This is the origin story of Vanity, and her strange sci-fi origin. I've decided to keep Saints Zombies and use it here. This takes place a few months after Saints Row 3, I hope you enjoy the story.

Pierce and I moved throughout the Planet Saints smoothly, collecting all the merchandise that we could hold and stuffed it into the crate outside the door. It's not stealing, considering everyone is dead... Undead...? What the fuck ever. We needed all the supplies and clothing we could get and taking it from the major stores is our best bet. Winter is approaching, and it's been harsh. An entire city... An entire planet... dead. How did it happen so fast? I don't know.. But we're running out of food and we've looted 3 quarters of Steelport. It just seems so... empty...

"Ow, Fuck!" I heard Pierce yell from the other side of the room. He had stubbed his toe on the counter.

"Pierce keep your fucking voice down! You want us to die in here?" I scolded.

He frowned, "Sorry Boss."

"Damn Right you're sorry," I exclaimed, "I am not being zombie food just because you stubbed your fucking toe."

"Alright, Alright, let's just get the rest of the goods." He replied. We finished up packing up what we needed and tossed it into the crate. It was filled with shirts, shoes, coats, and all kinds of different pants.

A helicopter came over from above and lowered down above the crate. Pierce and I hooked up the latches. He climbed up the crate and into the passenger seat, with no room left, I just hopped inside the merchandise crate, and the helicopter took off Of course, I couldn't hear anything they were saying, but it didn't matter. We needed to get everything back to the HQ. I stared out over the city. It was hard to appreciate the beauty, when buildings were on fire, crumbling, and thousands of mindless undead scattered the streets.

The helicopter landed on the helipad. Pierce and I climbed out and unlatched the crate. The helicopter flew off and landed on an opposite building until we were done with the crate. We carried in a few items, being greeted by fellow Saints. I signaled them outside to unload the rest of it. Pierce and I walked outside and sat down next to the pool. I closed my eyes gently. It was cold outside, but it was the closest thing to relaxation I would have in a long time. In fact... it was really relaxing...

I looked over to Pierce, who also had his eyes closed. He had an exhausted look on his face. He was usually very energetic, but these last few weeks have seemed tough on him. The same going for Shaundi, Kinzie, and... myself.

"Aye Pierce, how you holding up?" I asked. His white suit glistened in the sunlight, and his bling fleur-de-lis necklace was almost blinding. He didn't answer back, I'm pretty sure he hadn't heard me. Finally he replied, almost hesitating, "I'm holding up pretty well, just really... really tired."

"Maybe you should head to bed... you've had a long day..." I told him. It didn't matter, I heard him snoring in the chair next to me... Didn't even have to look at him. I reached over and nudged his hat downward, covering up his eyes, then repositioned back in my chair. I laid back, closing my eyes, drifting to sleep.

Short, but an introduction to the universe of Vanity Matthis, living in Steelport ruins with her long-time lieutenants and fellow Saints. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and the ones to come.