#eatshithijikata

The decision wasn't hard to make when he was presented with it. The feeling of nostalgia chilled his very being and he grinned, a smile so twisted it couldn't possibly be natural. "An outbreak of zombies, huh?" The clear view of the lot of them slowly staggering their way towards the students prepared to slaughter as many as possible brought an odd sort of joy to the teenager. A sadist? Maybe. Thoughts of the enemy's splattered blood on his face twisted his lips until it was frightening. In an instant, he charged; light on his feet, he sprung forward, his speed outdoing the living dead by a long shot. At a matching speed, he drew his sword from its sheath, and in the same instant made a devastating blow to the three directly in his path. It wasn't until after he had past them that his slice seemed to take affect, zombies freezing in their walk before the blood appeared, spewing from their bodies like a thin mist until the wound opened further and they fell to the ground in a ruined heap. It was a crucial hit to the humans he's killed before, but zombies were a different thing; however deep that wound was, it might not have been enough to kill them. Ah, but oh well; they were left to bleed out on the ground unable to use their arms to get up so either way, he was satisfied with the damage done. He'd make note to aim for their necks the next swing, though.

There was something like a spring in his step as he continued, katana spinning once at his side while he suddenly stopped and waited, a zombie-of-a-student he thought he recognized taking their sweet time hobbling their way towards him. For blood-thirsty, undead monsters, they were quite the slow-pokes, weren't they? "Are you going to put up any kind of a fight?" The zombie raises his arm towards him, incoherent words fumbling out of his mouth. "Any kind of defense?" Nope, just a full-blown charge towards him, apparently. "Alright, fine ~" Souji took the two steps necessary to close the remaining space between them, and as quickly as it took to walk there, the metal of his sword had already found itself through the kids middle. It let out a noise of what must've been dissatisfaction before the sword twisted an angle and he ripped it right through, out the left side of him in a quick slice as he too ended up on the dirt floor.

The motion had caused quite a bit of bloodshed, most of which splattered forward and left their marks clear on the murderer. His grin grew more satisfied as he rested he back of his blade on his shoulder.

"This is much too easy."

A quick glance around the area made it easy to gather all of what was going on; many other students were doing the same as he, using their own unique ways to rid of the hoards of the undead, and some were trying other methods to heal the students and teachers from curse that's been set on them. Both methods were proving effective, though the exhilarating thrill of killing quite easily made him favour the death.

Then something almost hilarious showed up in his sight range not too far off from where he stood; if he wasn't seeing things, the teen could make out the distinct shape of Toshiro Hijikata, the annoying fake that looked to be trying his best to hobble away from the army of bloodied-up students that carried sharp, deadly weapons that could easily destroy him no matter who it was that killed him. It was kind of almost sad to see that such a 'great teacher' was affected by the gas that had spread throughout the school, but the amount of amusement it brought to him instead easily outweighed the cons.