"Just a bit more, Weiss. Just a bit more," she muttered to herself, sitting uncomfortably in an abandoned video store in some no name small town, a dead rat by her feet as she finally managed to start a fire. She sighed, unsure if she should be relieved or disgusted, she stabbed the rat with a sharp stick and held it in front of the fire, slowly cooking the foul smelling rodent.
It didn't matter how important survival was to her, Weiss knew she would never get used to the smell of cooked rat. Just looking at it filled her with utter disgust, and she wasn't entirely sure if eating this would be better than just starving to death.
'Maybe I'd be better off just getting eaten,' she thought to herself, the thought of returning to her father never occurring to her. She'd rather eat a hundred living rats than go back to that prison. "Speaking of rats," she muttered, pinching the rat meat between her fingers, easily ripping it from the corpse. The blasted thing was fully cooked, though she was tempted to cook it longer. The taste of burnt meat was almost more appealing than eating a well done rat.
With a distasteful grunt she quickly shoved the meat into her mouth, swallowing quickly as to keep tasting the dreadful thing to a minimum. This was how she spent her entire meal, silently sitting in front of a tiny flame and shoving rat meat into her mouth, oh how the mighty have fallen. She used to be a star! People would travel across the globe to listen to her sing, to gaze upon her splendid form as she stood on stage, entrancing her audience with stories of failed romance, bitter angst, and finally hope for a better future!
And now, much to her chagrin, she lived much like a jobless hobo, nothing but a rapier and revolver to defend herself against an undead horde that wanted nothing more than to devour her whole.
'Huh, thinking of it like that makes it seem like they're part of my overzealous fanboys,' Weiss thought with a grin, thinking of it like that made it a bit easier dispatching the once living humans, she'd have to keep that in mind when next she meet one of the ravenous brutes.
By the time she had finished her meal the sun had set, her fire having gone out with it. The thought of gathering more firewood quickly dashed from her mind, that would only attract unwanted attraction. If it didn't attract zombies it would gather the attention of other survivors, survivors that would most likely kill her for her limited supplies. That wasn't a situation she wanted to be a part of.
She poured a bit of dirty water over where her fire used to be, quickly patting it to see if it was cold. She didn't want to be burned if the fire somehow blazed back to life. It was unlikely, but she learned day one of the outbreak that it was better to be safe than sorry.
The outbreak. If anyone knew how this started they sure as hell didn't tell anyone. Weiss herself was in the middle of a concert the day it started, her concert being overrun by the undead horde and quickly turning her fans against her. The only reason she survived was because she had brought along her rapier, Myrtenaster, to practice her fencing forms, and a revolver she found on the body of one of the few zombies she managed to kill.
She was quickly picked up by her father. Thinking fast he quickly took her back to the estate, a mansion made to resemble a castle in the middle of the capital of Atlas. It was there where he began to go slowly insane.
It started small and inconspicuously, he gathered as many survivors as he could and kept inside the mansion, only leaving when they had to. This actually caused her to respect the man, who she thought only cared for himself.
It then went from zero to a hundred, with those he deemed weak were murdered and had their bodies ground up for meat. Weiss was unsure when this happened and feared that she had unwittingly ate another human being. After she had learned of this she quickly packed up her rapier, revolver, as much ammo as she could find, and any other supplies she could carry with her and still keep a steady pace.
Two years ago she had escaped that place, making her way to Vale on one of her families many abandoned yachts. In a bout of generosity she left the supplies on the yacht, hoping any other survivors would find it and use it wisely.
She never did find out what happened to Winter, her father all but abandoning her older sister. Oh, how she would love nothing more than to find her, and given that it was Winter, Weiss had the feeling she was still alive out there, somewhere.
'Maybe she's leading a military resistance,' she thought tiredly, a yawn escaping from her lips as she stretched out her limbs, hiding herself within some debris that had collapsed from a nearby building. Oh how she wished she had companions to watch her back, preferably Winter, who she could take turns with to take up watch in case of danger.
'Yeah, that's what we'll do when we find each other,' she thought to herself, her eyelids growing heavy as the gentle whistling of the wind lulled her to sleep.
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The images of better days flashed in Weiss' mind, days spent with her beloved sister dancing in the back of her mind as grunts and growls stole away any bliss that those dreams would have bestowed to her. Irritation flashed in her mind, wanting nothing more to yell at the dastards who would dare interrupt her pleasant dreams, before it was quickly replaced with panic.
Her heart froze along with her body, forcing herself to breath steadily as she slowly opened her eyes. Nothing, nothing but the empty building was before her.
'Good,' she thought to herself, rising into a kneeling position as she grabbed her rapier in her left hand, her right holding her revolver. She strained her ears, the muffled sounds of grunts and growls quietly entering into her ears. Zombies? Or survivors looking for others to kill and loot? She was unsure which one would be worse, either way there was a good chance for a fate worse than death.
She breathed in slowly through her nose, holding it for a moment or two before exhaling through her nose. She could do this, she could get out of this alive. Keep calm, keep rational, keep the upper hand. If worse comes to worse and she couldn't escape or kill her potential enemy, put a bullet in her brain. If she had to die, she would make sure it was quick and painless, a bit cowardly but hey, there wasn't exactly a lot of people out there nowadays that could judge her without being a hypocrite. With that thought in mind she quietly made her way towards the voices.
"That's right, little red. Nice and quick," she heard someone say, their voice filled with desire underlying with a threat. "Come on, you don't want anything to happen to this lil pupper, do you?"
'Little pupper?' confusion, along with a bit of disgust, began filling Weiss. What the hell was going on?
"I get it, I get it!" a voice of a young girl yelled, panic evident in her voice. "Just...oh god just please don't hurt him," her voice trembled, before a loud, painful yip resounded throughout the area. "Zwei!"
"Don't even think about it!" the cruel voice said along with the sound of a gun cocking. "You don't wanna see your mutt hurt? Then hurry up with losing the clothes, I wanna savor this moment."
Weiss gritted her teeth as she heard the soft sobbing of the girl she couldn't even see. She knew she shouldn't get involved, just use the girl as a distraction and high tail it out of there. But she couldn't, her legs refused to move in the opposite direction, instead taking her around, making a their way slowly around the wall, directly behind the cocky bastard.
She didn't know who this girl was, and quite frankly she couldn't bring herself to care. This girl was clearly willing to sacrifice her own well being just to save the life of her dog, to suffer through the pain and humiliation of whatever the dastard had planned for her. As much as Weiss wanted to leave, she just couldn't abandon someone so loyal to their companion, even if that companion, no, especially if that companion was a dog!
Weiss had finally made her way around behind the dastard. She stared at the girl in front of him, a brunette with red dyed tips, she couldn't make out her eyes as her head was down in shame as she began peeling off her corset, her breast jiggling underneath her white blouse, causing Weiss to involuntarily drool, though she quickly snapped herself out of it. She could ogle the adorable brunette later.
"That's right, keep going." Weiss turned back towards the dastard, a man dressed in rags with a knife in one hand and an adorable corgi in his other. The dog was in his right, held to his side and not his front. She could stab him straight through the heart and wouldn't endanger the dog, all he had to do was-
"I said keep going!" he shouted, pointing his knife at the brunette.
'Perfect,' Weiss thought as she rushed forward.
"That's it, bitch, that's ri-AARGH!" he screamed, looking down at the blade now protruding from his chest. The brunette looked up, confusion on her face.
"What the heck does that-Oh my god!" she shouted, shocked as the man fell to the ground, releasing Zwei, who quickly rushed towards her. "Oh my god, Zwei! Did you do that?!" she asked, staring back and forth between the dog and the dead man.
"...Seriously?" Weiss muttered, her opinion on the girl already negative as she began walking towards the girl, wiping away the blood from her sword with a piece of cloth. "No, you idiot, I'm the one who-"
"Oh! My! God!" the brunette stood quickly, corgi in one hand and cheek in the other. "You! You! You!You!You!You!Me!Me!Me!I-I-I" she shouted, a smile from ear to ear as she jumped up and down like a giddy school girl.
"Uh...what about you?" Weiss muttered, slowly backing away from the overly excited girl, fear suddenly gripping her heart. 'Oh god, please don't tell me she's-' her thoughts were interrupted as the girl quickly rushed towards her, squishing both her and Zwei in a bone breaking hug.
"I'm your biggest fan!"
"Of course you are," Weiss muttered, frustrated that even in a zombie apocalypse she just couldn't escape her crazy, annoying fans.