Ryoko Lee
The girl who is like the Dragon
☣We had done what nobody could before us. We had cured cancer, saving millions... And then we killed billions.☣
☢You see, once we cured that disease, we created something worse. We had cured cancer with a bacteria that ate cancer cells, and stayed in the system. They destroyed the cells that reproduced dysfunctional products, and then copied properly functioning white cells to take their place. It was quite a discovery. What we didn't know was how it would react with Viruses, because that was never thought of or tested. Somewhere along the way the Flu Virus had came into contact with the cancer-destroying bacteria, and created something we couldn't stop. It traveled at a surprising rate, with a horrifying resilience to all medications and temperatures. It's genetic makeup had also made it transferable via water, pathogens, and livestock. By the time symptoms started, it had already entered the system of 60% of the population.☢
From that moment on, it was a free for all. Those who were infected had began to gain some... Unfavorable qualities. They had amazing speed and strength, without the ability to feel pain. It took quite a lot for them to die, as well. The government fell, and so did all of our technology. We lived off of canned food and batteries for a while, before people began to venture outside once more. Now, we have some generators, and our guns work, so that's fine good. The only thing we really have problems with is the infected...☢
Ryoko walked silently through the streets of New York, her shotgun nestled in her shoulder. At her side stood her two beloved dogs, Raksha and Akela. They were beautiful creatures, each different in their own way. Raksha was a female, short and stocky, and appeared to be a rather aggressive looking pitbull. She was very muscular, and came up to Ryoko's knee, her ears cut and pointed up. She had many scars over her blonde pelt, and her eyes were a light blue. Akela was a Husky, with a glossy black and grey coat and white paws. They seemed to move soundlessly, and were well trained: They never barked, less it was a warning.
Ryoko was tall, with long flowing black hair tied up into a messy bun, a tanktop gripping her torso, and she wore shorts. Her skin was a light brown, that could be compared to caramel. Her combat boots were covered in grime and filth, and she moved with a confidence. Every few moments she'd silently spin, assessing her surroundings, taking note of every building, noise, and scent. She knew this city like the back of her hand, where the infected tended to hover, and where they avoided. It was always a risk, but so was starving: This town had the nearest food sources that didn't require hunting. One bullet was enough to feed you, but the sound alone will draw a pack of infected for miles. Ryoko had a gun, but she knew if she'd have to use it, they'd already know where she was anyway.
Suddenly, the oriental girl dropped to a crouch, kneeling behind a vehicle aside the road. She had heard the sound of breaking glass and shuffling feet, and she pulled out a knife. She was about to turn when she noticed her dogs weren't showing signs of aggression, which meant one thing: It was either another dog, or possible a human. Hope fluttered in her chest for a moment. It had been so long since she encountered one. She slowly turned around, eyes narrowed, not willing to hope. She gripped her blade tightly, and looked at the person before her.
☢You see, once we cured that disease, we created something worse. We had cured cancer with a bacteria that ate cancer cells, and stayed in the system. They destroyed the cells that reproduced dysfunctional products, and then copied properly functioning white cells to take their place. It was quite a discovery. What we didn't know was how it would react with Viruses, because that was never thought of or tested. Somewhere along the way the Flu Virus had came into contact with the cancer-destroying bacteria, and created something we couldn't stop. It traveled at a surprising rate, with a horrifying resilience to all medications and temperatures. It's genetic makeup had also made it transferable via water, pathogens, and livestock. By the time symptoms started, it had already entered the system of 60% of the population.☢
From that moment on, it was a free for all. Those who were infected had began to gain some... Unfavorable qualities. They had amazing speed and strength, without the ability to feel pain. It took quite a lot for them to die, as well. The government fell, and so did all of our technology. We lived off of canned food and batteries for a while, before people began to venture outside once more. Now, we have some generators, and our guns work, so that's fine good. The only thing we really have problems with is the infected...☢
Ryoko walked silently through the streets of New York, her shotgun nestled in her shoulder. At her side stood her two beloved dogs, Raksha and Akela. They were beautiful creatures, each different in their own way. Raksha was a female, short and stocky, and appeared to be a rather aggressive looking pitbull. She was very muscular, and came up to Ryoko's knee, her ears cut and pointed up. She had many scars over her blonde pelt, and her eyes were a light blue. Akela was a Husky, with a glossy black and grey coat and white paws. They seemed to move soundlessly, and were well trained: They never barked, less it was a warning.
Ryoko was tall, with long flowing black hair tied up into a messy bun, a tanktop gripping her torso, and she wore shorts. Her skin was a light brown, that could be compared to caramel. Her combat boots were covered in grime and filth, and she moved with a confidence. Every few moments she'd silently spin, assessing her surroundings, taking note of every building, noise, and scent. She knew this city like the back of her hand, where the infected tended to hover, and where they avoided. It was always a risk, but so was starving: This town had the nearest food sources that didn't require hunting. One bullet was enough to feed you, but the sound alone will draw a pack of infected for miles. Ryoko had a gun, but she knew if she'd have to use it, they'd already know where she was anyway.
Suddenly, the oriental girl dropped to a crouch, kneeling behind a vehicle aside the road. She had heard the sound of breaking glass and shuffling feet, and she pulled out a knife. She was about to turn when she noticed her dogs weren't showing signs of aggression, which meant one thing: It was either another dog, or possible a human. Hope fluttered in her chest for a moment. It had been so long since she encountered one. She slowly turned around, eyes narrowed, not willing to hope. She gripped her blade tightly, and looked at the person before her.