A military project. Funded by the government as a new, secret biological weapon. A weapon designed to turn the animals of the country against the human population.
Officially, the project was named after it's lead professor - Andrew Manford, as the 'Manford Project.' Unofficially, it became known as 'Pandora' by the men guarding the base.
Project Manford was a man-made and developed virus that corrupts and twists the genetic material of the host. The virus was made 'safe' by making it unable to interact with human DNA.
In 1901, a snag occurred in the development of the virus: Contamination could only happen via direct contact from a live host or administered via injection. A veto was passed on either method as it caused huge risk to personnel safety as the hosts proved nigh on impossible to restrain and confine easily.
Project Manford ground to a near halt, little developments were made. The base eventually became placed purely for containment of the current hosts. These hosts proved very hard to put down, but rather docile, hence their containment.
In 1902 an animal activist group had caught wind of the military's project. They were displeased at how the government had allowed the military to commit such barbaric acts.
Afterwords, they protested outside of government buildings, chanting words of hatred and disgust, and trying to inform the public of what they had done.
But their protests fell on deaf ears. The public had 'more important' things to care about, like changing their work conditions, especially for their children.
Needless to say, the protesters were angry. They fell into the background, making it seem as if they had disappeared for good. Unbeknownst to the public and government, they were secretly coming up with a plan to free the captive test subjects.
During the summer in 1903 the animal activists snuck onto the military base where the captives were being held and released them one by one.
August 1903 -
It was devastating. No one had suspected anything, especially not those things.. At first it started out with a few cattle being killed at night, their insides were torn apart. The farmers were angry and blamed it on foxes and other wild life. They did what was to be expected, they built their fences highers. But that didn't help either. Their cattle kept dying, kept getting torn apart.
Finally, one farmer had had enough. He told everyone that he would finally take care of whatever was killing his animals and end it once and for all. The farmer waited in the dark with his shotgun, watching and waiting.
The next morning her ran back into town, frantically waving his arms in the air. He told the townsfolk that the thing was killing the animals was no regular beast, it was a monster. A horrid monster that was eight feet tall and had fangs that were easily eight inches long. The people didn't believe him, they ignored his cries and called him crazy.
But then people started to dissappear. Young, old, people in the small, rural Tennessee town were disappearing one by one. The town didn't link the events to the cattle killings, but they decided to make a mob and look for whatever was kidnapping their family.
They looked everywhere, finally ending up towards the edge of town, near the caves that rested by the lake. The small group lit torches and walked into the cave, mustering up as much courage as they could.
What they came upon would forever change the world. Monsters. Mutated freaks of natures feasting on the flesh of humans and animals alike.
Hello all and welcome! This RP shall be co-hosted by ae86gamer and myself.
We'll all be starting out in the same area, survivors of the attacks, 'Eden' shall be explained shortly after we start. Any other questions, feel free to ask!
Officially, the project was named after it's lead professor - Andrew Manford, as the 'Manford Project.' Unofficially, it became known as 'Pandora' by the men guarding the base.
Project Manford was a man-made and developed virus that corrupts and twists the genetic material of the host. The virus was made 'safe' by making it unable to interact with human DNA.
In 1901, a snag occurred in the development of the virus: Contamination could only happen via direct contact from a live host or administered via injection. A veto was passed on either method as it caused huge risk to personnel safety as the hosts proved nigh on impossible to restrain and confine easily.
Project Manford ground to a near halt, little developments were made. The base eventually became placed purely for containment of the current hosts. These hosts proved very hard to put down, but rather docile, hence their containment.
***
In 1902 an animal activist group had caught wind of the military's project. They were displeased at how the government had allowed the military to commit such barbaric acts.
Afterwords, they protested outside of government buildings, chanting words of hatred and disgust, and trying to inform the public of what they had done.
But their protests fell on deaf ears. The public had 'more important' things to care about, like changing their work conditions, especially for their children.
Needless to say, the protesters were angry. They fell into the background, making it seem as if they had disappeared for good. Unbeknownst to the public and government, they were secretly coming up with a plan to free the captive test subjects.
During the summer in 1903 the animal activists snuck onto the military base where the captives were being held and released them one by one.
***
August 1903 -
It was devastating. No one had suspected anything, especially not those things.. At first it started out with a few cattle being killed at night, their insides were torn apart. The farmers were angry and blamed it on foxes and other wild life. They did what was to be expected, they built their fences highers. But that didn't help either. Their cattle kept dying, kept getting torn apart.
Finally, one farmer had had enough. He told everyone that he would finally take care of whatever was killing his animals and end it once and for all. The farmer waited in the dark with his shotgun, watching and waiting.
The next morning her ran back into town, frantically waving his arms in the air. He told the townsfolk that the thing was killing the animals was no regular beast, it was a monster. A horrid monster that was eight feet tall and had fangs that were easily eight inches long. The people didn't believe him, they ignored his cries and called him crazy.
But then people started to dissappear. Young, old, people in the small, rural Tennessee town were disappearing one by one. The town didn't link the events to the cattle killings, but they decided to make a mob and look for whatever was kidnapping their family.
They looked everywhere, finally ending up towards the edge of town, near the caves that rested by the lake. The small group lit torches and walked into the cave, mustering up as much courage as they could.
What they came upon would forever change the world. Monsters. Mutated freaks of natures feasting on the flesh of humans and animals alike.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Backstory: (What you were, etc.)
Other Notes: Phobias, whatever else you feel like adding
Starting Weapon: (Be realistic, no-one is going to have machine guns etc. Farmers may have shotguns, but limited ammo. Restricted to one weapon)
Side-note: One or two military characters would be nice, not everyone.
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Backstory: (What you were, etc.)
Other Notes: Phobias, whatever else you feel like adding
Starting Weapon: (Be realistic, no-one is going to have machine guns etc. Farmers may have shotguns, but limited ammo. Restricted to one weapon)
Side-note: One or two military characters would be nice, not everyone.
***
Hello all and welcome! This RP shall be co-hosted by ae86gamer and myself.
We'll all be starting out in the same area, survivors of the attacks, 'Eden' shall be explained shortly after we start. Any other questions, feel free to ask!
Name: Emma Moore
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Long brown hair, down past her shoulders, usually set in a ponytail. Deep blue eyes, peaches and cream complexion. Stands 5'7", weighing 124 lbs, fairly well endowed. Usually seen wearing brown work boots, a pair of black pants rolled up past her ankles into cuffs, and a gray cotton shirt.
Personality: Emma is a feminist through and through. She was tired always seeing her mom disrespected by the other men in town, and she vowed she wouldn't let it happen to her. Therefore, she is very defensive about anything related to her, and doesn't respond well to criticism. She's not one to give up any kind of authority very easily either.
Backstory: Emma's parents raised her on a small farm outside of Johnson City, Tennessee, where they originally grew tobacco. They made quite a tidy profit off of it, and Emma was able to live a lot better than other children of her age. But as Johnson City expanded in size, her father grew resentful of what the city was becoming. So he uprooted his family when Emma was 12 and settled in the small town they live in today.
As Emma grew up, her father tried to keep her in line the same way he kept her mother in line. With violence. But Emma refused to bend to her father's wishes. She grew resentful of what he did to their family. She made plans to leave when she turned 21, to go and join the suffrage movement that was growing in the North. But then the outbreak happened.
Her parents were one of the first to go missing, vanished within a week of the initial attack. When the mob found the monsters, they found the remains of the Moores, strewn across the cave. Emma couldn't believe it. It was such a horrible way to go. And she never got to try and show her parents the error of their old ways. On that day she vowed she would hunt down every last one of those freaks, to prove that humans were superior to the animals, and women could be just as good as men at killing stuff.
Other Notes: Due to a tornado that ripped through their farm when she was 9, Emma absolutely hates thunderstorms, fearing what they usually bring in the South.
Starting Weapon:A Winchester 1897 shotgun her dad used to shoot deer when they went after their crops. She has only a few bullets left.
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Long brown hair, down past her shoulders, usually set in a ponytail. Deep blue eyes, peaches and cream complexion. Stands 5'7", weighing 124 lbs, fairly well endowed. Usually seen wearing brown work boots, a pair of black pants rolled up past her ankles into cuffs, and a gray cotton shirt.
Personality: Emma is a feminist through and through. She was tired always seeing her mom disrespected by the other men in town, and she vowed she wouldn't let it happen to her. Therefore, she is very defensive about anything related to her, and doesn't respond well to criticism. She's not one to give up any kind of authority very easily either.
Backstory: Emma's parents raised her on a small farm outside of Johnson City, Tennessee, where they originally grew tobacco. They made quite a tidy profit off of it, and Emma was able to live a lot better than other children of her age. But as Johnson City expanded in size, her father grew resentful of what the city was becoming. So he uprooted his family when Emma was 12 and settled in the small town they live in today.
As Emma grew up, her father tried to keep her in line the same way he kept her mother in line. With violence. But Emma refused to bend to her father's wishes. She grew resentful of what he did to their family. She made plans to leave when she turned 21, to go and join the suffrage movement that was growing in the North. But then the outbreak happened.
Her parents were one of the first to go missing, vanished within a week of the initial attack. When the mob found the monsters, they found the remains of the Moores, strewn across the cave. Emma couldn't believe it. It was such a horrible way to go. And she never got to try and show her parents the error of their old ways. On that day she vowed she would hunt down every last one of those freaks, to prove that humans were superior to the animals, and women could be just as good as men at killing stuff.
Other Notes: Due to a tornado that ripped through their farm when she was 9, Emma absolutely hates thunderstorms, fearing what they usually bring in the South.
Starting Weapon:A Winchester 1897 shotgun her dad used to shoot deer when they went after their crops. She has only a few bullets left.
Name: Elliot Mitchell Dugger
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Elliot is a large and fairly attractive young man, tall and muscular from working on a farm for most of his life. He has longish brown hair that seems to always need a trim, a clean shaven face and blue eyes. He wears a loose long sleeved white shirt, dark brown pants held up by suspenders, a large wide brimmed hat and good quality but old work boots.
Personality: Elliot is fairly shy but not overly so and he is well spoken and polite, especially to women.
Backstory: Elliot Mitchell Dugger was born to a country man and his city bride. His mother insisted that he have a 'proper' name and she choose the mouth full, as he sees it, of a name he has today. He had a fairly uneventful life growing up; for most of it he helped his father on the farm but he would quite often go out for extended hunting trips with little or no supplies believing that the outdoors has everything a man needs to survive.
By the age of seventeen Elliot was an expert tracker, hunter and a superb shot. He would often travel from farm to farm staying with families a night or two, offering both good company and a deer or rabbit, and this eventually made a good name for him.
Elliot's mother was killed by one of the monsters and his father died trying to avenger in a drunken rage. Now he travels from farm to farm offering protection instead of company and a good deer.
Other Notes: *Waves hand* These aren't the notes you are looking for. He can go about his business.
Starting Weapon: Gewehr 98
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Elliot is a large and fairly attractive young man, tall and muscular from working on a farm for most of his life. He has longish brown hair that seems to always need a trim, a clean shaven face and blue eyes. He wears a loose long sleeved white shirt, dark brown pants held up by suspenders, a large wide brimmed hat and good quality but old work boots.
Personality: Elliot is fairly shy but not overly so and he is well spoken and polite, especially to women.
Backstory: Elliot Mitchell Dugger was born to a country man and his city bride. His mother insisted that he have a 'proper' name and she choose the mouth full, as he sees it, of a name he has today. He had a fairly uneventful life growing up; for most of it he helped his father on the farm but he would quite often go out for extended hunting trips with little or no supplies believing that the outdoors has everything a man needs to survive.
By the age of seventeen Elliot was an expert tracker, hunter and a superb shot. He would often travel from farm to farm staying with families a night or two, offering both good company and a deer or rabbit, and this eventually made a good name for him.
Elliot's mother was killed by one of the monsters and his father died trying to avenger in a drunken rage. Now he travels from farm to farm offering protection instead of company and a good deer.
Other Notes: *Waves hand* These aren't the notes you are looking for. He can go about his business.
Starting Weapon: Gewehr 98
Name: Lazlo "Laz" Pickeney
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Despite his fairly average height, many might described Lazlo as a beanstalk. He had a certain way about him that made him seem tall and gangly and awkward, despite the fact he was only gangly and awkward. He keeps his tousled mop of brown hair tamed beneath and old, worn out newsboy that he tries to never take off.
Personality: Lazlo is an amiable sort of fellow, never much one for trouble or violence; Lazlo's the kind of guy you can depend on to excel at suburbia and family together-ness and friendship. But put a gun in his hand, and you'll quickly realise he wouldn't know the barrell from the bullets, and confused the butt for the trigger. Thankfully, his well developed street-smarts, and a quick flick of his razor will serve to get him out of most of his worries. Most of.
Backstory: Laz comes from the big city; an urban bred kid raised between Sixth and Main with nary a taste for much else. He comes from the slums, hailing no great and proud family background, and knowing all the resources of a back-alley stray. He made a living as a paperboy for much of his early life, finding easy emply shouting "Extra, extra" on the street corner. As he got older, he eventually convinced the boss at the office to let him go do some real work, and the mutants proved the perfect oppurtunity. With a camera in one hand, and hope in the other, Laz set off on what promised to be a very stupid career move.
Other Notes: He carries with hima rather burdensome duffel bag containing the old hand me down camera lent to him by his boss, which he refuses to be rid of 'just in case'.
Starting Weapon: Straight razor
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Despite his fairly average height, many might described Lazlo as a beanstalk. He had a certain way about him that made him seem tall and gangly and awkward, despite the fact he was only gangly and awkward. He keeps his tousled mop of brown hair tamed beneath and old, worn out newsboy that he tries to never take off.
Personality: Lazlo is an amiable sort of fellow, never much one for trouble or violence; Lazlo's the kind of guy you can depend on to excel at suburbia and family together-ness and friendship. But put a gun in his hand, and you'll quickly realise he wouldn't know the barrell from the bullets, and confused the butt for the trigger. Thankfully, his well developed street-smarts, and a quick flick of his razor will serve to get him out of most of his worries. Most of.
Backstory: Laz comes from the big city; an urban bred kid raised between Sixth and Main with nary a taste for much else. He comes from the slums, hailing no great and proud family background, and knowing all the resources of a back-alley stray. He made a living as a paperboy for much of his early life, finding easy emply shouting "Extra, extra" on the street corner. As he got older, he eventually convinced the boss at the office to let him go do some real work, and the mutants proved the perfect oppurtunity. With a camera in one hand, and hope in the other, Laz set off on what promised to be a very stupid career move.
Other Notes: He carries with hima rather burdensome duffel bag containing the old hand me down camera lent to him by his boss, which he refuses to be rid of 'just in case'.
Starting Weapon: Straight razor
Name: Patricka 'Pat' Morrison.
Age: 23.
Gender: Female.
Appearance:Brown hair reaches her shoulders, welcoming her blue eyes. Tender limbs but a stern body, she carries herself with pride and complexion. Wears a white blouse under an old brown longcoat. It's look represents royalty, but the fabric has been ragged by time and usage. Her face is pretty and her textures are beautiful, but you can see sorrow in her eyes as well as a small scar on her neck slightly tipping it's way up to her chin.
Personality: Patricka is quite friendly and loves animals. However, she has had bad relations with men in all possible situations and therefor often takes their words or body language in many different ways. It's easy to gain her trust but once you break it, it's gone forever. Her way of life is to live young and die contempt.
Backstory: Patricka was raised on a farm close to a Tenessee trading post. Her father, Patrick and her mother Mary were victims of an attack. She however grew up away from harm and learned alot of nursing tricks whenever her mother had patients over to their house or when she accompanied her mother to her place of work in the trading post. Her father worked the farm and her mother helped keeping stock at the trading post. Patricka became good with numbers and medicine and when she became seventeen, she went to study these things further.
But when the attack occured, she was away in a nearby town on a two week study tour where she and other students studied many cases of injuries and sicknesses.
When she arrived home and saw the chaos, she moved from the house.
Three months after moving she had finally managed to pay for the funeral of her parents and had found a place to stay at her Uncle's workshop where she helped out at the local clinic.
She only packed clothing and some minor trinkets but she kept her father's colt and all the extra bullets she found.
Other Notes: Is scared of shady men in general and considers alcohol being only good for cleaning wounds.
Starting Weapon: Carries a .38 Special - 5" barrel colt. Carries it empty but keeps 4 bullets on her person.
Age: 23.
Gender: Female.
Appearance:Brown hair reaches her shoulders, welcoming her blue eyes. Tender limbs but a stern body, she carries herself with pride and complexion. Wears a white blouse under an old brown longcoat. It's look represents royalty, but the fabric has been ragged by time and usage. Her face is pretty and her textures are beautiful, but you can see sorrow in her eyes as well as a small scar on her neck slightly tipping it's way up to her chin.
Personality: Patricka is quite friendly and loves animals. However, she has had bad relations with men in all possible situations and therefor often takes their words or body language in many different ways. It's easy to gain her trust but once you break it, it's gone forever. Her way of life is to live young and die contempt.
Backstory: Patricka was raised on a farm close to a Tenessee trading post. Her father, Patrick and her mother Mary were victims of an attack. She however grew up away from harm and learned alot of nursing tricks whenever her mother had patients over to their house or when she accompanied her mother to her place of work in the trading post. Her father worked the farm and her mother helped keeping stock at the trading post. Patricka became good with numbers and medicine and when she became seventeen, she went to study these things further.
But when the attack occured, she was away in a nearby town on a two week study tour where she and other students studied many cases of injuries and sicknesses.
When she arrived home and saw the chaos, she moved from the house.
Three months after moving she had finally managed to pay for the funeral of her parents and had found a place to stay at her Uncle's workshop where she helped out at the local clinic.
She only packed clothing and some minor trinkets but she kept her father's colt and all the extra bullets she found.
Other Notes: Is scared of shady men in general and considers alcohol being only good for cleaning wounds.
Starting Weapon: Carries a .38 Special - 5" barrel colt. Carries it empty but keeps 4 bullets on her person.
Name: John Harris
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'2 With dark green eyes and dark hair along with a short reddish beard that gave him the nickname "Redbeard" in town. Wears a white cotton shirt and brown pants along with a brown coat and leather shoes with a silver flask at his belt. John is fairly well muscled although not a body builder, and a little on the slim side.
Personality: Well-spoken and quick with a joke despite the tragedy in his life, John has a sarcastic and biting wit that made him popular with many in town, but an enemy of more than a few. A good personality for a bartender and well read, many in town come to John for advice with their problems.
Backstory: Orphaned at age 12, John was raised by the town's elderly bartender. When he passed away two years ago, he left the bar, and his possessions to John, who took over the business. John did fairly well in school despite never having any higher education in rural Tennessee. Now, John works in his bar daily with only his pet cat for company.
Starting Weapon: Winchester Model 1897 and a few spare rounds.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'2 With dark green eyes and dark hair along with a short reddish beard that gave him the nickname "Redbeard" in town. Wears a white cotton shirt and brown pants along with a brown coat and leather shoes with a silver flask at his belt. John is fairly well muscled although not a body builder, and a little on the slim side.
Personality: Well-spoken and quick with a joke despite the tragedy in his life, John has a sarcastic and biting wit that made him popular with many in town, but an enemy of more than a few. A good personality for a bartender and well read, many in town come to John for advice with their problems.
Backstory: Orphaned at age 12, John was raised by the town's elderly bartender. When he passed away two years ago, he left the bar, and his possessions to John, who took over the business. John did fairly well in school despite never having any higher education in rural Tennessee. Now, John works in his bar daily with only his pet cat for company.
Starting Weapon: Winchester Model 1897 and a few spare rounds.
Name: Aldus Vargas
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall (6' 5"), built like a shit brickhouse. Olive skin, tanned dark. Short, wavy black hair. Short, full beard. White cotton shirt, brown work pants. Dark grey driver's cap.
Personality: Aldus is a quiet, unassuming man who usually tries to keep to himself. He generally doesn't socialize, preferring to stay home and read under gaslight.
Backstory: Aldus lived in this small, unnamed town for most of his life, for as far back as he could remember, anyway. He grew up with his family, his father working in a local textile factory for most of his life. Aldus, like his father, began working there at a young age, around 12. Around the time he turned 26, he realized that factory work wasn't for him, he left, despite the objections from his family. Despite not having much in the way of formal education, Aldus fancied himself an author. He wrote a book about his life, published it with what little money he had, and sent it out to be sold. To his great surprise, the book was a hit, with anti-child labour groups latching onto it for it's depiction of the work children did. Aldus used to money from the book to move on and live alone, purchasing a small farmhouse just outside of town.
Other Notes: Nothing to see here, move along.
Starting Weapon: Browning Auto-5 shotgun [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Browning_Auto-5]
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall (6' 5"), built like a shit brickhouse. Olive skin, tanned dark. Short, wavy black hair. Short, full beard. White cotton shirt, brown work pants. Dark grey driver's cap.
Personality: Aldus is a quiet, unassuming man who usually tries to keep to himself. He generally doesn't socialize, preferring to stay home and read under gaslight.
Backstory: Aldus lived in this small, unnamed town for most of his life, for as far back as he could remember, anyway. He grew up with his family, his father working in a local textile factory for most of his life. Aldus, like his father, began working there at a young age, around 12. Around the time he turned 26, he realized that factory work wasn't for him, he left, despite the objections from his family. Despite not having much in the way of formal education, Aldus fancied himself an author. He wrote a book about his life, published it with what little money he had, and sent it out to be sold. To his great surprise, the book was a hit, with anti-child labour groups latching onto it for it's depiction of the work children did. Aldus used to money from the book to move on and live alone, purchasing a small farmhouse just outside of town.
Other Notes: Nothing to see here, move along.
Starting Weapon: Browning Auto-5 shotgun [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Browning_Auto-5]
Name: Chloe Edison
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance: Stands around 5'4" with a stick like build, Chloe never truly 'bloomed' as other girls her age, giving her a very flat chest, marking her as 'average' compared with rather plain looking features. Her eyes are a dull brown colour, neatly complementing her dirty clipped short brown hair. Tends to wear a pair of slacks, pulled tight to stay on her slight waist, as well as a plain, baggy white polo shirt, refusing to wear dresses after the outbreak as she found it hard to move freely in them.
Personality: Shy and apparently with cold/aloof from others. Chloe truly doesn't mean to be that way, but she has trouble expressing herself correctly. But, if someone can work into her heart, she will work very hard to keep them close.
Backstory: Chloe's father was a butcher by trade, finding a lot of work in a rural town, helping the farmers feed the town and themselves properly. At the age of 19, her mother passed away from an unknown illness, as her father said 'God wanted her by his side,' which set her mind racing on the purpose of why. She never found a reason as to why, but found that many things disproved any 'God' in her mind.
On the eve of her 24th birthday, Chloe's father passed on, unknown to her due to a riff that had occurred over the disbelief of God she held. She seemed to move on with her life as if nothing had happened, but inside she began breaking apart all over again. This led to a brief incarceration at a small mental asylum which 'cured' her of her problems.
That was six months before the initial outbreak, between that time, she fell off the grid, reappearing in her home town a few weeks before the infection reached.
Other Notes: She has Schizotypal disorder. [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schizotypal_personality_disorder]
Starting Weapon: Butcher Knife.
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance: Stands around 5'4" with a stick like build, Chloe never truly 'bloomed' as other girls her age, giving her a very flat chest, marking her as 'average' compared with rather plain looking features. Her eyes are a dull brown colour, neatly complementing her dirty clipped short brown hair. Tends to wear a pair of slacks, pulled tight to stay on her slight waist, as well as a plain, baggy white polo shirt, refusing to wear dresses after the outbreak as she found it hard to move freely in them.
Personality: Shy and apparently with cold/aloof from others. Chloe truly doesn't mean to be that way, but she has trouble expressing herself correctly. But, if someone can work into her heart, she will work very hard to keep them close.
Backstory: Chloe's father was a butcher by trade, finding a lot of work in a rural town, helping the farmers feed the town and themselves properly. At the age of 19, her mother passed away from an unknown illness, as her father said 'God wanted her by his side,' which set her mind racing on the purpose of why. She never found a reason as to why, but found that many things disproved any 'God' in her mind.
On the eve of her 24th birthday, Chloe's father passed on, unknown to her due to a riff that had occurred over the disbelief of God she held. She seemed to move on with her life as if nothing had happened, but inside she began breaking apart all over again. This led to a brief incarceration at a small mental asylum which 'cured' her of her problems.
That was six months before the initial outbreak, between that time, she fell off the grid, reappearing in her home town a few weeks before the infection reached.
Other Notes: She has Schizotypal disorder. [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schizotypal_personality_disorder]
Starting Weapon: Butcher Knife.
