I'm sorry, I just love writing about Korra and Asami for some reason, so I'm gunna get it out of my system before it goes away. So! This story was actually an idea I had a long time ago, and I decided to pull it into LoK. Korra is just badass as usual, but so is Asami. If you want a longer explanation of the background information, let me know and I'll just add an author's note about it. I hope you love this, because I do. Anyway, READ ON!
Emerald eyes open to bright light as a woman slowly awakes from her slumber. Her ravenous locks cascade down her shoulders and back when she pushes herself to sit up. Everywhere there's white; white walls, white floors, white bed. Where was she? And looks around her, a monitor suddenly comes into view. Beeping softly, it measures her heartbeat quietly. She looks down; a needle is stuck in her arm, and her leg is wrapped, along with her wrist as well. What happened? And why was she here? She sinks back down and pulls at her memory.
She runs. That's all she can do is run. She limps her way into the city that was claimed 'safe' by the government. Yet she's being chased away but the undead all across town. She turns a sharp left, and happens to stumble upon a door. There she limps to it, closing it behind her and sliding down with her pistol in hand. How long was she running? She can't remember. Her green eyes search the place around her; dishes were scattered about, and the place looked practically deserted on the spot. Of course, it probably was, since the government let zombies out on the loose. They claim it's "population control", but she knows better. Zombies suddenly bark at her door, and she panics. Her mind comes up with two solutions: Kill herself now, or let these deathless people rip her apart limb from limb? She shakes her head violently, scolding herself of the solutions. She knows better, it's survival she wants. Her gaze ends on her leg that a pool of blood was gathering around now. But she can't run with her leg. Not when she fell against some broken glass as she fended herself off. Now it was bleeding profusely and she had nowhere to run. So she does what her body tells her: She grips the pistol in her hand, and slowly brings it up to her raven colored hair, tears sliding down her cheeks. "You're not seriously going to end it now, are you?" She thinks it an Angel talking to her, she really does. So she replies, "What else is there to do?" "Die for others, not just for yourself." She blinks, until she opens her eyes and a figure in front of her startles her. It wears all black from head to toe, with a black tank top and black cargo pants. She suddenly realizes it's a girl, because her brown luscious looking hair is pulled up in a tail. And her blue eyes were stunning, a deep azure. "W-Who are you? How'd you find me?" She is almost shouting, and the figure before her shushes her. "I happened to see you limping your way over here. Now, do you want to live to fight again another day, or take your life like a miserable being?" She can't believe the nerve of this person, but she doesn't care. "How do I know you're not in the government?" The figure laughs. "Why would I be offering to save you? Aren't these things here for 'over population'?" she can't see a flaw in her response, so she accepts. "But my leg-" "I can help with that." The figure suddenly grabs her, pulling her up in her arms and immediately starts running up the stairs. She can't believe the brute strength this stranger possesses. "Where are we going?" the stranger breaths with a response, "upstairs. There's a zip line there set up for us. You'll be safe there." "What's your name?" The stranger ignores her. She scowls, and winces in pain when the stranger sets her down. "Alright, wrap this around you, there ya go, and yup, okay now climb up here." She sets up on the zip line, and looks back. "You're not coming?" The stranger smirks, "I've got other things to do besides save a gorgeous girl."
Ah, she remembers now. "Hey there! You're awake!" The girl looks up to see a man with dark hair and green eyes entering her snow white room. "You must be Asami." Asami nods, "Where am I?" the man before her smiles, "You're at Public Resistance." Asami's eyes widen, "PR? I heard you guys were around here! You help everyone around and even get people away from the government! You guys are heroes!" She exclaims, and the man laughs. "Don't flatter us too much. Anyway, my name's Bolin. You're lucky our commander saved you in time. You're in the medical division underground in PR, and we just want you to rest for now. If there's anything you want, just let us know." Bolin smiles, and Asami nods. "Thank your commander for saving me. I'm really grateful. When should I be fully healed?" She asks. "Probably in a few days. When you can finally walk, I'll give you a tour of the place, okay?" Boling smiles, and Asami smiles as well. "I'd like that, thanks!" Bolin nods, before standing. "I'll be off then. Take it easy. I'll be back later." "And Bolin?" "Yes?" "Why are you the one to take care of me?" Bolin shifts, and his green eyes dart away. "Our commander wanted you to be watched. She's real worried about you and your leg. I'm her assistant commander, so I'm the one to watch ya." Asami frowns in confusion, but shrugs. "Alright. Thanks again, Bolin." As the boy leaves, Asami is curious. Who was this commander,? And can she meet those blue eyes again?