the blue and red veins beneath his skin, his eyes had slight dark patches around them like he never sleeps, his teeth were clean white but crooked because his alcoholic father and bullies would beat him senseless and his mother could not afford braces. His hair was long and black like that Grudge woman from that horror movie I forgot the name of. No matter how many times he tried, nobody wanted to be friends with him.

During lunchtime, outside, all the students had their own groups and spots that they always sit, Kozo however, always went upstairs and sat on the roof where nobody could find him.

“Hey, Zombie boy”

Well, almost nobody. 

“Think you could hide away did ya?”, 

It was the three stooges, Mutosoku Komoriko who stood in the middle with his stupid blonde hair, stupid blue eyes and stupid chad face, Tomomori Agikakisarasakisan who stood on the left in all his stupid 7ft tall glory, his stupid long crimson hair flowing through the wind while his black sunglasses shone stupidly, and of course his stupid muscles that looked stupidly like they were going to pop stupidly through his stupid shirt, and lastly, standing on the right was Tim Bob. The American exchange student who learned japanese from anime and hentai. He smiled with such stupidity.

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“Konichiwa, arigato rasengan kamehame hasu”, Tim said in a thick american accent. 

“Just say konichiwa”, Kozo replied.

“Hey, you speak japanese because its the only language you know. He’s speaking japanese because its the only language YOU know. Educate yourself, dick”, Tomo fired back, sounding like a WWE Superstar whilst also looking like one.

“I wasn’t criticising him, I was just helping him”, Kozo shouted.

“And what makes you think he even wants your feedback? Did you just assume he needed special help because he’s a weeb? you intolerant F#$%”, Tomo shouted.

“Za warudo?”, Tim asked.

“I assumed he wouldn’t mind because he’s not entirely a dipshit meathead like you”, Kozo said.

“THAT SENTENCE HAD TOO MANY SYLLABLES, APOLOGISE!”, Tomo yelled while punching Kozo in the stomach, knocking the wind and breakfast out of him. As Kozo lay on the ground struggling to breathe, Muto grabbed Kozo’s bag by one strap and shook it.

“What’s for lunch, Zombie boy”, Muto said with a grimace look. He turn the bag upside down and unzipped it. The contents of the bag fell to the concrete ground, spreading like a drop of liquid. Muto moved the books away like a magician spreading cards.

“Oh, looky here”, he said while picking up the sandwich and the bottle of soda. He tossed the sandwich over to Tomo and he twirled the bottle, the liquid inside sloshing and swirling.

“And I thought your broke ass couldn’t afford chicken, let alone a soda”, he said with a half smile. Tim and Tomo chuckled. 

“Ha, you’re right. He is broke”, Tomo said with a chuckle.

“Mitsubishi toyota ramen chin chin”, Tim said.

“Shut the F$#@ UP TIM, YOU'RE JUST SAYING RANDOM SHIT”, Muto yelled.

“Arigato gozaimasu”, Tim replied while bowing. Muto squatted down infront of Kozo, he looked him in the eye and held the bottle in between them.

“Want a sip?”, Muto asked. Kozo looked at the bottle then up into Muto’s eyes. 

“Come on, you probably haven’t had a taste of coke for a while”, Muto continued. He held the bottle closer to Kozo.

“Go ahead, have a lil sippy sip”, he said with a smile. They stared at each other for a moment. 

“No, you can have it”, Kozo said. Muto raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Why not?”, Muto asked sarcastically.

“Because its yours”, Kozo said pathetically while looking down to the ground.

“You’re damn right its mine”, Muto twisted the lid off and held it near his lips. Kozo looked up at him, Kozo did not show it but he was waiting impatiently. Muto pressed his lips to the tip of the bottle, the sunlight shone through the glass bottle and gleamed across Muto’s chin and neck. Kozo fought down his smile. Muto was not even looking at Kozo anymore, he perked his lips then spat into the bottle then twisted the lid back on it. Kozo’s heart fell into a deep hopelessness. 

“I’m feeling generous today, I think you can have it”, Muto said with a smile, then he stood up and walked away, leaving Kozo there on the ground. Tomo threw the sandwich on the ground infront of Kozo, it broke apart and the different pieces spread everywhere like a broken car with its parts going here and there. 

“Next time, get three sodas, B@#$%”, Tomo said. “Omae wa mo, Shindeiru”, Tim said. The three of them walked away, the school bell rang signifying the end of lunch. Kozo sat there on all fours, his plan fell to ruin. Sparkling tears fell from his eyes and onto the dry concrete ground.

“I-”, he whimpered.

“I hate", he sobbed. The rain began to pour.

"I hate this school, I hate my life, I hate this world. I JUST WANT TO DIE", His shouts were being drowned out by the thunder.

Unbeknownst to Kozo. Nobody heard his cries except one. Somewhere far away, in the darkest corner of the earth, hibernating. There was a burnt up truck. A powerful red flame lit up inside it. Smoke billowed from the side windows. Its engine roared. 

The beast is about to go hunting.