Han and Hanne

"Get up!"

"Get up! NOW!"

"You fucking mo-"

That was all the voice could say as Han blocked the incoming kick and yanked, causing the person to land on the floor with a satisfying thud. "Who the fuck?" Han grunted in annoyance as he opened his eyes. It was then that he was flabbergasted at the sight of multiple young teens in uniforms gawking at him.

"What the fuck? Wasn't I in the brothel?" Han surveyed his surroundings and noticed the abundance of blood and endless moaning and groaning coming from somewhere within earshot. He looked down at himself and realized he was as scrawny as a noodle with the same bloodied uniform as those around him. His was more bloody than the others, as the back of his head was bleeding profusely.

"Oi! You bastard let go of me!" The kid with a blonde undercut and earrings, Andrew, that kicked him shouted, Han frowned in confusion as he never met this Andrew maggot before, and yet he remembered. He looked around and he realized that he could associate every damn face in the room with a name. He even knew what this place was, and why he was there in the first place.

Memories of him growing up, attending school, being beaten up repeatedly, friends, traitors, enemies, and all such various things surfaced within his mind. It made him dizzy. He stumbled for a bit as he let go of Andrew's foot and jerked up rapidly only to wobble to the floor again.

"What's your damn problem, Honey boy?!" Andrew's lackey, Travis yelled.

Hanne Hunt, or as the others know, 'Honey boy'. Han could see from the new memories that basically everyone in school except his other geek friend Amir, called him Honey boy.

"Now he's done it. He's gonna be used as bait for real." One of the teens said, but Han didn't pay attention much as he was busy cradling his madly aching head. The latest memories were emerging, and they were full of heart-wrenching terror and anxiety.

"Let's go, everybody! It seems like he won't be able to live in the zombie apocalypse anyway." Andrew and Terry carried Han away towards what seemed like a courtyard while the whole class, or what remained of the whole class, followed behind. Han felt his body get thrown and only then did his memory coincide with his sight.

Zombies. Infected humans that strive to eat or infect you with a damn virus. Bloodied faces and hordes of mutilated bodies rushed him at full speed. Han felt terrified, no, he felt the terror of Hanne in his memories because Han, the assassin, never felt terror before.

Han watched as his classmates ran past the exit, even shutting the gate behind them as they left. Not one turned back. Han didn't really care, but the person inside, the one made by the memories would have been sobbing. Han quickly stood although still dizzy and dodged an incoming zombie as he wobbled back towards where they came from. Past a hallway door, locking it as he staggered back into the classroom where he first woke up. Getting inside just as the hallway door broke down.

Han locked the door and crouched low as the shuffling of feet entered the hallway. He was still dizzy and it was only getting worse as more memories appeared in his mind. Han stayed down on the floor, fighting the urge to faint until he felt his head go blank.

*****

A scrawny body, gentle features, black hair, kind eyes. This was Hanne.

A scrawny body, gentle features, black dirty hair, dangerous eyes. This was Han back then.

Their bodies overlapped with each other until they became one. Han could feel Hanne fading away, but before he could truly be gone, he played a memory for the two of them. Han and Hanne watched in silence as a gentle middle-aged man and a tender woman appeared. They cradled him within their arms.

"Isn't he handsome, dear?"

"He's as beautiful as you, dear."

Han and Hanne watched as time passed by, and a newborn baby girl appeared. This time, Hanne was the one cradling her.

"I'm going to be a big brother!" A cute childish voice yelled out excitedly.

"Jade..." Hanne whispered under his breath, "Mother, Father...."

"Please take care of them... "

*****

Han woke up to the sound of banging on the doors.

"What..." He muttered as he held the back of his head. "What was that?"

BANG

There was blood on his hands. His blood, from the back of his head. As an Assasin, Han knew that he should be dead when hit so hard on such a spot. However, he wasn't. Then he remembered his dream, Hanne. Hanne was dead. Now he lives in his place.

BANG

"Fucking hell, what kind of curse did I catch?" Han whined as he stood up and stretched.

BANG

He walked up towards a bloodied baseball bat left on the floor and picked it up. It felt heavy on his hands, which was rather agonizing to him as he used to lift way heavier weapons with ease. He looked at the door.

BANG BANG

"Hanne, I got the mission. Now when I save your family you better bring me back to my world." Han said as he approached the door, "I don't owe you shit pal, but, I'll do this for you cause you really do remind me of myself!"

With a final yell, Han kicked down the door, pushing back the zombies that were banging. A young female face, with a half-eaten chest, crashed against the wall along with other zombies of the school faculty. All of which Han could recognize, but will kill regardless. Heads exploded as Han employed flash strike, a martial technique, rapidly swinging in multiple directions to kill all the zombies within range.

He cleared the first wave, but the noise drew more from afar and they all came rushing towards him. Although it pained him to admit, he knew he couldn't kill them all as his new body's stamina was non-existent. A discovery he wished he would have known earlier before he used flash strike. Right now, he couldn't even keep hold of the baseball bat.

He went back into the classroom and leaped out the window, rolling into the ground. He may be unknowledgeable of this world, but from Hanne's memories of watching zombie movies and games, he knew enough. There were many different types of zombies that were dubbed as special infected. Zombies could run when they feel like it. There's a big muscled zombie called the tank. So much information, right in his brain.

So far the zombies didn't feel like running yet, and so he was lucky. Once they do, he'll be struggling even if he was the greatest martial artist. Right now, he had to find a gun, something that shoots projectiles from afar with instantaneous speed and power. He also needed food he realized. With a new body comes the old problems of having to train it again.

Han ran straight heading towards the edge of the school. Multiple zombies from all directions staggered for him, and he had to dodge and roll away. Soon the edge, wherein walls were set up was in sight. Han didn't doubt his ability to wall climb, he attempted to jump towards the top but was short a few feet. He clung to the edge and yanked himself just before a lucky zombie could yank him back down.

He laid on top of the wall gasping for air. This greatly annoyed him as he hadn't even run that far. Comparing it to his old body wherein he could run as fast as light or as far as a whole country, it really pissed him off.

"Goddamnit Hanne, This body sucks!"

What replied to him was the irritating sound of zombie moans. Soon enough a whole horde formed below him, all reaching up to get a piece of Han's lethargic body. Han was still rather pissed after a few minutes. He decided that he shall do the body enhancement training right then and there. Right above the zombies.

Body enhancement. The most basic of the basics of martial arts. Step zero had to be done as even that, which was common knowledge in his old world, was not done beforehand by Hanne. Han knew that the people of this world were utterly reliant on their 'modern' technology. There were very few who practiced the way of the physique, and even the ones that knew were only low leveled martial artists.

To start, it all came from breathing. Breath management. The efficient way to supply one's body with the oxygen it needs, how to release it in the perfect intervals for maximum efficiency, leading the oxygenated blood flow, opening up paths for energy within. It serves as the guide for energy distribution which will be tackled at later stages of the training. Han sat cross-legged and took a deep breath. He felt the oxygen swirl within his lungs, flowing within the blood into different parts of the body.

Unknown to Han, a few survivors on the school rooftop could see him perfectly. Han, seemingly meditating on top of zombies like a madman. To anyone else, Han seemed like he was about to accept his death. One of those survivors, Amir, Hanne's only friend recognized him and screamed from above.

"HANNE! HANNE!"

"Amir! Be quiet! You might lure one up here!" A senior hurriedly tried to stop Amir.

"Amir, he's given up." A teenage girl with long hair reaching her waist also persuaded Amir to be silent.

"If he sees us, he won't lose hope! We can take him up here!" Amir reasoned,

"Oh, please. Who's going to go there and save him? You? And if no one does, you think he can come up here by himself?" The exasperated voice of a girl with a black hoodie hit Amir like a splash of cold water, "Wake the fuck up, Amir."

No one else disagreed, the others merely lowered their heads. Amir glanced around before stifling a tear, no one wanted to risk anything.

"But...." Amir looked with teary eyes at his friend below. Who was now looking back at him with an annoyed expression.

"Hanne, I'm trying to save you why do look so pissed?!" Amir thought to himself.