Peering over my shoulder, I catch a glimpse of a wobbling form. I half expect to see someone I know. Instead, I see yet another rotten body wandering aimlessly, that is, until it caught the scent of my living flesh. Instantaneously, it had a purpose. The disgusting, decomposing form headed for me. Hands stretched out, mouth open, a mix of blood and saliva drips from its mouth. A low ravenous and savaged groan escapes its throat. As it mangled hands reach from my back. I grab the hilt of my sword and decapitate the foul creature, freeing the soul. I return the sword to its sheath, secured on my back. I kept on walking, heading for a particular store in this mall in ruins.

The infection stuck about two days ago, my two friends and I skipped school that day, and when it struck, the Palisades filled with havoc and chaos. Screams and yells of help filled the air. I lost both of my friends sometime in the mayhem. I don't know if they are amongst the infected or if they are somewhere screaming and waiting for me to come and help. It's quite deserted here, most the zombies have poured out of the mall, or they've been killed by me. Luckily, we were in the Oriental Gift Shop when it all struck. When one of the infected tried to bit my friend's throats off; I severed its head from the neck with one of the swords on the wall. It was then when we realized all those zombie movies we watched could be and probably will come true. We grabbed as much as we can, took all the weapons we could carried, and headed out.

Now I'm heading back there, I lost them in the crowd; I'm heading back to the shop to see if they are there, but more importantly to see if I could attain more weaponry. As I walked into the empty shop, I shouted "Ichigo? Orihime?" They were the two that skipped with me, the two that might've died. Orihime was hesitant at first, but I was able to persuade her to come with us. If she died, then her death is completely my fault. My fist tightened and tightened until my knuckles were white. Biting my lower lip I shouted once again, "Ichigo? Orihime?" No response, just eerie silence. I walk over to the wall of weapons, most are gone, but behind the shattered glass counters held a handful of hand pistols and some other guns. I look around the store look for a holster of some sort. I find one dozen of two, but a gun in about six or seven, I tied two around my upper thighs, two around my calf, two around my waist, one around my upper arm. Also, I strap a shot gun to my back. Over my gun two swords are strapped in place. The gun hangs just below the swords, on my lower back, easier access. The swords however, I picked especially, one black, one white. The white one's my favorite; it has a white hilt, white guard and a white ribbon flowing out of it. I just like the idea of a white sword, pure and clean killing the evil and the ones that shouldn't be alive. Also I like the contrast between white and red, also white and black. I also grab a couple of daggers and place them on my other arm, one of my thighs, one of my calves, and of course strapped one on my waist. I also take a lot of ammunition, as much as I can carry, strapping them on my waist. You know, for those attacks from afar. Once I'm done I grab a fistful of my short black hair and push it into a messy pony tail. The saga of me, Rukia Kuchiki.