The katana may not have been the best weapon in a zombie attack but Misty didn't exactly fight like a normal civilian. The roar of her motorcycle echoed through the empty Time Square. As she drove through she pulled out her katana and held it out, slicing through any and every zombie that dared get close. She missed the days when it was easier, when she was just hunting criminals. These things were nothing like her usual game, she'd take down one and another five hundred would spring up.