Full name:
Amber Saunders Serria
Gender:
Female.
Age:
19 years old.
Personality:
A girl who is bitterly sarcastic, itâs no wonder that Amber tends to piss people off. Sure, sheâs quiet when she first meets you, but when she stays with you for more than a day, her true personality comes out- in nasty rude mumbles. She is cold to others, and tries to distant herself away from them; from what she quotes, âunnecessary bondsâ only bring trouble. Unlike some people, Amber is surprisingly a great thinker when she is under pressure, leaving her at an advantage in some situations; though, many of the times, her fast reactions only benefit her. She has a strong will, but in truth, Amber hates being alone- itâs one of her greatest fears.
Appearance:
Amber is pretty normal looking- only reaching up to 5â7ft and weighing in at 135lbs. Her body is lean, hardly having curves, and the curves she does have are only visible when she wears little to no clothing. She has long layered hair that reaches down to the bottom of her shoulder blades; her hair is a cherry red that has settled, loose curls. Her eyes are a light blue, sometimes changing to a dark green when she doesnât get sun for a while; her eyes match well with her light beige skin that easily takes color.
Other:
Her equipment consists of her small car, a gun from her farm house (running low on bullets), some food and water, one pair of clothes (shirt and pants with the additional underwear), a pitchfork she managed to grab, first aid kit (running low on items), and a small tent (torn and tattered). She also has a picture of her family she carries in her back pocket of her jeans.
Short history:
âI grew up on a farm with my father, mother and younger brother. Before this stupid disease had started, my life seemed almost perfect. I had just turned 19 years old and starting my life at the community college near town; I would have moved out, but my parents needed help on the farm and I couldnât just leave them. I was aiming for a degree in the medical science area so I could work at the townâs local hospital; I had always liked that small town. It was my second semester when the disease hit and before I knew it, everything had come crashing down. I believe it was a Sunday when I saw the first one, and before I knew it, more and more showed up.
It wasnât before long when my father had gotten bitten; it was like something out of a horror movie. His body jerked upwards and all I could hear was screaming. I could still see him in my mind clearly- sweat pouring out of his body as he kept constantly coughing up blood until he laid still, dead. It was when I had saw my mother shoot
We left during the day, traveling at daylight and resting as much as we could at night. I had decided it would be best to move out of the farmlands and head into the city for survivors; once we would get our survivors, then weâd make camp in a near forest. It was the best I could come up with. By the second month, things had only gotten worse for us. Each city we visited was infested. I didnât want to- scratch that, I couldnât give up. I remembered the ache in my heart as I watched my brother become weaker day by day as we kept searching. It was for my own selfish reasons and I knew, for the sake of my younger brother, I must give up the search; and so, I did. We headed for the nearest forest after packing up any supplies we needed. I figured weâd stay in the forest area until the air we breathed hadnât stunk of rotten flesh and death.
Unfortunately, my brother didnât make it. It was odd, how such a tough little boy could go so easily to something as treatable as ammonia. Even with what training I had- I still couldnât save him. I try not to think of it now, because I know the past will only slow me down. I still continue my search for survivors. To be honest, I know Iâm better off alone, but I donât want to be. I think Iâm more afraid of this lonely feeling in my heart than of those sickening bastards. I wonât ever admit that though. I promised myself not to show any weakness. None. At all."