Wy stood atop a building. From her vantage point she would have a full vantage point of the whole city, if only she was wearing vision correcting glasses. The shuffling mass of zombies below was just a blur for her. Her denim clothes rubbed her skin slightly but she wasn't bothered. They were sturdy and kept her warm was her biggest thing. Her katana was strapped to her side and her pistol on her left leg plus with her small waist pouch that held her extra pistol ammo. A bookbag was on her back as the early morning breeze sent her blue hair flying behind her. Her different colored eyes scanned the blurry world below, hoping to find other survivors to end her lonely life and make things safe for her with her bad vision.