“Sensei! Look at what we found!” Kohta said, holding a rifle in his hands.

“Yeah, we got guns now!” Tsunoda said, brandishing a shotgun towards John excitedly. 

John stepped towards the Jock, grabbing the weapon by the stock and ripping it from his hands. “Never point a firearm at someone unless you mean to use it!” He said, admonishing him.

Tsunoda gritted his teeth but John raised a hand before he could say anything. “I am not angry at you, I am teaching you something you will need to know if you want to use this weapon to help keep us safe.”

They were in the spare bedroom upstairs of the first apartment. Various black hard-shelled boxes were scattered around the room, their lids taken off and their contents rifled though.

A gun locker on the far wall of the room appeared to have been forced open, the crowbar they used still leaning beside it. Several weapons remained inside it, with boxes of the various ammo they used sitting on a shelf above them. John could see their were no trigger locks or other safety features a responsible gun owner normally would use in long term storage.

Some of those are not normal civilian weapons either. Wait? Aren’t these illegal in Japan in the first place?

“Do you know if this is loaded or unloaded?” He asked, holding the shotgun to the side, pointing it away from the boys.

“Umm…” Tsunoda said, obviously unsure of the state of the weapon.

John twisted the weapon so the ejection port faced Tsunoda, then pumped the action. A red shell ejected from the bottom, smacking the jock in the chest.

“This is an Ithaca M37*** shotgun. It is one of the most popular and longest produced shotguns in the world. It is used by militaries, police forces, and civilians alike. It is simple to use, simple to clean, and is very robust.” John said as he continued unloading the weapon. Eight shells ended up on the floor as he explained a little more of the guns history, and how to operate it properly.

“Here, take it. I’ll show you how to load it and how to handle it safely when it’s readied.” He handed back the now empty shotgun to Tsunoda, proving the weapon was safe to him.* The boy nodded, taking the weapon and began loading it under John’s supervision. Once he finished, John made sure it was on ‘safe’, and reiterated the point of not pointing it at anyone.  

“And keep your finger off the trigger until your are actually about to shoot something, its a trigger, not a finger rest. Practice unloading and reloading a few times to get the feel of it. Just make sure you always keep the weapon under positive control and pointed in a safe direction. Now, let’s see how you handle that rif-” John said, turning towards Kohta but Tsunoda interrupted him.

“Hey… ahhh… thank you old-, John.” He said, running his hand through his hair. He looked quite awkward to John.

“You’re welcome.” he replied, placing his hand on the boys shoulder. “You got this, you just needed to be shown how.”

 “Yeah whatever.” Tsunoda replied, looking a bit uncomfortable now. He held the shotgun properly to his side though. John turned his attention back to Kohta.

“You know a lot about guns for a teacher, Sensei.” Kohta said, clearing the rifle he was holding. It was a modified AR-10 with a few modifications that made it look like a marksmen’s rifle.  

“Well, I was in the army before I became a teacher. I had to learn about various weapons.” He said, watching the kid go through the safety checks for that rifle. “Though if I am honest, I have my own guns and I enjoy going out to the range every month or two to fire off some ammunition. You seem to have some skill at this already. Have you handled weapons before?”

“Yes. I went on a trip to Texas last break, spent a whole month learning how to use a variety of weapons from the militia there.” Kohta said, reloading and readying the weapon before putting it on safe. “It was the best experience of my life!”

“Oh? Tell me about it? What types of weapons did you get to use?…” He asked, which began a fairly long discussion about various weapons, and the experiences they had. John brought Tsunoda into the conversation by teaching him how to seat the shotgun properly in his shoulder before aiming and pulling the trigger.

They then went through the inventory of the room, and John was impressed. In the cases were walkie talkies, black tactical vests, body armour, and a variety of other gear a paramilitary force might have on hand. 

This all appears to be high quality, even the ballistic plates are level fours****. It looks like something you would see at a gun show vendor in Texas. 

In the locker was a M1A1 rifle, a crossbow, and a large black case. Curious, he pulled the case out and opened it, revealing a pistol inside he recognized. A pistol that he only had for a short time but was very familiar with. An old, heavy revolver that looked like an oversize version of his old .357 Magnum. An old revolver that didn’t belong to this world. 

Okay, Alec must be fucking with me since I didn’t guess the New World Bonus last time right? How would I have any clue about that.

He looked at it again, then thought a little deeper. This could also be a warning that something dangerous might soon happen.

He was beginning to feel exhausted again, the start of a headache coming on.

In the bottom of the crate was a black leather shoulder holster and a box of fifty unlabeled bullets, but they were close in size to the .50 Cal rounds a Desert Eagle would use. He loaded the weapon and holstered it, placing the rest of the bullets in the pockets of one of the tac vests.

“You look fucking badass John” Tsunoda said, giving him a thumbs up.

John had to admit he looked like he was kind of a badass, in a 80’s Hollywood way. “Thanks. It is a bit over the top though, even for the apocalypse.” 

 He then gave the room one last sweep with his eyes, before turning back to the two boys… no the two men. “Okay, that was good work. Pack up everything we can,  with a focus on the weapons and ammo. We will load all this on the truck tomorrow though. I don’t want us to make too much noise at night and draw the zombies toward us. That would be a bad time all around, eh?.

When that’s done, grab a shower in one of the three apartments. Dinner will be later, Misses Marikawa and Busujima are doing something fancy with the meat I didn’t quite understand. Get some rest after that okay? We will practice with those again in the morning.”

They thanked him, and John left the room deep in thought. He ended up wandering into the master bedroom and out on the smaller balcony. There was some wicker lounge chairs, and a small bar fridge beside them. On a whim he opened the fridge up, discovering a dozen cans of a foreign beer, foreign to Japan anyways.

“Hah, a balcony view of the apocalypse and a PBR. It is the little things that make life worth living.” He said to himself, laying back in one of chairs and cracking the can of beer open. He just needed some sun and a little CCR playing in the background and this would be an ideal vacation destination. Sarcastically of course.

He took some time to process the day, enjoying a beverage that was familiar to him instead of the drinks he had been served since coming to DEN.

Despite the rocky start, everyone is working well together. Considering they are all still in high school, the fact they were even working and not cowering in a corner somewhere is frankly amazing.

I will have to get someone to practice with that crossbow too. Sadly, the snap of that steel cable will probably sound like a target rifle going off, so it will be best if we avoid firing at anything unless we have no choice. Still, having weapons now gives us more options. 

He viewed the street for a bit, thinking about his future in this world. Eventually his eyelids started getting heavy, his newfound energy coming to a end.

“Just a little rest.” He murmured, then fell asleep, several empty cans of PBR laying around him.

R-18 Content, depictions of nudity and some light unintentional girl love. There is some plot mixed in too as it isn’t an actual sex scene.

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In a bathroom…

“Whoa Sensei, they really are humongous.”

“You can say that again.”

“Urk, you really are full of yourself.”

“Eeeee!”

The bathroom was packed, the four original women women from the school decided to clean up together instead of going in separately. Saya and Shizuka took over the bathtub, while Rei and Saeko were in the shower. It took some time to scrub off the blood and ichor that had dried onto them throughout the day.

Currently, the commotion was coming from the bathtub as Saya was tackling Shizuka from behind, grabbing her breasts and squeezing her massive melons roughly. Several empty bottles of wine were scattered along the side of the tub, explaining the boldness the pink haired virgin was showing. 

“Mmmmm” The nurse moaned, unable to help herself. “Stop that please. That… mmm… is inappropriate.”

“What is inappropriate is you shamelessly flirting with John-Sensei in front of us.” Saya replied, wrapping her legs around Shizuka, pressing their soapy bodies together as she continued her assault on the older woman’s melons. “He is chosen by god, like a literal god, to wield magic and kill these zombies.”

“Ahhh! Saya-San, not so rough… Mmmm… and so what if he was? I liked him even before that. Oh my nipples! Do you even know what you are doing to me right now.” Shizuka said, beginning to pant a little. Saya was attacking her boobs just like Rika did when they were fooling around.**

As the two wrestled in the tub, the other two women were more sedate in the shower, both cleaning off the gore that had been staining their bodies since the school that morning.

Rei sighed. “This water is becoming luke warm now.”

“No not there! No more Saya! Ahhh!” Shizuka squealed.

“It sounds almost like a hentai game over there.” Rei continued, trying to ignore the two large chested women in the bath. Not that she was jealous, hers were larger than most girls, and perkier than the two wrestlers. “Why did we all take a bath together again?”

“You already know the answer to that Miyamoto.” Saeko said beside her.

“Actually I don’t. There are three bathrooms, why couldn’t we just have split up? It isn’t like the boys would try anything weird with Sensei around.”

Saeko paused rinsing her hair for the third time. It was true, they didn’t have to worry about the boys peeping on them with Sensei keeping everyone occupied. The zombies were outside, beyond the fence and barricades they had made. Why did they all have to shower together? 

She was interrupted from her thoughts when a blast of cold water hit her. “HAAAAHH!” 

“Haha, you know you have a beautiful voice Saeko, you should use it more often.” Rei said snickering, spraying Saeko with cold water from the shower handle.

“Hmmm.” Saeko wrestled the handle from her, dousing her back.

“Arrrgghh!” Rei squealed, covering her body as best she could with her arms. 

“Your reaction didn’t disappoint either Miyamoto.”

“Just call me Rei please Saeko. We might not have been close at school, but we are together now, for better or worse, so I don’t think we need to be so formal.”

“YES! Please call me Shizuka as well. No need for formalities with me! Ack! Saya, that is… Oh your leg is rubbing my…” The nurse said, butting in for a moment, but was distracted with Saya trying to put her into a submission hold and failing miserably, their soapy bodies too slick for any actual wrestling to be happening.

Saeko ignored them all. Something… was different. She didn’t know what this feeling was, or even why she was feeling this way. All she could think of was that something else was supposed to have happened, and it didn’t. It was almost like an out of body experience for her.

Like my soul hit a crossroads and took a different path than fate intended.   

Saeko shook her head and turned the tap back to hot, the euphoric feeling dissipating. “Sure.” She replied to the other two women.

Not that they were paying attention to her now. The three of them were all wrestling for some reason, Shizuka’s moaning echoing through the room as the other two teased and accidently kept stimulating the poor nurses erogenous areas.

That is not proper behaviour for a woman… not that I am that proper either… 

She grabbed a nearby bottle of wine and had a sip, watching the lewd entertainment and thinking about her past, putting the weird thoughts she was having to the side for now.

In the living room…

“They are sure loud.” Kohta said to Tsunoda. 

“Yeah. Sounds like they are having sex in there or something.” Tsunoda replied, pulling Miku in closer to his side.

The three of them were watching the news in the living room, but kept getting distracted by the sounds coming out of the bathroom above.

“Wha? Is that what they are doing?” Kohta said, his teenage hormones and curiosity of a possible all girl foursome making him excited.

“Probably not but it sounds hot doesn’t it.” Miku said to the chubby kid, then looked at Tsunoda. “Speaking of, we have some time now. Let’s go up to one of the other apartments.”  

“Hah, you are reading my mind again babe.” Tsunoda replied. They got up off the couch.

“Wait, you guys are just going to go… do it… just like that?!” Kohta said, exasperated.

“Umm yeah. Have you not noticed the world collapsing outside?” He replied, gesturing to the gruesomeness on the TV screen. “We could be dead by tomorrow, so we fully plan on enjoying ourselves tonight.” 

“Come get us when dinner is ready. Just make sure you knock first. Or actually just walk in, I don’t mind an audience.” The ginger haired girl said with teasing grin on her face. Kohta’s jaw dropped from her words, his imagination working overtime thinking of seeing this busty red haired girl having sex. 

With a laugh, the two of them left Kohta alone in the living room, a conflicted expression forming on his face.

Was… was that a offer to watch them have sex? Or was she just teasing me? God, I need to get a girlfriend.

Kohta wallowed in self pity for a bit, the news updates on the TV ignored as he contemplated going to listen in on them. 

“No.” He said to himself, standing up. He wasn’t going to be some pervert like Saya called him earlier.

“No what Hirano-San?” A voice said beside him, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin.

To his side stood two girls from his school, Taniuchi Sato and Kawamoto Kato. They were in his grade, though not in the same class as he was. He didn’t get the chance to speak with them much since this all started. 

“Ahh, just deciding what to do.” He replied, speaking quickly. “I think I am just going to go keep watch out on the balcony.” 

“Can we join you please Hirano-San?” Taniuchi asked, bowing her head slightly. 

“We heard from Tsunoda that you knew how to use that rifle really well. Can you show us how to protect ourselves?” Kawamoto said, following her friends example.

“S-S-Sure… just follow me.” He replied, sure hell must be freezing over if two cute girls were talking to him willingly. And Tsunoda praised him? The bully? He couldn’t believe it.

With his unexpected company in tow, the three of them went outside, and Kohta began his new career as a firearms instructor. 

* – Proving a weapon is safe is just showing that there is no ammo in your weapon after you cleared it by pulling the trigger in a safe direction, or into a proving barrel. 

** – AU, but the signs were there that Shizuka swung both ways IMO.

*** – Manga said M35, but that doesn’t exist… least in my google search. It looks like a M37 so it is a M37 now.

**** – Defense Rating of the plates. A level 4 is standard for most modern militaries, able to stop a few rounds of 7.62 mm x 51 before becoming compromised.

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