The pink haired girl smiled through a jungle growl and walked through a rushing, panicked crowd. She wasn't equipped with the concern for silly civilians who gaped with big mouths as horrors fell on them, but she did like the thrill of beating down uglies. Dressed in her usual orange get up with the blue bass guitar strapped to her back, Haruko waved her hands when she spotted Saya. "Heeeeeyyyyyy GIRLIE!" She yelled, the bass guitar spinning around and off her back as she held it by the neck and smacked a rather nice sized zombie nearby so hard its head went flying.
Nearby a nervous cop shook as he pointed a gun at a staggering zombie. Haruko's head snapped to look at him. "Listen here, tough guy. If you can't take the shot, I will." She spoke like a Western Hollywood tough guy, eyes squinted as if there were a sun high above. The cop just looked at her and ran, so Haruko made a leaping swing towards the charging zombie.