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!WARNING!

Disturbing content is contained in this fic. This is the zombie apocalypse people, shit is going to go down. Blood, gore, offensive language (courtesy of everyone's favorite pair of redneck brothers), and zombies ahead.

Author's note: The first chapter there are no English speakers, so assume everything is in Japanese with some actual Japanese phrases and things spread throughout. Second chapter is when sentences in Japanese are bolded. If you want to know what the phrases mean, google it or whatever. First fic, please be kind and offer up any constructive criticism. Flames will be given to Daryl for him to make squirrel stew ;)

Chapter 1: Himura Yuki, Modern Day Ninja

Stab, block, dodge, roll, block, opening, thrust. My opponent falls to the floor winded, hand rubbing at where the wooden practice sword had jabbed into him. I grin, elated, some sweat beading along my hairline, and bend over to help my elderly sensei up. I did it, I beat Sensei. Finally, after 5 years I have gained the necessary skill in order to beat Jiji. Sensei stands, a proud smile growing on his face.

"Good job, Yuki," Sensei begins, "you have finally bested me in single combat. It is my greatest honor to tell you, my student, that you have learned all you can here." Sensei gazes up at me, being only 5' tall compared to my 6'3". Most people would be unnerved by my strange eyes; Sensei is not. Even though I am Asian, I have pale blue eyes; the strangest thing is that I have no pupils. I can see perfectly, it just freaks people out especially since I tend to stare. A lot.

"Sensei, does that mean," I ask, cutting myself off? The last time I brought up this subject, Sensei had me clean the entire dojo by hand. The old geezer simply turns without a word, silently beckoning me to follow. And follow I do, too curious for my own good sometimes.

We leave the sparring room, heading deeper into the dojo. Weapons and silk scrolls hang from the walls, growing more numerous and strange the further we go. Finally we reach a set of sliding doors decorated with paintings of oriental dragons, lotus flowers, and bonsai trees. Sensei pauses, turning towards me.

"Yuki, my most prized student, " he intones gravely, "it is to my great joy that you have completed your training. It means that you are now ready to protect both yourself and those you consider your family and allies. For years I have had a feeling that a great darkness is soon going to encompass this world. Now that you are fully trained in the martial arts you chose, it gives me peace of mind, knowing that whatever happens you will be prepared." I deadpan, this is what he wanted me for? A 'warning from the gods'. He may be my sensei, but sometimes he is almost as crazy as my parents. Sensei continues, "I know you believe your parents and I crazy, but everything we have done, was done to protect and educate you to the dangers this world contains." He turns, opening the sliding doors.

We walk in, Sensei striding up to one of the many katana stands. No way, he really is going to...Sensei reaches out and lifts a sword up from the stand. Turning around, he slowly makes his way back to where I stand flabbergasted.

"Kneel, " he orders. I do so, recognizing that this would be one of the best days of my life. "This weapon was forged by an old friend, a master swordsmith. I asked him to make me a blade for a promising new student of mine. For you." Shocked I look up, Sensei had his friend make me a katana? He continues, unaware of my thoughts, "It was made with L6 Bainite and is extremely durable. I would not go around hitting it against boulders or some such, but it should hold a razor edge and last for years as long as you can keep up with maintenance. It rusts easily, so be sure to clean it often. Each of my previous students have received a katana upon graduation, as you were my best student, I had to give you the best katana I could." Shocked, I could only lift my arms, allowing Sensei to place the katana in my hands.

The very heavy, solid weight of a deadly weapon landing in my hands snaps me from my stupor, my eyes darting to study my newest possession. The sheath is solid oak wood treated to look white with a shiny varnish, a loop on either end to attach it to either my back or waist. I can only see the hilt of the sword which is silver-colored and covered in crisscrossing pale blue leather strips for a comfortable grip, the blade itself hidden in the sheath. The hilt is 11 inches long, made to be wielded by both hands for more powerful attacks. On the ovular end of the hilt is an inscription.

氷

雨

"Hisame…," I mutter slowly. Grinning, I look back to my sensei, "you truly had this made for me, didn't you, Jiji." I swear I can see him smirk.

"Ice Storm, I thought it an appropriate name because of your eyes and skill set."

"Hmmm, " I grip the hilt, slowly unsheathing my newest battle companion. As the sharp tip edges out of the opening in the sheath, I take a moment to admire the craftsmanship of Hisame. The blade is sharp, no doubt about that, with a shine only new blades or those well taken care of have. The blade is the standard 27 inches long, bringing the total length to 38 inches. I take a couple of practice swings, getting a feel for the weight. Like all metal weapons, it was heavy. Not nearly heavy enough to slow me down, but enough to feel the strain. Out of the corner of my eye I see Sensei leaving the room.

I resheath Hisame, turning to follow Jiji. I wander around till I reach the entranceway. Sensei is standing right in front of the door.

"I have a feeling this is last we will see of each other for a long time, my student."

"And why is that, Sensei, I live right down the street?" California is where my parents decided to relocate us after becoming obsessed with surviving the apocalypse. What am I talking about, they were already obsessed with the apocalypse, me turning 5 had nothing to do with us moving. Oto-san bought a huge plot of land with the money left over from a lottery he won a few weeks before, the rest having been used to get us citizenship in the U.S. Since then they have turned those 200 acres of land into a fortress.

Oto-san and Ka-san somehow managed to buy some land in Stanislaus National Forest, the rangers thought they were going to convert it into a wildlife sanctuary. I think they just wanted to be very isolated from others when the apocalypse starts, not that I think it will. The compound is between Black Hawk Mountain and Walker Mountain, a fair number of miles from Lee Vining, a small town near the California-Nevada border. I have never actually been there, but my parents gave me the blueprints and some pictures of it.

Also, there is a CDC a few hundred miles away on Mount Wilson. Ka-san is a pathologist, and Oto-san is a doctor. They both work at the CDC at Mount WIlson and have taught me everything they know. Well, not everything, but I know what happens in case of emergencies, like the power shutting off at the CDC and other buildings such as it from Ka-san. Oto-san taught me basic first-aid and the anatomy of the human body. He also enrolled me in summer courses meant to prepare teenagers for a career in medicine. I know enough to be considered a doctor; I have no interest in a medical career however.

The knowledge is good to have, but I feel like they are preparing me for a worst case scenario. Ever since I started my training at a young age, they have stuffed survival skills down my throat: how to fish, make a shelter, cook, repair clothing, jury rig supplies, set traps, pack neatly to save space, and some other tips and tricks. I come out of my thoughts in time to hear Sensei begin to speak.

"Did your parents not tell you," he asks? Baffled, I answer.

"Tell me what," I hesitantly continue, "...are we moving?"

"Yes, your parents have been reassigned to the CDC in Georgia."

Georgia, we're moving...to GEORGIA?! I'm stunned, literally stunned. I have many friends here, planned out a future here, in California. And now I have to move? I can feel my chi rising in anger, a blue aura beginning to surround my form. Sensei places a hand on my shoulder, instantly my chi begins to calm, the aura fading.

"Yuki, you are not moving to Georgia, your parents decided to move to Knoxville, Tennessee. They did not want you to live in Georgia since they felt it would be better for you to be in Tennessee when the darkness comes. Knoxville is only a few hours drive from their new workplace."

"Oh...that's okay, I guess, it's just...I didn't think we would ever have to move again." At least this time we're not moving to another continent, I try to look on the bright side. "Well, I guess this is goodbye for now, Sensei. I will try and come to visit you soon."

"Yuki, I have forgotten, what is the date today, " Sensei asks? Jiji seems to get more and more forgetful each day.

"Jiji, it is the 29th of December, 2009. Only two days until 2010." (AN: all die hard TWD fans will know the significance of 2010, even if they haven't watched Fear The Walking Dead)

"Ah, forgive me, Yuki, my mind grows more clouded with age."

"It's alright, Sensei. Just don't forget to feed yourself like you did three weeks ago."

"I won't forget just because you are not here to remind me, I only forgot because I was in deep meditation," he replied laughingly. He sobers up quickly and looks me straight in my eyes, "It has been to my absolute honor to train an individual with your sheer talent, Yuki. If we never see each other again after this day I want you to know that you have been like the granddaughter I never had these past 5 years."

And then I am pulled into a hug. Tears gathering in my eyes, I crouch down and hug back hard. I never knew any of my grandparents so Sensei became somewhat of a surrogate one during my training. Since we are moving so far away it may be years until I have enough money to buy the plane tickets to visit him. While my parents are in no way poor, they instilled in me a drive to earn things for myself and be independent at a young age. I have no wish to mooch of their money every time I want to see Sensei.

"Goodbye, Sensei. I will come as soon as I am able to," I whisper through tears. I can see a few tears fall from Sensei's eyes.

"Goodbye, Yuki, my most beloved granddaughter and student," he whispers back. That nearly sends me bawling my eyes out. I may be 27 now since my birthday occurred recently, but I have known Sensei for most of my life, almost 6 years of it as his student. And now I will live thousands of miles away in Tennessee.

We pull apart, tears tracks and reddened eyes obvious on us both. I turn to leave, tightening my grip on Hisame. Trying not to look back as I leave. If I had, I would have seen Sensei staring at me with sad eyes, as if he was trying to memorize what I looked like.

…

When I reached our house Oto-san and Ka-san were standing on the front porch. Ka-san comes running, sweeping me up in a bear hug. I hug back, still a little upset about the fact that we are moving.

"Honey, your Oto-san and I-"

"-have been reassigned to the CDC is Georgia, I know, Ka-san, " I interrupt, "Sensei told me." Ka-san looks at me, then back at Oto-san. It is only then that I notice the van sitting in our front porch.

"Is that the moving van," I ask? I have already accepted that my parents had no control over what their bosses wanted them to do.

"No, Yuki...it is the car we will be taking to Tennessee."

"What...What about our things, the furniture, my guitar, the-"

"-Yuki, " this is where Oto-san interrupts, " The truck carrying our 'things' as you said has already departed for our new house. And yes, that includes your...collection." I practically slump over in relief, despite the fact that they had seen fit to not tell me about moving until the day of the event. My 'collection' is one of the most important things to me, besides my parents and-THUNK!

"...Mi-chan…*cough*...it's good to see you too," I weakly say, struggling to draw air into my lungs.

Midori is my...partner, I would never call her a pet. She was born 10 years ago when I found her in a park nearby, newly born and completely alone. Ever since then, I have taken care of her. I view her as a pseudo-daughter, or little sister. Midori has a lithe, feline body. Thin, long-furred legs contain deceptively small muscles, powerful enough to propel her forwards at speeds that exceed those of a cheetah. A tail the same length as her body, with long fur that fans out with it's movements. Her face is narrow and vaguely vulpine, with no whiskers and large eyes. Her eyes are what made me name her Midori. An unnamed by then Midori opened her eyes 2 days after I found her, revealing poison green irises. It was obvious what I had to name her then.

Coming out of my thoughts, I look down to see Midori is currently the size of a large dog with black fur. Her tail is whipping about, fur streaming behind. Oh, another thing about Midori is that she has absorbed a large amount of my chi from living so close to me since her birth. Using her enlarged chi reserves she can change size and color at will, increase her speed, senses and understand human language. She currently knows Japanese, Plautdietsch, English, and Spanish. We also have a mental link that we use to talk to each other and sense the other's emotions at will.

/Onee-san, we are moving to the East. Isn't this exciting?/ That's Mi-chan for you, excitable as always.

/It is, Midori, is there anything my parents didn't pack?/

/They forgot my weapons./I can hear the pout in her tone, despite the fact that her face is the wrong shape to pull it off.

/Well than go grab them, I will pack up your gauntlets and you can hold the kunai./She responds with a nod, getting up she shrinks to the size of a large chihuahua and bounces back through the door. I stand up and brush myself off, looking back to my Oto-san I see him holding out a large duffel-like bag most likely filled with some clothes and snacks for the road. I grab the strap and head towards the van.

Midori comes back out of the house just as I reach for the van door, opening it I set down the bag and reach out towards her. Cool metal meets my palms and I close my fingers around it, careful of any sharp edges. Opening the bag, I stick the bladed gauntlets inside and close it again. Chihuahua-sized Midori hops in with a small kunai clenched between her jaws. Stuffing the bag down under the driver's seat I close the door and buckle my seatbelt, Midori curling up in my lap with the kunai still in her mouth.

I stare out the window at our, now old, house. I suddenly have the strangest feeling that this is the last time I will ever live in such a peaceful setting. Shrugging of the feeling, Kentucky isn't that violent, I listen as my parents climb in and start up the van. Settling in for a long drive, I watch as the house slowly becomes a distant dot on the horizon before it disappears.

TBC