When her and the dubious manager managed to get outside of the photoshoot she saw just how bad it was… everyone; females, males, even babies and children were fighting in a unfortunate bid to stay alive; the sounds of the all the helpless and useless screams piercing all over Tokyo… possibly even the whole of Japan itself, the sounds of her heels that she was wearing for the shoot clogging onto the floor as she made it outside attracting the unwanted attention of the very much dead creatures who charged right at her from the sides, but she bit her tongue as her manager pulled her out the way quickly, just as a car stopped with a sudden screech sound, leaving it’s black trail of tyre marks on the concrete it drove upon, a guy in a suit head shooting all the ‘bad guys’ in the heads simultaneously; nodding to get in with her manager they dived into the car, the manager allowing Kazumi to get in first as a gentlemanly gesture.

Upon entering the car Kazumi put her seatbelt on in a panicked state, facepalming herself afterwards as she forgot something… her beloved suitcase, but it was waaay too late now… She had to leave it since she most certainly didn’t want to become zombie food, Kazumi sighed softly to herself as she glanced to her saviour; it appeared to be that he worked in some sort of underworld organization and that he seemed to be just as concerned about this just as much as Kazumi herself (and her manager) all she could do was give him her acceptance and to try not to annoy him. ‘Cheers!’ was all popstar could say as she inhales and exhales in what appears to be a bit of a adrenaline rush ‘Much appreciated!’