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School-Live!
The "School Living Club," with its four members—Yuki, the eternal mood-maker; Kurumi, shovel in hand; Yūri, their steady leader; and Miki, the reliable underclassman—alongside their kind advisor Sakura-sensei.
Every day they woke up to dry bread for breakfast, tended to tomatoes in their rooftop garden, and chased after their little dog across the campus.
But that peaceful daily life was nothing more than an illusion.
In reality, it was just Yuki's fragile mind papering over the horror.
Luo Guang hadn't expected School-Live! to get pulled into this mess too. But thinking about it, its world overlapped almost perfectly with Highschool of the Dead. Their appearance here… actually made sense.
"Thank goodness you showed up. We couldn't have held out much longer," Sakura said, brushing a lock of pink hair from her face. With her violet dress and youthful looks, she looked more like a student than a teacher.
She didn't know who these strange people were, but the fact was—they had saved her and her girls. That alone was enough to lower her guard.
"No need to thank us. Just lending a hand," Luo Guang said with a shrug.
Normally, without a mission, he wouldn't go out of his way to rescue survivors. But if they were right in front of him, he had no reason not to.
Besides, seeing Sakura alive was striking. In the anime, she'd been infected and killed early on.
"Come on, let's get you somewhere safe," Gabriel said firmly, brimming with responsibility and righteous determination.
Sakura and Kurumi both wiped at their eyes, overwhelmed.
Was it just exhaustion… or was this girl actually glowing?
"You're not imagining it," Luo Guang said. "Gabriel really is glowing."
She hardly needed his help anyway. Between her sharpshooting talent and Frieren's spellcraft—whose magic could even bend midair—the zombies never got close.
"Of course I'm glowing," Gabriel said matter-of-factly. "I'm an angel. And don't you feel calmer now? Holy light heals wounds and relaxes the spirit."
The girls all wore the same strained look—trying not to laugh.
Angel? Seriously?
She was cute, sure, but with all those guns strapped on, she looked more like a weapons depot than a heavenly savior.
Gabriel, seeing their disbelief, just unfurled her wings and revealed her halo.
No point in hiding here.
That settled it. Sakura and the others had no choice but to believe.
They regrouped at the shelter with Saeko.
By then, Rika and the others had rested up and were sitting with Fubuki at the table, deep in discussion.
Fubuki hadn't bothered to hide the truth. She openly admitted they were from another world, with the mission of taking down Umbrella and protecting Saeko and those connected to her.
When Luo Guang and the rest returned, the conversation had reached the point of deciding what to do with the new survivors.
Fubuki's original plan was to follow Luo Guang's suggestion—establish their new base of operations at Umbrella's headquarters.
But Saya Takagi and Rei Miyamoto recoiled at the idea. They were already sick of this ruined world, and timidly asked Fubuki if she could take them away—out of this reality altogether.
They had no clue what another world would be like, but anything had to be better than this wasteland. Even if they had to start from the bottom, pampered as they were, they were willing.
"I'm sorry," Fubuki said, shaking her head. "That's not possible."
When she noticed Luo Guang returning, she glanced at him briefly before continuing.
"It's not that we don't want to. We simply can't. If taking you away would complete our mission, it'd honestly make things easier for us."
"That… that can't be," Saya whispered, her disappointment mirrored by her mother and the others.
"We only came here through special means—and right now, those channels are only open to us," Luo Guang explained.
"But don't worry. We'll take you to the safest place possible, and we'll make sure you're supplied."
"The safest place…"
Yuriko Takagi's mind immediately went to Greenland. She had been there once before.
The temperature there stayed below zero year-round, sometimes dropping as low as minus seventy. Even if zombies appeared, their bodies would freeze stiff outdoors, leaving the virus with little chance to spread.
The poles were even harsher for viral growth, but ordinary people couldn't possibly survive living there long-term.
"..."
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