Name: Veronica "Nikki" Lucas
Age: 22
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 124 lbs
Inventory: A golf club, scissors and a backpack filled with snacks and some bandages.
Appearance: Black hair with pink highlights. Length of it roughly mid-back. While now mostly a tangled mess it's clear from how it encases her subtle features that it was once a wonderfully cut masterpiece. Veronica's fitness is obscured slightly because of her posture or lack thereof, in addition to the general strain of living since the outbreak, but her contour gives it away aside from slight curves. Soft, warm features and a healthy tan are contrasted by the black mascara around her eyes. Her green eyes gaze out from that darkness, the only thing in her appearance which seems honest.
OOC: Going ahead with the post for now just to avoid slowing it down, just tell me if you wanna include me somewhere else and I'll edit it out.
Veronica sat in the back room of the hair salon, leaning against some cardboard boxes. She rolls up a bag of chips, sighing and tossing it over at the pile in the corner. This isn't doing anything, she thought and put a hand on her tummy as it rumbled for real food. She curled up in her oversized jacket that she'd managed to scavenge, drawing it in tight, cringing at the smell of it. Nikki realized that she herself probably smelled of decay by now from all the blood on her clothes. Her hair stuck together here and there from it and the pink highlights seemed meek at best. The jacket, however, was worse.
She jumped as something bumped against the door loudly and quickly grasped her golf club, praying to... something that it would pass, they usually did. She was just glad it was such a sturdy door. She heard one of those mindless moans that made her tremble and slowly it went away. Nikki let go of the club again and breathed a sigh of relief. She leaned back again and without realizing it slipped into sleep, much needed but dangerous.
Nikki woke up with a jolt and as usual in her mind she growled at herself for having fallen asleep. She slipped up against the door and listened. Nothing. She figured if ever she was to look for supplies again, it was now. Things were getting worse by the day, making her unsure of how much longer she'd survive in that room. It took some effort, but after a while she managed to get the zipper up on the jacket. It was a man's jacket, and no small man at that. Finally she got her backpack on and gripped the golf club tightly. Teeth clenched, she slowly opened up the door and peered out. It was impossible to see anything out on the street from here, but the salon seemed empty of them. "Them", she thought to herself. What are they anyway? She got her head back in the game and moved out.
It was dark in the salon, her own room only lit up by her flashlight which was now leaving it to its darkness. She noticed something had happened since she last went out. As she came out to the street she saw tracks, then she saw the creatures. They were amassing at the police station. She brought her club up but hit something on the way, giving off a metallic clash which seemed to alert a few of them. Her blood rushed. It wasn't the first time, far from it, but everything was a hindrance now and she was becoming emaciated. Perhaps giving up, perhaps grasping for the last bit of hope, she rushed for the police station, trying to find another entrance. As she approached more and more of the creatures started moving towards her at varying speeds.
"Anyone there?" she yelled as she neared the building. She had given up by now, running more from momentum than anything. Tears trickled slowly down her face, stinging as they reached dried up blood and dirt. She saw a light and ran towards it, hoping it wasn't just a lantern, but almost certain that her fate was to join... "them." She screamed once more: "Please help me!"
OOC: Oh dear, longer post than planned.
