Dero sighed happily as he trudged along. The weather outside was a little unpleasant. It was cold, and there was a light fog in the distance. Probably around October, Dero thought. Honestly he wasn't sure. It was going to be getting dark. That meant they should probably find shelter. The idea of going back to the house didn't even occur to Dero. He turned to look at Under, but kept walking. "We're gonna need to find a place to sleep. I'm not sure how experienced you are out here, but judging by the way you handled that zombie, I imagine this isn't your first run-in. So what do you think we should do?"

"Run...run..." Riki panted as she sprinted toward the new town. There was nobody in pursuit, no zombies to be seen right now, but her fingers twitched nervously and there was an eerie itch that spread down her spine. Something was coming. She wasn't sure what, but the feeling put her on edge.

"Cold...run..." she said aloud, speaking her thoughts. Her boots hit the ground one after the other with a soft thud. She had no idea where she was running to, or what she might be running from. But she felt unsafe back there, out in the open. "Too exposed," she continued to mutter as she ran through the streets. At least if something was coming, she didn't want to be the only thing around.

There were people around here. Maybe she would be safe. The fog made it difficult to see much, but she could see a couple clouds of color hovering nearby. "Humans..." she muttered to herself as she continued to run. The sun would be setting soon, and she wanted someplace to hide before it was dark...but had she run far enough? The color clouds drew closer as she ran toward them, and then they were behind her. She never saw their faces, and she didn't want to.

"Hide...hide...itch..." The itch was growing stronger? She ran a little further, trying to get rid of it. Sometimes, if she ran far enough, the sense of danger disappeared. But the sky was getting darker and she couldn't see through the fog. She stopped suddenly and looked around. She walked right...then left...and found a door. "Safe?" she asked, peering at the door oddly. She stood there waiting, as if she expected the door to respond, before moving another door down. "Safe?" she asked again. No response. She hurried across the street and repeated the process until a door suited her liking.

Grabbing the doorknob, she flew the door open and rushed inside, slamming it shut. She sat down against it, pulling her knees up to her chest. Now she would wait.

((Feel like a nub after that. xD))

Dero jumped, there was the sound of footsteps. Fast. Someone was running. He turned stopped and looked around. The fog was getting thicker, he couldn't see anything. The sound of a door slamming alerted him once again. He had no idea where it came from. "Did you hear that?" He turned to Under. "I think someone else is here. And I'm not sure zombies can slam doors." Dero twisted around and waved back at Under. "Come on! Maybe they can join us, too! I'm pretty sure it was only one person!"

Under smiled. "No, no it isnt. A zombie infected my mother, then turned my brother..." she said, trailing off as the sadness washed over her again. The cold didnt seem to affect Under, since she was in a sleeveless, button down, trench coat -which was fully buttoned and came with a hood-, and then she had a tank top under that, jeans with holes all over them and fishnets under them, and nothing but fishnets covering her arms to her elbow. As Dero began talking, she blinked. She followed him upon instinct, the faint light in the area shining brighter and brighter. Under blinked, trying to concentrate on what was going on.

((ehh? Why? 0.o ))

Riki sat against the door, keeping it barred shut with only her body. Natural light was receding from the house she hid in, but she didn't dare get up and turn on a light. "Safe...?" she asked the room as she fidgeted a little with the wraps on her knees. Her jeans were worn, with several holes in them. She had bandaged her knees some time ago to keep them from getting injured and infected if she fell. Same went for her elbows up to her shoulders.

The air was tense in the room with her just sitting there and waiting. "Safe...?" she called again, not sure if no response was good. Again, nothing moved. She sighed, and scratched at her neck with unease.

((Four paragraphs versus half of one xD))

Dero stopped and turned back around to face Under. "I have no idea--" He stared at her blinking face. "You look confused. Are you okay?" He let the axe off his shoulders and pulled his right hand back through the axe's handle, leaning on it. "We can stop and rest if you need. We just need to find some place to stop.."

Under shook her head, then nodded. "I'm fine." she said simply. It was clear that there was a lot of other things going on with her than just an innocent child-like state of mind at times. "T-there someone in that house, over there." she tried to explain, pointing to the light. In her mind - it was clear as day, but then again - Under was a powerful psychic. Her abilities had apeared some time before the wave, and had jumped sky high after the world died. Which is how she was able to find Dero and begining to find another person.

Zetsu ran up in front of the man and pulled his hair, glaring slightly. "You have no feelings," she turned to Under and wrapped her arm around the woman. "Everything happens for a reason," Zetsu spoke quietly, her eyes fixed on Under. "If none of this would have happened, we would have never met eachother." A smile crossed her face as memories flooded back to her. A tear fell from her eye, but she continued with a steady voice. "I miss my sister, brother, and grandmother ... But at least we can stop this together. We can make it."
Zetsu looked to the man and wiped her face off, smiling to him. "We can make it ..." She repeated, mainly to herself.

Under looked to the woman. She didnt know who she was, and was thankful the woman wasnt touching her direct skin or else Under would be seeing her whole life flash before her eyes. Unfortunitly - that's what Under was capable of. "U-uhh..." she stuttered softly, trying to make sense of the situation.

Zetsu giggled and brushed her hair out of her face, letting go of the woman. She saw that she was uncomfortable, so she decided to stop being so creepily happy.

"I'm... Under. Where'd you come from?" she asked. Under had too - she didnt sense her come over or anything of that sort. Suddenly - a part of one became a party of three, soon to be four. And the female gender's outweighed the male. That couldnt be good.

"I'm Zetsu. I walked here!" She gigged, took a piece of cloth out of her pocket, and wiped off goo and blood from her swords. "I saw you guys from the woods, so I decided, going on by myself wasn't good. I need some support, y'know?" She giggled once again and looked from the woman to the man. "He's quite appealing," she laughed and fixed her hat, and messed with her red hair. She yawned and stretched, feeling the cold breeze brush against her stomach as her shirt went up.

Under nodded. He was handsome, but hey - it wanst her place. She nodded again. "I... see..." she said softly, trying to figure out how this girl snuck up on her.

Zetsu smiled and shrugged. "We'll let him decide!" Laughing, she sat down and put her swords back in their protectors, on her back. "Mm." She stretched once again and cracked her neck, then back. "I can't wait until we beat this thing. I can actually get some sleep, then!" She giggled and stared at the ground.
She was always a happy girl, even after something like this. She never knew why. Maybe it was to keep her spirits up? Maybe her comrade's spirits up? Who knows. But it didn't seem to be working on Under. She seemed unhappy, and alone. It was kind of bringing Zetsu down, but no matter what, she'd stay happy.

((pff 4 stinky paragraphs. XD ))

It was completely dark in the house now, but Riki didn't feel that turning on the light would be good. "Attention is bad.." she mumbled, hugging her knees tighter. She got a creepy feeling sitting here in the dark. It was quiet inside and the sounds of others talking were heavily dampened by the fog and walls.

Sitting so quietly, it was impossible to miss the sudden grumbling that came from her stomach. She kicked her legs out and looked at her belly, prodding it with her fingers. "Hungry?" she asked it, receiving another short gurgle in response. "Riki wonders...where the food is?" she continued asking her stomach, getting more gurgly replies. "Well, then...that means is food time!" she said with a happier tone and shot up from her sitting position. She walked across the dark room in hopes she would find the kitchen.

She bumped into the wall with a small oof, and continued to feel her way around the perimeter of the room. Her fingers felt twitchy as she inched along, but her stomach's protests felt stronger. "When was last food?" she mused, reaching out her hand. But instead of reaching a wall, it touched something much more...fleshy. She pulled her hand back quickly and darted back in the direction she'd traveled from.

Riki bumped back into the door and found the light switch. The room was suddenly flooded with color...and zombies. "Why are here?" she asked them, her hand reaching backward for the sword. They hadn't been there before. "Upstairs?" she asked as they slowly moved closer. "Safe...?" she asked, almost begging them.

But she couldn't communicate with the dead. They were lifeless, mindless beings that fed off those who had what they lacked. She tightened her grip on the sword and unsheathed it, swinging it over her head with both hands and slicing through the zombie's skull. She pulled it out and swung at another and another, slicing them in half or cutting off limbs. As the last one fell, she let out a frustrated scream and started hacking away at the bodies. "DIEEE!"

((Better than half of one stinky paragraph xD))

Dero scowled as the girl pulled his hair, and turned around angrily. "What the hell!" He yelled as he tugged at his own lockes, trying to put it back to a comfortable position. "That's not cool! You don't just come out of nowhere and grab a man's hair!" Clearly neither of the girls was paying attention to what he was saying. He growled and stamped his foot. "Oi!" He pointed to himself. "I'm right here, ya know!" No one was going to get away with pulling HIS hair!

Zetsu turned and giggled at the man. "You're cute!" she exclaimed and stuck her tongue out, playfully. Standing up, she kept her eyes on him. She looked him up and down and hummed quietly. "I'm Zetsu," she held out her hand delecately and smiled softly.

Dero raised an eyebrow, but his anger did not subside. "My. HAIR!" He yelled out.

A few seconds passed. "... I'm Dero.." He growled at her and passed the axe to his left hand. He reached out and simply lifted her hand and dropped it. He sighed and calmed himself down a little. "I guess you were the one making all the noise, then?" His gaze shifted between the two girls in front of him, he was a little more suspicious of his hair being pulled again.

Zetsu smiled softly, and looked at Dero. "I think your hair is quite spectaculor. But you're a bit louder than I expected," she giggled and skipped over to her backpack, which she left behind before approaching Under. "It's getting chilly..." she said, a bit more serious, and took her sweatshirt out from her bag.
Swiftly, she took off her sword protectors, and put on the hoodie. It was soft, but dirty. And, to be honest, she could care less. Her backpack became less heavy, and she stored the cloth she cleaned her swords with inside her bag. "We need to watch our backs, someone's approaching. They're about two blocks away," she stood and swung her swords back on her back, in the same X design. Her heart felt heavy, and her eyes watered as memories came back to her after putting the hoodie on, but she turned to the man and smiled, half-heartedly.

Dero squinted at her nervously, ignoring her compliments. "And how do you know that? I can't hear a thing and seeing through this fog is getting to be rather impossible." Dero flipped the axe over and balanced it on it's head, so that the shaft was sticking up. Despite his suspicion of the girl, he unsheated the Kukri from his belt. He held it at the ready. "I hope to hell you're wrong."

She stood in the middle of the gore, clutching her sword tightly and breathing heavily. There were pieces of bodies everywhere now as she'd certainly had her fill of making sure the dead stayed dead. Her stomach growled again "This house...not safe..." she said, flicking the blood off the sword and re-sheathing it.

Outside, she walked slowly through the fog. Her boots managed not to make too much noise, though her stomach made enough for them. "Hush, youuu!" she scolded it. There was another cloud of color with the others she'd passed earlier. "Maybe they have food?" she asked herself in a whisper and walked toward them.

Zetsu took out her sword and turned away from the man. "You'd never believe me," her attitude suddenly changed, and she lowered her head, staring at the ground. "No one ever does."
Her senses tingled more and more, as her stomach lurched from nerves. This man was handsome, and he seemed slightly sweet, but he would just reject her like all the others. He would disown her like the others. He would call her a liar.
She felt salty tears sting her eyes, but she straightened up, and shook it out of her, still turned away from the man, who was staring her down.

As a woman's figure began to emerge from the fog, Dero's caution shifted. "You there! I'd stop there if I were you!" In some ways he's was testing whether or not this figure was a zombie. In other ways he was turning his attention away from the very odd girl in front of him. "As of right now, you are outnumbered and out... Performed?" He stopped there. "Performed? What...? Am I a viagra commercial?!" He cleared his throat. "--Anyway! If you're not a zombie, then stop there and let me--er.. Us, check you out." He still wasn't used to companions.

"Stop?" she asked, stopping several feet away from the group. The fog still hid the majority of their features, but she could make out the outlines of their bodies. They were more than just blurs of colors now. She cocked her head to the side, staring at them curiously. "What's...viagra?" she asked, confused. It sounded familiar, but she couldn't remember where she'd heard it before.

Zetsu stayed where she was, but looked over he shoulder. "She's human," was all she said before sitting down, and setting her sword in her lap and holding her face in her hands. Sadness swept over her, and memories flashed by. She reached into her backpack, took out two round, white pills, and stood back up, not knowing her face was wet with tears. "Do you have water?" she asked, turning and looking at Dero.
She kept seeing her mother's beautiful face. Her father's blood-stained face. Then, both of them lying on the ground. She tried shaking it away, but the memories kept coming. Zetsu's blood-stained hands, her sword sticking out of her father's ribs. His knife sticking out of her mother's skull.
"Dero, now!" she yelled, talking about the water, her eyes shut tight.