You have permission to eat. Even if you:
- haven’t exercised
- eaten too much yesterday
- eaten too much today
- don’t know the...
Anjii held her breath while gazing up the subway stairs. Her hair was a wild white with streaks of pink and blue mixed in them, tattoos of many colors spread across her arms. Her clothes were back and were lines with knives, guns, and amo. She was more than prepared.
Two black lines highlighted her cheek bones as she showed herself at the top of the subway stairs, her eyes glancing around the mostly abandoned city slowly.
She could remember how it all happened, how everything had once upon a time been wonderful. That was all in the past now, obviously, judging by the burnt shattered houses and the black grass covered with bodies and decapitated limbs.
Anjii’s eyes darted to the side as she heard a growling, one she was all too familiar with. “Time to die? Already?” Anjii said with a slight smirk as she pulled her gun out of her pocket, aiming it at the approaching undead creature, shooting it within an instance. “Boom.”
Mavis was caught off guard as she heard gunshots going off inches behind her. Trying to escape the noise, she ducked as an undead corpse fell in front of her. As she stood up she took an unexpected bullet to the shoulder. “Woah!” The vampire looked over to the other with widened eyes
Mavis smiled revealing her fangs in a non threatening manner. “Oh. Hi there! Haven’t seen you around here before. My name is Mavis. Are you going to tell me your name?” ((I love ya.))