New world Order

Blood. Gore. Insides. Dismembered limbs. Almost everything you can imagine in the zombie apocalypse is on the streets of Metal Bey City. Ginga trudged through it all, Kyoya and Benkei by his side. "Maybe if she wasn't ignorant and actually listened to us for once, she'd be here now." Kyoya grumbled. "It's her fault she's dead. Not ours, Ginga." Benkei said. "Of course it's not my fault. Madoka has never had the normal human common sense." Ginga noted. "Would your dad be proud of you for saying that?" Kyoya asked gently. There was deafening silence. "He's dead. That doesn't matter." Ginga nodded slowly. "We're on the right right route to Koma, we should be there In a few hours if we keep this pace up. what time is it, Kyoya?" Ginga asked. "Four in the morning." He answers. "We'll arrive at 9:00 tonight. Let's go."