Blood stained blade [Mai&Allen]
Hunting demons since she was a kid was one thing, however after the outbreak it seemed everything Mai ever really knew and taught herself to believe was gone. Ever since the world had been over run by the undead, Mai never knew what to think when killing walkers wondering the halls. After all they used to be human, right? It almost felt wrong but it had to be done, in order to protect herself. Having the keep her guard on every minutes of the day was not much different from her old school at night when she stood in the halls waiting for an attack by the demons, there was still something different about killing the walkers, though. Since it had to be done Mai went all out when dealing with them to make sure they wouldn't come back again.
As Mai walked down the halls of the prison she had made the decision to stay in; it seemed like it would be good for protection from walkers on the outside. She knew there would occasionally be groups of walkers in the halls she need to be aware of when walking. There where rotting corpses both on the ground limp in the halls as well as in the cell blocks throughout the prison and the stench was hard to tolerate until you got used to it. Mai was careful when walking not to step on any; though she knew they weren't alive back the thought of stepping on a rotten corpse was gruesome.
Mai stopped walking and stepped into one of the cell blocks looking out the small barred window letting the light from outside come in faintly. So it's daytime she thought to herself. As far as she knew the walkers where less active during the day. That would give her the opportunity to explore around the prison finding anything she may need. She was able to tell there where other survivors living here and they're had to be something here that helped them do that for however long it was they had survived in this environment. That also told her the prison was safe enough to allow certain survivors.
Mai heard the sound of shuffling feet being dragged across the floor. It sounded like it was only one, nothing she wouldn't be able to handle on her own. The girl quickly unsheathed her weapon stepping into the hall prepare the pierce through the walkers skull. After swinging her sword she stopped just at the right moment when realizing it was another survivor. It was the first one she'd encountered yet. She gently sighed putting her katana back in it's sheath. "Watch yourself." she said in a cold tone of voice. "You can easily be mistaken for a walker" She spoke again softly. He was walking louder then need in this environment whether he meant to or not. She almost killed the living. Not only was she worried about that, but making to many sounds at all from either walking or anything else may attract actual walkers to the source of the sound.