It was a freak accident.
That's all that it had been. Or rather that's what she tended to tell herself when she felt herself becoming enraged about being in such a strange new world, alone. Without her friends or any knowledge of whether or not they were safe and well.
She had been with her Shinigami friends, Rukia and Renji as well as Ishida and Chad when Rukiji, which is what she now called Rukia and Renji when she was annoyed with the two- had began arguing over how to use one of the Soul Societies gadgets as she had been studying what looked very much like some weird sort of doorway or gate.
They had gone to the location of the disruption to find walking corpses wandering around and had quickly dealt with them before any civilians could get hurt.
Taking care of the things had been the easy part. Trying to figure out how to place a barrier and figure out what was on the other side of the door/gate- not so much. At least not without going through it.
Anyways... Rukiji had been arguing with each other rather animatedly as she had been carefully studying the door/gate. The energy coming off of it had caused a strange pain in the center of her being, though she didn't know how that was even possible and the next thing that she knew- she was being bumped into by one of her friends and only heard a slightly startled squeak from the two other Shinigami as someone had muttered, "Oops..." As she had fallen forward and before she could even scream or shout or in this case, and perhaps even more appropriately- curse at the two for being such idiots in the first place- she had fallen through the door/gate and landed in another world.
For the first few days, she had stayed as close to the door/gate as possible. Call her optimistic, but she had expected someone to mount a rescue.
However after several weeks had quickly turned to a month and then two- she had quickly lost her optimism and instead had focused on surviving.
Which she wasn't going to lie, was somewhat easier than expected in some cases. Like when she was in her Shinigami form and could use her bankai and such. Whereas when she was in a weakened state the only thing that she could rely on was her wits, speed and agility.
It had been well over a year since she had first come to this world, and in that time she had seen all manner of things and people. Many of which she had had no choice but to fight against and wipe out because of the threat that they had posed to herself and others.
To date she had run across at least a dozen or more groups that she had been forced to wipe out. She had learned early on to steer clear of places claiming that they were safe and housing other survivors. The people in those places usually lied.
The last place that she had run across had been Woodberry. And though she had slipped inside a few times to check it out, she had noticed right off of the bat that though the place held survivors...the guy that had run the place was sick in the head.
She'd witnessed first hand his love for the rotten corpse of the little girl that he had kept locked away in the closet of one of the houses as well as his collection of severed human heads.
She'd known then and there that the place would fall because of the man's madness and she had left to go and observe another group that she had come across at one point or another.
They had been living in a prison. Literally.
And though their leader had been a bit off kilter from...grief? He had also been someone that commanded everyone's respect and looked out for his group in ways that had made her admire him herself.
She had slipped within their home in her Shinigami form several times to check out how they were managing and had upon more than one occasion- had to go out of her way to feed, burp and change the infant in the group, as well as bring small things that they needed.
Extra medicines, vegetable seeds, fruit tree's, bushes and vines and other things that she had found. Including hygiene items, baby clothing, wipes, extra formula and so on.
After her last drop off, she hadn't bothered to leave the prison for a few days, the relief of finally finding a group that actually seemed to be doing okay- had simply been so great that she hadn't been able to leave them right away for fear of what might happen.
Not only that but she had been absolutely exhausted and had spent those several days regaining her strength and sleeping undisturbed. Not long after that, once she had been feeling better- she had taken her Shinigami form and left again.
Easily walking out of the prison without detection so that she could go back out into the world and do some more work knowing damn well that she would be back to check up on them.
And she wasn't wrong, she had been.
The day that the prison had fallen, she had returned from about a month of strenuous work in dealing with all of the dead that she came across, collecting food, drink, clothing, and medical supplies. And carrying them all with her in a large, and heavy duffle bag that most girls her age wouldn't even be able to lift, much less carry while running at high speeds like she did.
Upon reaching the prison, she noted the tank and people outside of the outer fence and growled in annoyance as she realized what was going on and who exactly had instigated the whole thing and dropped her bag so that she could move among the enemy of the prison group easily and without detection.
Upon getting a closer look she realized that there was a hostage situation, among other things, happening. Baring her teeth in a silent snarl she felt her spiritual pressure swell somewhat, causing her form to flicker in and out of existence almost like a mirage.
The only people that would actually be able to see her up close, were the ones that she planned to get close enough to kill. Everyone else would merely think of her as nothing more than a trick of the light.
She waited until the man calling himself the Governor, went up to an old man with snow white hair, who was bound at his feet, and raised a katana blade to strike him down before pulling her zanpakuto and quickly moving to block his downward swing.
She could still recall the nearly slack jawed look of utter shock and disbelief as the katana blade struck her zanpakuto with a loud clang, followed by a screech as the metal of the two blades rubbed against each other as she forced him back away from the defenseless elder and the woman next to him.
The man staggered under the force that she put behind the maneuver and damn near fell on his ass before he righted himself and started screaming at her.
Inwardly laughing about the fact that he was at this point the only person who could see her, she placed her zanpakuto on one of her shoulders and waited for him to regain some semblance of sanity- which sadly didn't happen before he finally turned to someone and told them to shoot the two hostages.
Growling she quickly planted her foot in his face and then turned and ran over to the two and quickly grabbed them before putting on a burst of speed that would have, even under the most normal of circumstances, have left her feeling dizzy and lightheaded and used it to carry the two at least a mile into the woods before turning and changing direction, just in case the Governor sent people out to find the two that she had suddenly found herself saddled with.
She was just in the process of gently setting them down underneath a large oak, taking note of their dazed and somewhat confused expressions, as she did so when she heard the first bit of gunfire being exchanged in the direction of the prison.
Reaching out absently to untie the two, she paused ever so briefly when the old man managed to somehow grab onto her fingers, disrupting her Shinigami form and causing her to switch back to her normal form and become visible to him and his friend.
The woman's jaw dropped open in shock as she stared at her through wide, dark eyes as the man asked, "You're the one who saved us?" She shifted her attention to him for a second and slowly nodded her head, looking more and more uncertain of what to do as Hershel quickly said, "I have children at the prison, two daughters. Maggie and Beth. And friends too- all of whom are good people... C-Can you help them too?"
He got a slow nod from the girl as he, Michonne, and the mystery girl all heard the shuffling and growling of some walkers drawing near them mere moments before they broke out of the tree line and into the small clearing.
Hershel abruptly released the girl's fingers and watched as her hand went to the grip the large blade on her back and watched in fascination as her honey amber eyes started to glow a soft icy blue along with the sword until the massive blade began to shorten and change itself until it looked much like Michonne's.
Only with a solid black, razor's sharp blade which she then spun around in her hand until she was holding it out to them and waited until Michonne caught on and took it before then turning and exerting some sort of unknown force to throw the walkers that had been coming towards them in every direction.
Sending them crashing into tree trunks, and entangling them in tree branches fifty feet away or more before she then turned to them and said in a low, raspy voice, "Defend yourselve's with the zanpakuto while I'm gone. But don't leave this area. It'll be harder on me to find your people and bring them to you if you run off."
And with that- the girl disappeared as if she had never been.