(Well I'm not going to be able to make that big of a post, I can do 2 praghrags)
Luna a young female yet skilled combat artist was at home that night when the virus had spread into her city. She was alone when it came to the chances she took at family and pets. She left everything she was behind, equipped with a sword, two guns forty rounds of bullets and karate skill. She had been born to fight she had been born to keep herself safe. She walked down the alley ways and smiled to herself with her sword in hand incase monsters dared to attack her. Those monsters where sometimes kids and it killed her to have to kill children.
Luna pressed on walking around her moonlight glowing blue eyes shine, she was unable to be effected by the virus thanks to her mothers quick thinking she had made a cure but as the house was taken over the curse was lost and everything with the cure was gone. She looked around the empty streets she hears a hiss and slashed her sword and killed a male that was infected and walked on faster her eyes shine with hate and furry. She hated this world right now, alone and afraid she was. She hated everything and everyone not knowing who to trust.