Miyuki sat atop a building, a sniper rifle in hand and pistols stuck into her belt. She wore a frown on her face as she stared over the empty ruined streets, littered with zombies lurching about. She spit to the side in disgust, glaring down at the streets. "Simpletons." She mumbled to herself, taking out her sniper rifle and aiming at one of the zombies.
Miyuki snorted. "For someone like you, I would have aimed for the crotch." She sneered at him, walking past and stamping on his crotch before moving on, her tail swishing across his face as she moved on to the other side of the roof.
Miyuki groaned. "When will you ever learn to shut up Francis!" She yelled at him. "I am not a doll, I am a cat. May I remind you that I have fangs." She growled at him, her claws coming out. "You are such a jack ass." She mumbled, her claws raking down his arm as she passed, jumping to the next building over.
Myuki laughed. "If you want to dewclaw me, you have to catch me~" She teased, jumping away as soon as he reached her previous location. "You move as slow as Baymax." She said, hopping along.
Francis let out a long audible groan, "Still obsessed with Disney movies doll? No wonder your head's in the clouds." He snarked, Slowly but surely making his way across the broken landscape that he called home.
Myuki huffed. "Better then sticking my nose in that Korean Drama crap. I mean seriously, you can't ever understand Korean!" She shouted at him, making it up to the house before he could.
Miyuki was huddled with a can of peaches in front of the tv, scooping them out with the lid of the can as she watched the tv intently, her ears and tail flicking back and forth as she watched Vuile(Feat Cantus) Come on the screen. This was one of her all time favorite moves to watch, though sometimes it made her wish she had a Kristoph of her own, though with the limited amount of males and females on this planet, her odds where pretty much zero to one.
"Stupid cat ears" He thought "Blocking my view of the TV."
Francis never though very much about the meaning of the movie. All he cared about was that there was a badass disney princess that didn't need no man and saved her sister herself. And for Francis, that was pretty hot. (not my view )
Myuki growled. "Declaw me, Ima de eyeball you!" She shouted, glaring at him. "Can't you enjoy the fact that there is a respectable woman in this movie who can hold herself up, and who don't need a man! Apparently not because you never do that to me." She complained.
Meanwhile, Miyuki was stewing in her own pot of seething anger. "What's his problem? I am no different!" She yelled at her tv, throwing the empty can of fruit at the wall as it smashed with a hard thud, the can crushing against the wall. She groaned and tugged at her hair, raging about for a few more minutes before stalking to her room and curling up on her pathetic heap of a bed. "Probably one of the last men alive and he talks to me like trash." She mumbled, her eyes welling with tears as she pushed her eyes into her sleeve and cried.
When Francis finally made his way back to the safehouse, he saw the claw marks all over the walls and floor. Opening Myuki's door just a crack, he saw her passed out on her "bed".
"Stupid girl" he thought to himself "You should never sleep without someone watching your back."
Then he paused.
In this light Myuki looked exactly like her, well not exactly.
She had a longer tail and much shorter ears and curves, my god did she have curves.
"Stop it" he growled to himself "you have to get her out of your mind."
He almost slammed the door shut, remembered something, and calmly closed it.
Miyuki twitched in her sleep, mumbling something. She was going though all of her bad experiences with humans, in the days before the zombies where a huge problem. She remembered how they would throw things at her, call her worthless, take her, beat her, anything to express anger at the government. And to the government, they where nothing but a showcase item, up for display.
Francis was perched on the watchtower, a former water tower, and watched the sun rise. At quiet moments like this Francis' mind tended to wander. He would never forget the day he saw one of them. He lived in a fairly secluded area, away from the big bustling centers of the north. It took weeks for mail to arrive, longer if the main road (a small street) was snowed in. The first news of the undead breakout was brought by the undead themselves.
Myuki awoke as soon as the sun was up, her ears and tail twitching as she stretched up to the sun. Her eyes where still a bit puffy from last night. She sighed and pressed her sleeve to them, drying remaining tears. She sighed, clasping her hands around the edges of her sleeves. She suddenly remembered that Francis had left last night and she raced to the door of her room, opening it. Seeing no sign of him, she sighed. "Probably left me for dead." she mumbled.
Myuki sat down on their meager couch, sighing. "I mean, usually he at the least leaves a note. But apparently not this time." She said to herself, heaving a heavy sigh. "He must really want to leave me behind. Ha, well we will see how long he can last like that." She said, a bit of pain in her voice.