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located in Manhattan, a part of Restless Corpses, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Fujiko Komatsuzaki
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"Kill...me. Please, Fujiko......." said Kyle, as he lye in the middle of the studio that use to be host TRL........staring up at the girl who had become somewhat of a friend over the past six days.
His fever was now easily over 104, and with no medical help, he'd be dead in minutes.

"Kyle, i can't.....i'm sorry, i just can't do it!" Fujiko responded, with tears welling up in her eyes.

"I......i don't want.....to be........a walker Fuu. Give me.....the gun."

"Oh Kyle......"

"Please."

Fujiko ran her hand through the 57 years olds thick black hair......and stared down at him sympathetically.

"You know i can't do that.........those freaks would be crawling all over this room in seconds."

"Then kill me.....please Fujiko.......or i'll shoot myself!" Kyle said, before grabbing a gun out of his band and pulling it up to his head.
Fujikos watery eyes went wide.

"Don't force me to do this!! It's not fair!" she whispered

"None......of this, is fair.....now you.....please don't make ME, have to shoot this gun.......and be responsible.....for you.....becoming surrounded........."



She clenched her eyes shut, and then stood.......
The last thing Fujiko wanted to do was kill the man that had saved her back so many times........but deep in her heart, she knew she'd never want to turn either. So without further ado, Fuu grabbed her basic hunting bow from atop her backpack, and pulled an arrow out from a pouch on her hip.

"I'm so sorry....." she whispered, as Kyle closed his eyes.
She'd take only a few seconds to gather her thoughts, before putting the arrow in place, and shooting it out towards Kyle....where it would land directly in the middle of Kyle's forehead.
A few tears found their way out of Fujikos eyes, and she felt like she wanted to break down.....but she knew their was no time for that, so instead she pulled the arrow out from Kyle's forehead, and wiped off the blood on the carpet....before sliding it back into the pouch that ran down her exposed thigh.




Fujiko walked over to the large row of windows, and stared at her reflection.
She had been dressed in the same "ripped jean shorts, white holey sleeveless shirt, and brown short-boots" for the past three days........she had only showered once, and could stand for a good bath. But creature comforts from a week ago were the last thing on her mind, as she pushed her body up against the glass, and began to stare down at the now deserted Time Square.
Fuu wasn't sure what she wanted to do next.......but when her stomach began to rumble, she knew she needed to eat. Her and Kyle had widdled out their stash of candy bars and canned veggies a day ago, and she knew the one thing she couldn't afford to go without, besides water, was food.

So the deflated young girl walked back over to her backpack, which had four unopened water bottles, her psp, a family pack of batterys, some games, a few pair of underwear, another pair of shorts, and another tank, inside of it.
She began to gather up a few extra things around the studio and place them inside her bookbag, when all of sudden she heard a noise coming from the hall.

"Damn!" she whispered under her breath, before standing up, slinging the bookbag over her shoulder - which once again had the bow attached to the front of it, and picking up her family samurai sword from the ground.
She had just kicked the rainbow-panda skateboard she had found the other day into her hand, as the door swung open, and in strolled a walker.
Thankfully the young girl was able to dunk behind a row of stacked chairs, before the walker turned in her direction.

Fujiko watched, terrified, as the thoughtless corpse walked further into the room.....before suddenly turning and walking towards the bathroom.

She knew it was now or never, and after a quick look down at Kyle, she dashed out of the door and headed into the stairwell.

The whole way down she was cautious.......and by the grace of God, she made it to the first floor without a single run in.
However, when she opened the first floor door and walked out into the main lobby of the building, there were a group of at least ten walkers........who instantly turned in her direction.

"SHIT!" she snapped under her breath, before hooking the sword on her hip atop the arrow bag, and running through the front doors. She then made sure the bookbag was tightly attached to her back, before she took off down the road and around the corner on the board.
She looked back a few times at she flew down the street, and finally, on the fourth and fifth look back, she had lost the group of walkers.......causing her to hop off of the skateboard. But she didn't stop moving forward.......Fujiko would walk for nearly two hours, before making her way into Harlem........a district she knew was less pillaged through than downtown.

"Where to go, where to go......." she whispered to herself aloud, before finally stopping outside of a small grocery, attached to a Spanish Deli.

"This will have to do." Fujiko thought, before pulling a rubber band off her wrist, tying her hair up into a long ponytail, and then walking inside the broken down door. She left her skateboard at a deserted register, and then pulled the bow from her bookbag, loaded it with an arrow, and slowly began to make her way around each and every corner of the small grocery store.

After casing the small store, including the back rooms, Fujiko felt safe enough to attach the bow back to the bag again, and thrust the arrow back into the pouch that now carried seven arrows........so that she could began to stuff non-perishable food items into her bag.