consequentiialist
although changed slightly in appearance, there was no mistaking him for anyone else.
it had been as good a day as possible in this place, she supposed. a day spent letting the dead trail after her, watching as they stumbled around and tried to get her. she wasn’t about to let that happen, but simply watching them proved to be fun enough. it was the only sort of entertainment she could get around here for the time being, not exactly apt to make any enemies just yet.
though, it seems she didn’t have to make any. one of them had shown up out of the blue.
that shinigami...the one who stole her zombies and made them her own. eyes narrowed as she peeked from behind a tree, hoping she could remain hidden, but knowing full well shinigami could sense these things.
and he had a sword, too. no fair.
