Thread: Love among terror (Dawhiterabbit y yo)

She looked down through the glass to the living room of a house. It looked like zombies hadnt gotten into it, nor anything else, except for a small family of rats, she noticed. Rats, mice, bugs and the very occasional cat or dog were the only things to survive the harsh environment, yet the zombies seemed to have a liking for dog and cat flesh as well, the rats were simply to hard to catch for them. Or they just didnt try to, Kyra didnt really care, all she wanted was food to satisfy herself. And to find food she had to leave her little hide out so she wasnt too happy. She had plenty of food at her little home that was underneath a warehouse, but she always wanted to make sure she had a full stocked cabinet so if she had to lock herself into her home because of zombies she would be able to survive for quite some time, having used a old generator that created electricity using water to power the few electronics she had in her place. She had an assortments of all sorts of things and lived comfortably when she had to be inside, or when she was. Though it was occasionally rather boring. She cocked her right arm back, making a fist which she slammed into the glass after wrapping a small bit of cloth around her knuckles, not that it did much. She dropped down through the open window, having aimed her fall to land on the couch, bouncing off of it and onto her feet. She shook her right hand and pulled some of the glass out while looking around the pitch black room for anything useful to her. She trotted into the kitchen, easily trotting through the dark house. Her eyes were odd, they were white and strictly meant to be used in dark areas. Sure, she could stand moonlight and dim light of any sort, but if she looked at the sun or some bright light they would burn. Her skin was sensitive, but only to the sun as well. Her skin would burn and turn flaky and he would literally dry up, even if her skin was black, pitch black, like coal. Her skin was thicker, to prevent her from withering, but only for perhaps a minute or two in sunlight before she would start burning. The female stood around 58 with a lean, pleasantly curvy frame that had developed nicely over her years of solitude. She had lush, long black hair that she kept rather well groomed and had not a scar on her. Her body was great at healing wounds from zombies or anything of the sort and within the first few hours of sleep she could be healed in a flash. She wore a fairly torn up skirt that just managed to cover the first three inches of her thighs. Her top was also fairly torn, but covered her assets somewhat decently. Her teeth were white, but terribly sharp and her nails were black naturally, not covered in dirt or anything of the sort. They were sharp like her teeth and she could make them grow a inch or two more if she wanted in a fight. She searched the house, finding some cans of fruits and veggies, along with some spam, which personally wasnt her favorite. She rarely got to eat meat, but when she did, she gorged herself so she had a large supply of canned meats, or those that could be frozen and cooked on a stove in her little place. She busted open the front door of the house, walking out of it looking pleased, till she caught a whiff of a zombie, no a mob of them. And they were near the warehouse where her home was located. A frown went across a delicate face and she sprinted over to her home, shouting and screeching at the zombies to attract their attention, hurling the cans at a few of them and making the group slowly turn back to her and start going after her and so she ran with the fairly slow moving beings straining to go after her. She went slow so that she could see that they were fallowing her, but she wasnt aware of more zombies headed her way till a few suddenly leapt out at her from a alley way. Tooth and claw ripped though the scant amount of clothing she had and managed to find the way through her thick skin, letting loose her strangely hot blood. It steamed and burnt the zombies with its temperature, but she knew that wouldnt stop it as more were trying to hold her down, yet she burst out of the mass. She punched and raked claws through dead flesh a few times before running away. ---------------------Meanwhile A scout, positioned on a bridge, ahead of his party is viewing the scene. He takes out a small pair of binoculars from among his thick clothing and armor to get a better look, but he cant make things out well in the darkness. Hey captain, I have something here. Looks like a, uhhuman I guess or something like that is headed towards the scouting party your in. She has a load of zombies behind her. Damn this girl is fast. Anyhow, giving you a heads up. I cant make out details of the girl.