Was there even a point in living anymore? The only family she had ever known, her mother, torn apart as she tried to buy time for her. Her friends were gone. Her dog gone. She had nothing. No one. All she had was the clothes on her back and her wheelchair. Even the last of her meager supplies had dried up the day before.

'Would it be so bad? To just...let them take me?' she asked herself, slowly rolling along the dirt road, far from civilization. Would there even be any zombies here to consume her? To just put her out of her misery?

She didn't even try to bother to rid herself of these thoughts. What would be the point? Nothing could cheer her up at this moment. Not even the log house that she wheeled on by that had crudely painted corgi's decorating it and a sign with a gold bar.

"...Wait what?" the redhead turned back, eyes going wide in shock as she stared at the building. This looked...recent? "A-are there others here?" she wondered, wheeling herself over to the building. "Hello! Is anyone home?!" she shouted before rolling towards the stairway that lead to the entrance, noticing how there was a ramp next to it.

"I-is the owner handicapped like me?" she asked aloud, quickly wheeling up the ramp and towards the door, a sign hanging from it. "...Open?" she sighed. A store. It was just an abandoned store. Someone probably came by and looted it already.

"Well, at least it's shelter!" she forced a smile on her face and opened the door, leading into a restaurant like area, filled with tables, chairs, and booths. She continued to look around as she wheeled around, noticing a counter and behind it several shelves of various drinks and a doorway that she presumed lead to the kitchen.

"Wow, this place is...nice," Did someone decide to make this their home? And if so where were they? She wheeled on up towards the bar, grateful that the barstools were far enough apart for her to place her wheelchair in between them.

"Heh, reminds me back to my college days," she chuckled, placing her hands on the counter, and with a huff pulled herself up. "Oh, this is...a tad bit more difficult than I thought it would be," she muttered, pulling herself towards a stool and dropped herself atop of it. "Ah, there we go! Nice and cozy," she smiled, leaning on the counter, slowly closing her eyes as she remembered the first time she went to the bar with her old friends. Of how the first taste of alcohol she ever had was a tasty strawberry wine. Of how her friends gave her friendly teasing about how it didn't go with her burger at all.

"Nora...Ren…" her lips twitched as she felt her eyes watering. Oh, what she wouldn't give to go back to those days, days spent with good friends, good food, and terrible laughs.

Her reminiscing was quickly dashed away as she heard the door to the kitchen open. Quickly sitting up she turned towards the door with a smile.

"I-I'm sorry! I was just-" she gasped, fear briefly taking over as she stared at the thing in front of her.

"Uuugh," the white-haired zombie groaned, glaring at her from behind the counter, her white dress covered in blood, torn in the middle revealing a nasty scar.

"...Heh," she laughed, her fear quickly dissipated from her heart. What did it matter if she was eaten now? What would be the point of fleeing? All it meant was she would live in her misery for even longer. Perhaps this was even a good thing? To just end it all? Maybe...she'll see her old friends, her mother, and her dog once again.

"...I don't suppose you have a menu?" she joked, resting her head on the palm of her hand, smiling up at her would be killer.

"...Here," she said, placing a menu in front of her.

"...Huh?" she quickly jerked back upright, staring at the piece of paper in front of her. Birders? Fries? An assorted variety of salads? Honey mead and several types of wine? "...I...Uh...Wha-"

"Name?" the zombie asked, now holding up a pen and paper.

"...Pyrrha?" she answered, wondering if she had hit her head earlier or if she simply ate something she shouldn't have.

"Order when ready." Perhaps this was simply a hallucination? A figment of her imagination caused by her extreme loneliness?

"...M-may I have…" she stared at the menu. "...What's a birder-"

"Ground bird meat fashioned like a burger," she answered, looking up. "We only have one cow and Ruby likes her milk." she shrugged, looking back to her paper. "So you want it?"

"...H-how much?" she asked, causing the zombie to sigh frustratingly as she looked back up.

"...You have no way to pay for this, do you?" she glared.

"S-sorry-"

"You can have a free meal," she growled, looking beside Pyrrha and spotting her wheelchair. "...I'll find something for you to do to pay it off."

"Oh, uh...thanks?" Pyrrha muttered, slowly reaching for her cheek and pinching it. Nope, she definitely felt pain. "...M-may I also have fries and...strawberry wine?" she asked politely.

"Ten minutes," the zombie replied as she wrote it down and quickly turned around and headed for the door. After a minute or two Pyrrha could have sworn she heard the sounds of fire crackling followed soon by the sizzling of a pan.

It was barely ten minutes later the zombie returned, placing a plate in front of her. "Bon appetite, or whatever,"

"Th-thank you!" she smiled, looking down at her food. The fries looked...good? It looked like they weren't baked or boiled in oil, but rather fried in a frying pan. Her birder was, as the zombie said, bird meat in-between two pieces of bread. 'It's...rather soft,' she thought with a smile as she poked the bread.

"...Oh, your wine," the zombie growled suddenly, causing Pyrrha to jump. "Sorry, I'm new to this," she said as she placed a cup beside Pyrrha's plate. Turning around she browsed through the bottles before picking one up. "Ruby thought she would love this," she smirked as she uncorked the bottle, graciously filling Pyrrha's cup to the brim. "She detested it."

"Not all of us can handle a drink," she chuckled. She didn't know this Ruby, but clearly, the zombie had a soft spot for her. "...Thank you," she muttered, her voice shaking. This...human kindness. It wasn't something she felt since her mother…

"Don't thank me," she shrugged. "Like I said, you'll pay it off. Maybe I'll have you clean the stove or dust the bar?"

"That sounds more than fair," Pyrrha replied happily. If all she had to do for this meal and drink was do a bit of cleaning she would do it every day! "...Wow, when I woke up this morning I did not expect to be served food and drink by a zombie," she whispered to herself, feeling completely dumbfounded about her extraordinary luck.

"If you stick around you'll get used to it, I'm sure," the zombie replied, causing Pyrrha to look up at her in shock.

"S-stick around? Are you sure I can-"

"Weiss," she said as she stretched out her hand.

"...Nice to meet you, Weiss," Pyrrha said through a quivering smile, tears threatening to spill.

"Nice to meet you as well, Pyrrha." she smiled. "I'm sure you'll get along great with everyone else."

XXX

I was going to do the epilogue with all of JNPR, but I think I'll just upload them all one by one.

...Leave me alone, I'm lazy!