Obligatory Author's Note: I just want to make mention that, to avoid confusion, I've expunged all other main characters. Currently, it is just Xian Mei and Jin - there will be other characters along the way, but the introductory story is far more different than that of the story. Feel free to review to your heart's content, more coming soon. Enjoy.
The Old Marina workshop was painted in thick tendrils of gore, the loam it rested on soaked in blood and entrails. Xian dropped to her knees as she surveyed the considerable amount of infected strewn about from their fighting, periodically gazing upon the hills in the background, making sure no more zombies would advance.
It wasn't easy killing anything. When your weapon lodges deep inside of their doughy flesh, you can feel their organs tearing to the rhythm of your assault. Even though they're dead, it's difficult for one's mind to differentiate between what's good and evil. It would always be an overwhelming feeling and, as she looked down at her crimson splattered hands, she was reminded of this feeling.
Jin watched from inside of the workshop, the garage door and armored truck slightly obstructing her view while Xian collapsed to the ground. She approached with soft steps, her dirtied fingertips dancing along the sides of the vehicle as she drew near. It pained her to see her friend like this and a feeling of condolence swiftly took her over. She placed a comforting hand on Xian, sitting down beside her and looking out into the carnage that littered the field. A look of lament crossed Xian's face, the discouraging atmosphere getting the best of her. Her eyes moved to Jin, a few tears slipping through her apprehensive glare and dripping down to her chin. Jin moved a gentle finger to her face, wiping the tear off of her while making friendly, half-cocked smirks to lighten the mood. Xian copied her expressions while placing her hand into the mud and picking herself back up.
"We need to leave," Xian spoke, her voice fluttering with anxiety as her hand reached out for the heavy, metal garage door behind her. She gripped it, lifting it up nearly all the way to leave room for the truck. Jin followed behind her, the footsteps of the two echoing like cannon-fire throughout the reticent enclosure. "Does it have fuel?"
"Fueled it up earlier this morning," Jin replied to her query, "Lucky you showed up when you did, I was going to leave this place an hour ago until you came along." Xian nodded in accord, her eyes turning to the impressive vehicle in front of her.
It resembled that of a monster truck. The tires were mammoth compared to the vehicle, strips of spiked metal anchored themselves to the windshield, and several of the alloys used to create it's armor were welded in as defensive facets. It was huge and, no doubt, one of the best methods for travel through the island of Banoi. Xian leaped into the passenger side seat, shutting the door lightly. Rustling came from the back seat as Jin threw different tools and resources into the rear of the truck, her eyes screaming exhaustion from how she had done throughout the day. Without any more delay, the doors to the rear shut, leaving Jin to climb up into the front seat and begin driving out of the resort area.
One hand rest on the steering as the other placed the key in the ignition, turned the engine over, and started to drive off through the garage. Bright lights poured through the canopy of trees that hovered above them, the incandescent hues spraying warmth on what little skin the sunshine could hit through the armor. Jin looked over, smiling widely, "Looks like we're good to go."