<strong>Name:</strong>Nakamura Seiichi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tokyo, streets<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>If Seiichi had been hoping to have an exciting day, or if he was the sort of weirdo who actually fantasized about zombie apocalypses, he'd probably have been disappointed with this fight.  As it was, while he may not have been the thrill-seeking type...compared to last night's dream, a few shambling zombies still seemed almost ridiculous.<br/><br/>His frozen sword lopped the arm off the next monster to reach for him, before taking it down with another quick series of cuts.  Seiichi let the blade shatter and fall along with the zombie's body as he readied his bow, taking only a second to line up his shot before putting an icicle through the heart of another.<br/><br/>As he let a second icy arrow fly to finish that zombie off, though, the distracted Knight's goggles helpfully reminded him that he wasn't exactly alone anymore.  Frowning, he paused with another icicle nocked, surveying the street for more targets...although by now, there were almost as many people in outlandish costumes -- including, he realized belatedly, himself -- in the streets as there were zombies.<br/><br/><em>Well,</em>he concluded silently,<em>this is going to be awkward, isn't it.</em>If there was anything appropriate to say at a time like this, Seiichi sure as hell didn't know what it was.