"Well the shit's hit the fan and we're all taking a one-way ticket to the free-for-all in Hell."
Slipping on a fresh shirt, Cynthia pulled her hair back into a low-hanging ponytail before examining her overall appearance. Her stupid pencil skirt had been switched out into a pair of ripped jeans while her tight, business top was substituted for a clean DinoShark shirt; those three-inch heels had easily been thrown out for a pair of running shoes instead. She snorted slightly before removing the dangling earrings that touched at her shoulders; no sense in looking-good if they were gonna get ripped out of her ear anyways.
"Time to get down to business and go out and kick some massive ass." she sighed; grabbing the iron pipe she kept by her dresser side. Not a lot of people kept iron pipes in their houses, but then again not many people could accessories them into their everyday outfit. "Well massive dead ass...well if their ass aren't already decaying, I'm kicking it." Whistling as she grabbed her keys from the front table, she locked the doors behind her and stood out on the balcony; looking out at the silent-yet screaming city. Swinging the pipe at her side, she hurried down the nearest flight of stairs before heading out into the parking lot out front.
"Cars are bad news. You get stuff in one while you're surrounded, might as well be a can of sardines in an open alleyway." she remarked; running the jagged end of her pipe along a silver-blue Honda. The serrated tip tore easily through the paint and metal to produce an ear-splitting shriek that could rival that of nails on a chalkboard.
Hell the Zombie Apocalypse didn't happen everyday.
She was sure as hell going to take advantage of it while it did though.
"Let's go bitches!" she called out as she kicked open the front gate and walked out into the open streets. "I put my ass-kicking shoes on today!"
A long-drawn out moan caught her ears as she turned to see one of the undead creatures stumble towards her. Arms were hung straight out in front of him, with strips of flesh hanging down like cut threads of a shirt; piercing white eyes seemed to be glued to her own as his body lurched forward on a broken ankle. Tightening her grip on the pipe, she waited for the undead creature to get within swinging range before making the first move; the pipe edge cut a clean piece of flesh off of the creature's head; the loose slip of flesh flew off to reveal the white of his skull underneath. The creature lunched forward and forced her to make a backwards swing next to twerp his motives; the pipe cracked cleanly across the side of his head. The force of the swing was enough to knock the creature to his knees, which she completed his fall with a swift kick to the back of the skull; watching as the creature face-planted into the concrete. Rotating her wrist, she held the pipe in both hands and impaled it through the back of the creature's head; listening to the sickening crunch of the skull giving in. Blood squirted out from the injury, forcing her to retreat back a few steps to avoid the spraying effect. Shaking her head, she walked back and placed a foot against its head; her hands grabbing the pipe tightly before she ripped it clean out. Brain matter and skull fragments stuck to the pipe surface and slid downward in an oozing manner that made her cringed slightly.
First kill.
"How does that make you feel?" she questioned; turning away from the site as she continued down the street. Her dark eyes looking at the burning, screaming buildings around her; cars were piled up in wrecks all over the sidewalks and store fronts; the sky above her, which at this time would've been a golden-brown from the sun's descend to the horizon, was instead a dark gray as smoke from the buildings and wrecks began to collect in the atmosphere above them.
"Pretty kick-ass."