"Calm yourself. Your alright, your not bitten, its alright..." warm arms wrapped around her, the female voice belonging to a the thin warm arms, but she stayed still, her silver eyes still dull.

"Make it quick…just bite me and get it over with" she whispered hollowly.

"What the hell? You think we're going to bite you? Why on earth would we do that? You look like you hadn't showered in a month." a gruff voice chuckled.

"Wha…" Shira's eyes brightened as she looked at her saviors. The girl, who was still hugging her, was blonde, with deep green eyes. The boy was the weirdest looking, with pure snow white hair and scarlet eyes. "Eek!" she shrieked jumping away from him, taking the blonde girl with her as she fell back on the bed, her katana pointed at the boy.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, relax chicky, I'm not a Zombie, we're here to help you." he stated, his hands up in defense.

"Yeah right…" Shira spat, her white eyes narrowed.

"Look who is talking, with your red hair and white eyes, we thought you were a Zombie too." the white haired boy snorted.

"Yeah but we saw you fighting back…" the blonde stated, standing up. Her long legs were splattered with blood and she had a blood streak across her eyes. Her arms were scratched and she looked like she was fighting with a knife and she lost. The boy was the same way, with a scratch on his cheek covered with a Band-Aid and his arms covered with bandages. Now that Shira actually looked at him, she was the almost exact opposite of him, she herself had scarlet red hair, that reached her hip, and her silver eyes made her look like a Dead One.

"I-I thought…I thought I was the only survivor…" she whispered, sitting on the bed, her knees pulled to her chest.

"There are more. Only a few, but there are more." the boy stated.

"I'm Maka, and this is my weapon Soul, a scythe." the blonde chirped.

"We were searching the houses to see if there were any supplies we could use." Soul stated, kicking one of the dead bodies on the floor.

"There a bathroom down the hall, there's a back pack downstairs you can use to pack the med supplies…" Shira stated, sitting up.

"Thanks, um, if you want, we could take you with us. There's only a few survivors, maybe more but we haven't found them yet." Maka stated, shooing Soul off to hunt out the bathrooms and get the supplies.

"I…that sounds great. Thank you, a lot I mean it Maka, I mean I've been in this house for a month. No human contact…" she whispered, her eyes dulling again.

"I would like a name…" Maka sing songed, bouncing on her toes.

"Oh-"

"Hey Maka, come on, lets go, bring the new hot chick, we need to get back" Shira felt her face heat up and she covered her chest,

"Hey at last you got a chest." Maka pouted, sighing slightly.

"You kidding me? I wish I had your body, I always preferred to have long legs more than a chest." Shira stated, chuckling.

"We're gonna be friends, I can tell, come on, lets get going." Maka giggled walking from the room. Shira followed, quickly stuffing clothes into a spare backpack, and a pair of shoes.

"Hey, new chick, lets go!" Soul's voice made her growl as she grabbed the katana sheath and the strap and pulled it over her back and rushed out to her new friends.