Alive... She was...

Lying in the middle of nowhere, she opened her eyes to see only darkness... darkness covered everything, but she wasnt alarmed. "Hell" she spoke, but her voice didn't come. Her stomach felt heavy, as she turned to see whats over it, her vision failed here, shaking, blurring, she fight the dying sensation, and saw it, there the upper half of her broken Zanpakuto buried on her stomach.

That's right, he killed her, she couldnt be alive, but there she was, left with the pain, left to die in the middle of no where. She touched it and was greeted with unimaginable pain, she yelled in pain, yelled for no one to hear, she trued again, yanked it half way, making the pain greater, she cried, feeling the cold sweat drop, blood spurts out, she yells once more before mustering enough strength to completely pull it out, she stopped the blod from flowing by pressing onto her stomach, she coughed blood. tore her hakama to use as bandage. She wrapped it around her waist, slowly, as carefully as she could, she managed to do this much, but she was still strange, she fell asleep again.

When she woke up, she was still there, it was not a dream, the pain was still there, but it wasn't as heavy as it was earlier. It was still dark, no moon, what time was it? She had no idea. She was still holding on to the bloodied half of her broken Zanpakuto, it was dead, deader than her, this angered her, she placed it inside the sheath and used the sheath as leverage to help her stand up and walk, she was searching for the other half, where was it?

Not far from the shinigami, he watched with uncaring eyes, he blew smoke from his mouth she spotted him, her eyes wide in shock, he gleamed back at her, still blowing smoke. In his other hand wrapped a peice of broken metal which looked like a part of a katana. "ah." he realized what she was looking at.

After walking the endless plains of dessert, she finally saw the last form of life, a human holding the other half of her zanpakuto "You..." She said confused, without permission, her body moved out of instinct, unsheathing just to find her self unable to move, she was too weak, she remembered, she was too damaged, still broken from all her injuries.