Thread: Shopping Mall

Name Shinjiro Takeda Location Shopping Mall Attire Blue jeans, black tank top, belt, Nike sneakers, white socks Weapons Switchblade Hidden in right jeans pocket , Sniper Rifle Strapped over back , Pistol Strapped against belt which is currently a make shift holster until he can get an actual one DateTime July 4, 2025 Tagging JC, Anyone Normally, it took a lot to even make Shinjiro flinch, let alone almost jump. But the abrupt sight and sound of a knife impaling through an undead that had somehow slipped his eyes made his hand grasp the handle of his pistol. By the time it came unattached from his belt, he heard a voice. To be more exact, it was feminine. Sure enough as he even turned around to gaze at the source, the onyx hues did indeed see a woman behind him. It was interesting to see one wielding a knife. Not that he believed in the old customs or that crap in which women were much more than housewives or similar concepts. If anything, Shinjiro was very pro-feminist and all for the fairer sex being combat-oriented. Hell, in times like this, they would need to be. The pistol remained pointed lowered and towards the ground of the mall but still held firmly in his right hand. This person had hinted he very would could have bitten and had damn well nearly been ambushed. That alone genuinely infuriated and scared him, knowing that he had nearly failed in all the precautions which he had been careful about following. His head shook as he forced the thoughts to disappear for now. He was still safe, still breathing. And that was one of the more major things that mattered here and now. Yeah, that's exactly what I'm looking for actually. His own volume matched the woman's, hearing and realizing it would likely be a wise move to avoid gathering attention or more undead by being far too loud. Tch, no no. Fair concern but no. I don't intend to ... He had wondered about finishing the grim sentence but let the last part trail in his head instead. But if I do end up getting bit, fucking kill me. I don't wanna be like one of these bastards ... What of you? You trying to get to any specific place? While they were both here, it seemed like a good way to kill two birds, no zombies, with one bullet. Yes, bullet and not stone. They were overrated anyways. But this way, he could help someone out and hopefully gain an ally in the process. Even with all the amounts of soldier training in this world, Shinjiro knew there was only so much he could do alone, only so many times he could continue to be lucky and avoid getting bitten. So .. why not start with increasing his odds of living now? Even pride wasn't an overly good incentive. He'd gladly swallow it to continue to breathe and live as normally as possible. Got a name? He added. Even if they went to separate stores, the possibility of still having someone who would side with him was enough to have asked. There was also a high chance she'd be like him alone with few or no people that she cared for. A sad but likely accurate truth. That being said, companions were by far one of the most powerful things aside from firearms to own nowadays. Anyone with enough sense would realize this and try to use that to their advantage. Or at least Shinjiro hoped so. Regardless of where she would or wouldn't go, he began heading up the next level. Before reaching an escalator, however, Shinjiro stayed to the darkest possible corners, his steps keeping a quiet tone about them as he proceeded onward.