Full name: Amelia Evans; aka Amy
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Personality: Amy is one of the few people who has survived the zombie apocalypse.. so far. And she is one of very few people that hasn't killed a single live-person to keep herself alive. Amy has relied on her wits and resourcefulness to get through zombie hordes; and even more dangerous: warm-blooded, coldhearted bandits. However, she doubts that her Ms. Nice strategy will continue to work for much longer.
Appearance: Amy rises a bit short at 5 feet 3 inches. And food scarcity has starved her into a 115 pound, just barely rounded figure. Her eyes are a mild, river green color and they are slightly hollowed from her frequent sleepless nights. Amy's hair has a sheer veil of maroon from her live-it-up days, from before the virus even became a worry.
Likes/dislikes/other: Amy's likes are at times when she is able to find food or shelter, but even more when she happens to find them simultaneously. She likes when she is able to find a lone survivor such as herself somewhere along her journey. But usually her happiness never lasts, the stranger must go their separate way, or they turn on her for supplies, or even when they must be put out of their undead fate. Among her few likes are the carefree memories she has held onto of her loving mother, caring father, and goofy older brother. Another one of her dislikes, however, is when those memories torment her, knowing that she can never again see them, hear them, hug them, kiss them.. She has taken on many burdens at this point and what has become one of her many hopes is that her journey end, not concerned with how, but how soon.
Short history: Amy grew up with her parents and older brother. She lived contently with them in the city, in a comfortably sized apartment. Perhaps her life hadn't occurred to her to be as perfect and lovely as she thought now, in which she wishes to be back in more than anything. She had moved out abruptly-- out of immature angst, or a stupid argument, which she no longer remembers but can now never forget her regret-- and moved in with an insensitive boyfriend, who is now unremorsefully deceased. It had been late in the progression of the epidemic when she had realized too late the mistake she had made. During evacuation, Amy ran home and burst into the apartment only to discover it in ruins. She could see that luggage had been set aside for all her family members, including one bag for her own belongings. Her family had packed for her, waiting for her. She turned the corner into the living room and saw her family lying in a sad heap, the carpet soaked with blood. Amy collapsed on to her knees then, crying for the very last time; in sorrow for her family, in frustration at herself, in hopelessness for the world. She was thankful for one thing though. She would no longer be burdened by pain. She is emotionally numb and believes she deserves her lonely fate to traverse this world full of hollow people.