Who would have thought, after all the video games, comic books, and B grade horror movies, that zombies would actually happen? It was so unreal, yet a world filled with the undead was where Mao found himself. He couldn't help but feel that he had been training for it all his life. One minute he was an outcast, the next he was a bad ass zombie killer, thriving when everyone else around him died. He was grateful for not only his power, but the fact that his mother had died a solid six months before the first zombie sighting in New York. Mao was already adrift in the world, conveniently unattached to anything or anyone. If she had still been alive, things might have been different. But as it was, Mao was free to, well... enjoy himself.
Teaming up with Jaden had been another stroke of ridiculously good luck. It could hardly be considered fair, their powers made them almost invincible. What shambling, rotting wreck could keep up with someone who could run like The Flash? And Mao's brain was filled with countless fighting techniques, as well as those few months he was absolutely hooked on Top Shot on the History channel. He was practically an action hero ninja. Everything became a weapon in his hands, he didn't even need a gun. And honestly, at this point, guns were more trouble than they were worth. They were easy to come by, but finding bullets was another story. Plus they were loud and attracted zombies from blocks away.
Currently, Mao had taken to using a long metal piece of piping, sharp at one end, as a cross between a pike and a bo staff. Aside from that he kept a large knife at his hip and a hefty pair of brass knuckles for his right hand. He took his zombie fighting attire seriously. At any other time he'd have been laughed at for trying too hard to look cool, but these days his choices made sense. He wore a leather jacket that, in his opinion, not only looked bad ass, but kept zombie teeth at bay. Leather was hard to bite through! He also made use of a pair of goggles, once seen as a cyber punk fashion accessory, now put to use by keeping zombie blood out of his eyes.
The small Asian boy trotted confidently toward his meeting place with Jaden. He let out a trilling, birdlike whistle, alerting his partner to his arrival so he wouldn't shank him in the head in surprise. "Jaden!" Mao hissed with a shit eating grin, "You ready, man? How's it looking out there?"