Zombies. That's what she was looking at from her perch on one of the factory roofs. She had seen them in movies, in TV shows, but never in person; guess there was a first for everything.
The smell itself had drawn her in this general direction; enhanced senses more of a curse today than a blessing. But now... well, now she couldn't exactly just walk off and leave them here. She knew, from her short thirteen years in life, that she was immune to mostly everything but most people werent. Which meant if she walked away innocent lives could be lost, and that wasn't the kind of person she was. Nope, not at all.
Thankfully she had taken to wandering around with her sword on her back and the pendant the Boss had given her around her neck; which meant this wasn't going to be as hard as it might have been otherwise. With her sensitive hearing she could hear the screams of others nearby, trapped, possibly dying; she hoped not. She couldn't heal others, only herself. So if anyone was injured there was little to nothing she was going to be able to do - at least for the moment.
But, her first task was the zombies in front of her; then perhaps she'd finally be able to reach the factory they seemed centered around; the factory where the calls and cries for help were coming from. She glanced skyward for a moment, glaring at the sunlight and then sighing. She reached up, removing her black and white baseball cap from her head and flipping it backwards, leaving it completely out of her face and opening up her field of vision more. She might have been immune to viruses and diseases, but that didn't meant she wanted bit by one of those zombies regardless.
She stood up from her perched position and took in the crowd below. She knew as soon as she jumped down they'd react to her arrival. They'd probably try biting her, or feeding off of her. Or whatever the heck it was called when a zombie came after your butt in an attempt to fill it's constant mindless hunger.
Reaching behind herself she grabbed the hilt of her katana and removed the thing from its sheath; white blade radiating the peaceful emotions it usually did. "I'm sorry...", she whispered softly to her weapon. "But, I must taint you with blood..." With those words said she stepped right out into thin air, her form speeding towards the ground thanks to Earth's natural gravity.
She landed in a crouch, sneakers hitting the ground with a soft thud. Just as she thought the zombies turned, drawn to her living flesh and blood. She stood, her stance shifting as she took a more comfortable grasp on her katana. She took a deep calming breath in and exhaled, getting her head in the game as she waited for the zombies to come to her.
As they got close enough the white blade of her weapon struck out, slashing, cutting, chopping. Heads rolled. Limbs began to go flying. Her small form bobbed and weaved through the zombies, hacking and slashing at anything that the weapon in her hand came into contact with. Those who hadn't lost their heads lost other body parts quickly, and the moment they found their way back to her she removed their heads.
For about twenty minutes the child dodged and weaved through the zombie hordes; hacking and slicing as she did so and constantly moving in the direction of the building they seemed centered around. She could hear the cries continuing from inside, and used it as motivation as sweat broke out over her brow and her body just wanted to give up. But, she wouldn't. She wouldn't give in to the tired feeling.
Cut after cut was made; her blade no longer white but covered in blood and all manner of things. Eventually, she made it to the nearby building and climbed her way up the outside ladder to the roof level where the screams for help were coming from.
"Hey, thanks kid! Thanks a bunch! You cut down a lot of them. We created an antidote before we got run out of our lab. There's a secret entrance over there", said a tall male that had walked up to her upon her arrival. He pointed towards a manhole sized entrance about twenty or so yards away, on the ground, and surrounded by zombies.
"If you can get us the antidote and the kit next to it we can cure the rest of them." He went on to explain, using the dirt on the roof, exactly how she had to go about getting in, and where seh had to go; along with what the antidote looked like.
With all of the information in her brain she nodded. If there was a chance of curing the remaining zombies then there was no point in cutting them down like she had been; they couldn't control their actions, and she wasn't going to cast judgement on them for it - that wasn't her job after all.
Concentrating on the manhole she will her form forward; she disappeared on her spot at the roof and instantly appeared standing on the manhole. She stepped off of it without wasting another minute, pried the thing up, and climbed in. Sliding the lid over her head before any of the zombies could be alerted to her arrival, and so they couldn't risk following her.
She followed the tunnel down, moving her way through it and keeping her eyes and ears peeled for any more zombies that might be wandering around. She moved her way down hallway after hallway, going through the maze like area. Every so often she would touch the door, getting impressions of the many scientists that worked down there, while also making sure that she was going in the right direction.
She reached the lab and snuck her way in, once more being careful to ensure there were no zombies in the room with her. She located the antidote and the kit to give it, and bailed. She ran her way back up the way she had come; taking all of the same hallways; one hand on the kit an antidote and the other hand on her katana, keeping it at the ready so that if anything showed up she could quickly dispose of it.
As she got to the point to where she wasn't so deep underground she could hear the zombies up ahead. Thinking quickly she concentrated on the roof, willing herself in that direction. Her form disappeared from where it was, jumping through time and space, and she landed on the roof top.
She handed it to the man and watched as he got to work, turning the antidote into some sort of airborne type cure, leaving them to administer it without having to get down on the ground with them.
Niala remained where she was, watching carefully, sword in hand, until things began to get better. With everything under control she folded time around herself once more and moved on.
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