Dani...
No days after... The day of.
Star walked through her living room, kicking aside junk from the night before's party. She grabbed her bag and opened it up as she sat down, then took her riot guards and mask out and began strapping the guards on in preparation for her next heist. Just as she donned her mask, her door burst open and a fur stumbled in bleeding from what looked to be a bite wound on his arm. "Help me!"
Star stood and moved toward him, her riot guard arm forward to push him out of her penthouse if she needed to. "Sir, you can't be here. This is a private..." She cut off as she neared her open door and saw the walkers below tearing a fur apart. "Holy crap!"
The furs all looked up as the one in her living room collapsed behind her, and started clumsily moving up the small flight of stairs. Wasting no time to find out what they were, Star enacted her emergency escape plan. She pivoted guickly, dove over her couch and grabbed her bag, then took off towards one certain window. She drew her blade and smashed the pommel of it into the glass, then jumped through, sliding down the sloped outer wall outside. She sheathed her blade then jumped when she reached the end of the sloped portion, throwing herself into air for a moment before landing on an adjacent rooftop. There, she turned and looked up at her home. There were walkers stumbling out of the window, sliding uncontrollably down the slope, then dropping right off the edge. "There's something wrong here..." Star muttered before turning and leaving.