(http://www.toocool2betrue.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Bad-Girl-Cosplay-3.jpg)<br/><br/>In a small village not far from there, things were quiet. Much too quiet. In one part of the main street, a young girl stood leaning on a desk, furniture that had clearly been thrown out from a nearby window and landed upside down in the middle of the road. She didn't look like much, but Kathy wasn't one to be scared. She stayed there, wearing her usual jeans, running shoes, and tiny tank top, gloves on her hands and her baseball ball being held on her shoulders.<br/><br/>"What the fuck are you, anyways. Some kind of mutant? Some screwed up science experiment? An alien? Fuck you're ugly."<br/><br/>The girl spoke in a calm tone, almost casually, to the only other figure nearby. A zombie male was about 20 feet in front of her, and it was slowly heading for her, its hands forward, and a low moan coming out of its mouth. Kathy was disgusted, but she wasn't scared. This wasn't the first zombie she saw since this thing began. She had no idea what had happened, why people were turning into those monsters, but she wasn't one to be intimidated. Most of the town had either become zombies, fled with any working vehicle, or were hiding in basements or safe rooms. But not her.<br/><br/>A few moments later, the zombie finally got within range of Kathy. She smirked at it, and it seemed to grimace back. Then, in one wide arc of her arm, she brought her baseball bat down, crushing the zombie's head from the side in one mighty blow. The beast jerked around, its head being crushed and sent flying to the sidewalk, before it fell to the ground.<br/><br/>"One less of you freaks out there."<br/>