Jin wiped her brow with the back of her hand as the late sun beat her down, the cap barely keeping the sun off her face. She could've sworn she heard some shouting in the distance which made her tense. It'd been a few months since she'd lost her last group and being alone made her more cautious. It was dangerous to be a woman alone in these times and even more so as an Asian woman in the South.<br/><br/>She could see it in every face she came across, even when they were far and few in between. The judgment. The assumptions and prejudice. Especially in the Bible Belt, it was rare not to be spit at and blamed for the terrors the living now had the pleasure of dealing with. Despite being Japanese, no one made the differentiation before every Asian slur was thrown her way. Ignorant idiots. People may assume that China's to blame, and even if they were, what were they all gonna do about it now? She was sick of it, the bigotry. It wasn't great even before everything went to crap but now it was a hundred times worse. And so she'd made it a habit to keep her distance and get away before any harm could come to her when met with immediate disdain; thoroughly lucky in that regard. She was good at escaping, and she always happened to find the right people to group with despite being as cynical as she was. It was perhaps that trait that brought her the good luck.<br/><br/><i>Caw!</i><br/><br/>It was a crow. And she knew in her gut someone had just died. She pressed herself against the building closest to her before creeping to the corner. One street over she could make out a gas station and a tall figure walking away from a figure on the ground. As the crow gradually began to make a racket, she witnessed the man take down the single undead with slight difficulty which brought the thought to mind;<i>he was likely injured</i>. Or maybe just weak from malnourishment as everyone seemed to be nowadays.<br/><br/><i>"Ya znayu!"</i>He had said… Something in the back of her mind ruffled at the language that had settled under a dusty cabinet in the recesses of her mind. A language she once had to learn as a young girl for her study abroad ballet program… That felt like an entirely different lifetime, completely forgetting that she'd lived in Russia for a year in order to accomplish her dreams of becoming a prima ballerina. At least until she'd injured her ankle and was told she'd never be able to do ballet ever again. Dreams shattered, she'd forgotten about ballet and Russia entirely…. Until now.<br/><br/>The memory innately soured her expression as she watched the man enter the gas station. Unexpectedly, the noise of a motorbike distracted the arise of unwanted memories and there was a formidable looking woman shouting at the gas station with her gun pointed. Instinct told her this was not the place to be, many times over. Not only would the noise of the bikes and the shouting draw more undead, there wasn't a chance in hell she was getting in the middle of some drama over a revenge vendetta. Thankfully they were all facing the opposite direction of her making it easy to slip away back around the corner she'd come.<br/><br/>Unfortunately she was met with a walker of her own to contend with. In the knick of time she was able to jam the end of her metal bat into its teeth and force the wrinkly nail-biter away with a bit of struggle and a huff. She bit her lip as she kicked its knee with enough force that it fell over itself. She took a moment to think about her next move, knowing full-well that ending the thing with her bat could potentially make enough noise to draw attention to her. On occasion she took a more dangerous route in order to keep her safe in the long term, this was one of those times. Keeping her front towards the walker, she began to walk backwards the way she'd come with an occasional glance at where she was going and if the way was clear. She was lucky it'd only been one.