Mikumi sat, scowling slightly. She was looking out the bus window, sitting alone on a seat. She was worried. Worried about [i]Ice Fang[/i]. They were strong but if one became a zombie they would be bad. And her members were loyal, they were good friends. She was sure that they would help each other, worry for each other. 

Mikumi looked around, noting the lack of weapons. One girl had a bat. That was good. Sadly Mikumi didn't have a whole bunch of weapons on her. She had a pocketknife and her brass knuckles. Those were what she normally used to fight. But they wouldn't do great against a zombie. 

Mikumi reached up, feeling her eyepatch. [i]This won't do me very much good will it. No one will care how ugly it is here,[/i]  she thought, tearing the flimsy thing off her face. She returned to looking out the window. Looking at the dead wandering nearer. What would happen if they caught up. What would death feel like. Mikumi looked at her reflection in the glass. Her short hair, pale skin, and the now uncovered eye, mangled and scarred. The scar was one of a stab wound. She had an eyepatch in her bag but she only used that one street fighting. It was a pale blue with a wolf embroidered on. She was the leader of [i]Ice Wolf[/i] after all. It was fitting, but it wasn't something to be worn outside of her gang. She didn't really like people knowing that she was a gang leader. It just forced an impression on them. Plus it was always interesting to imagine what they would think when they found out.