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At first the opposing team had been fucking difficult, possessed of unnatural skill and unnatural strength with which they’d scored multiple homeruns off of Sanada’s own pitches, and if that wasn’t enough, somewhere in the fourth inning one of the infielders had tried to…bite Mishima.
Sanada had just barely yanked Raichi off the plate when the opposing catcher had tried for his brains when the coach was already yelling at them to get the hell out of there as their team dropped their bats (bad idea; Sanada still held on to his, if only to fight those guys off) and ran off to the dugout. In all the confusion he and Raichi had not been able to get out of the stadium before it was overrun with zombified players who were quickly infecting everything they could grab onto. And with that unnatural strength and speed…
They’re already being backed into the bleachers as Sanada’s swinging his bat to fend off their attackers, trying to buy Raichi some time to climb up to safety. ]
This is bad. [ he manages, his grin in place albeit strained, given what they’re going through. ] Raichi! Are you up yet?
[ He can’t look— ]