Sometimes being an Orphan has it's advantages, like the world ending, you don't have to suffer losing anyone or thinking 'are they alright or even alive?' Kuri had run from the system before the world went into chaos. She learned fast on how to fight and survive, she trusted no one, and hiding came natural to her.<br/>Having broken into a clothing store to change out of her bloodied clothes from killing a wild Dog, it hurt to kill the dog but it was him or her. She stripped off everything, using the bathroom to clean up a bit then walked around in bra and panties finding an outfit fit for battle. She found a tank top that hugged her decently sized breasts, tight fitted black jeans, black socks, and a black hoodie. She slipped her red and black sneakers back on, grabbing her back pack then her bat, her knives finding themselves at her thighs yet again. Guns were too loud in this new world, she practiced whenever she had the chance too, she mastered killing with a bat or knife. She stopped walking when a weapons shop was seen, she hesitated then thought why not, headed over carefully then slipping inside. A ninja would envy how quiet she was, checking the building fast before browsing, yep waste of time, cleaned out by others except for a bow that fell under a table, she examined it then smiled. She grabbed a how to book on her way out then hurried to find shelter before night fall