#when i see the doctor ive gotta get them checked I've been putting it off for so long

[burning-sol]

would like to shout out my hands for feeling numb and weak.

[jauneda1]

Highschool Of The Dead Fanfic

:Just a heads up I do not own any characters or the anime/manga this fanfic is based on:

Ch 3 In the dead of night and a happy reunion.

It's been two hours since the separation Ita's been on foot and dealing with zombies the entire time there's a horde of them on his ass. But he can't stop he needs to keep moving his father's gun shop is near by. If he hurries up he can get there and grab his stash that his father had prepared for him incase of something happened. Luckily his father used to be ex-military but he always spoke of terrorists or invasion the crazy bastard but god he loved his parents. After about 20min of jogging the horde still following him. After getting inside using his spare key he locked the door behind him. After looking around it was definitely clear. After getting to the back and checking for his disaster bag as his father once called it he found a not addressed to him.

Kazuhiro Shirou Note: "Hiro if you get this first off me and your mother are both fine where heading to the Takagi's estate. Second please look after your cousin we weren't able to find Takashi's parents but we still have faith in they're survival. There's reports of looting, rioting, and murders that are happening all over the country. Please arm yourself and keep safe, we'll see each other again. I've gone ahead and modified your old rifle when you used to go hunting with me in the states I've fixed a gun suppressor to it and put 3 back ups in your pack along with 5 magazine's that should be enough to get to the estate. Be safe I love son my little Hiro."

Ita was moved to say the least he knew what he needed to do. Knowing his parents where alive this gave him the hope he needed to continue on. It was looking real bad for him earlier.

Ita: "God I gotta hand it to you dad your a life saver."

The weapon: is a Black AR-15 .50 Beowulf, FN-57 integral surrpressor with five mags total.

Ita: "Welp I look like I'm going to war. I wonder if Hirano is gonna gun nerd out over this."

After hearing up Ita headed out the horde is no where in sight so he headed out on foot he knew he needed to get to the east police station but he should probably take Onbetsu Bridge it would be the easiest instead of head through the towns. After hours of jogging and walking it was mid-day and Ita just about fucking had it with all the walking.

Ita: "Arghhhhh! IVE BEEN WALKING FOR FUCKING HOURS AND NOT A SINGLE GOD-DAMNED SOUL!"

As if God had said stfu and take this L every zombie in the area came out from hiding enough to make Ita sigh and rethink how stupid he was fro that.

Ita: "Me and my big fat mouth."

After another hour he finally made it to the bridge where he could see his school's bus. Thank God was his only thought at that moment. As he made it to the bus he knocked loudly on the door and Saeko saw him and couldn't control her happiness and swung the door open and jumped into his arms they hugged for a few moments exchanging greetings.

Ita: "SAEKO. I'm so happy to see you!

Saeko: "Don't ever leave again."

After there little reunion It's got back on the bus geared up and surprising everyone who saw him Hirano was going insane asking alot of questions regarding how he got his hands on those two firearms. But that didn't matter they needed to cross the bridge and meet up with Takashi. After also hearing that Shido is basically creating a cult in the back.

Ita: "Then we need to leave Shizuka your coming with us where's Naomi?"

Takagi: "She's one of his cult listening to him and believing his lies."

Ita said in a loud tone Naomi we are leaving if you want to come with us your more then welcome.

Naomi: "I-I rather stay on the bus with Mr.Shido."

Ita could tell that Mr Shido had his hands on Naomi but he let her make her own decision.

Ita: "Okay. Be safe."

Mr.Shido tried to stop us or atleast convince miss Shizuka to stay because she was the doctor. But Hirano made sure he didn't come any closer. Guess the guys got balls after all.

Ita: "Cover our backs... Hirano."

Everyone noticed that It's never called him Hirano it was always Kota or fat ass. But now he had respect for the guy especially since he kept Saeko and there group safe.

After a an hour of walking and a short battle with the undead and a quick reunion with Takashi and Rei. Ita was down to 4 mags, and more blood and dirt on him then he wanted to be. The group we're all talking about what to do next, but Ita was inspecting one of the zombie they had killed. No one noticed it but he could of sworn he saw this one in particular was running towards them, but Ita snapped onto his head and blew it's brains out with his rifle before it could get anyone's attention.

Ita: "GUY'S! I think we've got a problem.

Saeko: "What's wrong? Did you find something on him?"

Ita: "Miss Shizuka back at the school you confirmed that all who where bitten died of there wounds and where considered dead afterwards right?"

Shizuka: "Yes. All of the students who where bitten where turned."

Ita: "Would you say that they had complete motor functions. Like could they move faster then the clumsy and weak one's where used too?"

Takashi: "What are you asking Ita they're dead why does it matter?"

Takagi: "If they're dead then they should have restricted motor functions. Why does it matter?

Ita: "Then there's no explanation to why this one was running in a full sprint towards us. I couldn't confirm it at first because I acted on instinct and shot him before he could get anyone. I-

???: "ROAR!!!"

Out of nowhere everyone was shocked by the sudden roar from behind them. As they all spun to the direction of the roar they saw one singular zombie with bright orange eyes as he took out into a full sprint towards them. Hirano lifted his right hand and fired off the Smith and Wesson revolver at the zombie only for the bullet to hit him in the shoulder knocking it to the ground mere meters away from Ita. It looked as if he couldn't get up after the bullet to the shoulder as if it had crippled him. Ita walked over rifle in hand he then kicked the zombie in the face put his foot on it's chest then effortlessly blew it's brains out with out even trying.

Takashi: "What the actual fuck was that?"

Ita: "I-I don't know but I rather not stick around to find out why it acted like that."

With that the group headed towards miss Morikawa's house or her girlfriend's house as she calls it.

[ecotone99]

[NF] 24 Hours until Lexapro

EEEEEEE EEEEEEE EEEEEEE***

My eyes open and my hand flies up like a heat seeking missile, smashing down on the snooze button until i can find relief in silence for at least another 8:00, 7:59, 7:58.... Ha silence I joked to myself, like I get any of that these days anyway. Well I was being honest, with mild tinnitus I'v always got something playing to keep the perilous ringing at bay. I put on some white noise, the sound of rain. I shut my eyes and drift off.

My mind was on the day ahead, Id booked myself into a doctors appointment yesterday for this morning impulsively, I'd skipped through the heath centres polices...'minimum 48 hours notice on cancellations, dishonour fee $80.’ Perfect, I wont be negotiating myself out of this one. I needed to make this appointment. Over the last couple days I’d noticed more than ever, my anxiety levels mischievously planning to undermine me...

EEEEEEE EEEEEEE EEEEEEE*** The second alarm rings

'You piece of shit! AS if that was 8 minutes?' As quick as the alarm sounds I'm hot on the stop. Its getting harder and harder to get out of bed.

I look over to the pile of socks stacked up on the other side of the room, all paired up nicely. This is going to cost me. The winters in Melbourne aren't bad per say, but 4 degrees in your tighty whities can only be so fun. I stare out the window, look back at the socks and just listen out into the apartment. I can hear the occasional rumble of a tram rolling by, birds outside chirping and then to the ringing in my ears. I hit play on my phone, I'm listening to Cigarettes after Sex- Apocalypse. sorted.

I've gotta piss. This is enough motivation for me and I get up and do about my business. In the bathroom I'm running my hands through my hair after I wash my face. My fingers pass over a prickly patch behind my left ear and a sore.

My mind flashes back a couple days, Id been paranoid. Id had recently discovered a new lump or mole? something infectious maybe. 'A tumour?' This had had me in a worried fritz for days. it was something unfamiliar and I didn't like it. Without eyes in the back of my head id been trying to take photos and videos to try and get a better look at what i was dealing with. I'd shave off little bits of hair to try and get a better photo, different angles, flash, no flash. I needed some assurance. I tried picking at it, squeezing it? if it pops its just a pimple and that's okay right, if it pops it'll heal eventually and I can go about my business. Its not popping, its bleeding.I jumped online hopeful to find something that will let me rest. 'Do not pick moles...'

you can see where that goes anyway.

back in the apartment I'm just organising my morning coffee.Strait black with a bit of Honey. Delicious. I look at the clock. I'v got 10 minutes until I'm out the door. grabbing my shoes, I make my way over to the couch where I'll enjoy the rest of my coffee. Sitting back I look up at the roof in the living room. ugh. This roof has probably been my main antagonist these last couple months. Since moving in in January Iv had water leaking and bits of paint flake off. Every time I look up I feel like I'm finding more cracks, checking the weather forecast, or googling 'signs your roof is structurally unsafe.' Its driving me up the walls.

I try not and dwell on it for too long, I had somewhere I needed to be. And out the door I go.

I arrived at the health centre, punctual. my mind was a bit gravy, all over the place. I was dipping soggy thoughts into it, you know, cleaning up my plate before I talk to the Doc. Unfortunately not as tasty as it sounds. 'should i ask him about trying out Lexapro? Id tried it in the past, but I admit I wasn't very honest with it. I'll give it a fair go? and commit to a couple weeks or months and see how it goes?But its not easy. Deep down it makes me feel like a failure for just putting it in your mouth and relying on it. I haven't even put it in my mouth yet? Your practically a druggo. You will be be judged. I'm not progressing, I'v got to do something. try something?It took me a couple minuets to realise this just was the anxiety trying to de-rail me one last time. So I tried my best to block it out whilst filling in the introductory form.I like to be professional, well I think I do. Iv had times in the past where I'v pulled all fire alarms and hosed down the tissue station, remember the 'unprotected sex = I'v got AID'S!' scare? Oh boy. and the whole shamble of shared housing? Yes, a single apartments was the right choice to make, away from toxic house mates. The rents more expensive and your going to go crazy living alone? im still saving money? the roofs gonna fall down and ruin your life, you know that!!

It is imperative that this appointment was to run smoothly. I'm sure the whole ordeal will be over a lot quicker too. So I gathered together my issues and the Doctor addressed them accordingly. He soothed me with things like 'You've got low sun damage' and 'profiled moles are usually the least harmless' and 'Don't pick moles either...we can remove it if you like.' Unbelievable.Music to my ears. Id reckon if I had doctor on standby Id have a lot less worries. But that isn't reality. And it shouldn't be something I even think about wanting in the first place. We agree to go onto 10mg of Lexapro a day for 4 weeks, then adjust accordingly.

I duck next door into the pharmacy and pick up my script and with A positive step forward make my way back to the apartment. I get inside and started some coffee and whipped together some breakfast. I'm a chef by trade, So food to me particularly special. Iv come to realise that long hours in the kitchen were a bit of medicine Iv always been giving myself. A coping mechanism you could say for my anxiety. You can see how Covid would of stripped something like that away. But this is a temporary thing right?and and people have always gotta eat? when is the fat lady going to sing...

Iv decided to start taking the lexapro every morning after breakfast. So i gobble down my English Muffins, Eggs and Cheesy beans, finishing with 10mg of lexapro. Complements to the chef! and the drug maker?

Woozalberry

submitted by /u/Woozalberry [link] [comments] via Blogger https://ift.tt/33DMryL