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Anastasia Greene

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a character in “2024: Zombie Apocalypse”, as played by MetallicaGirl

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Name: Anastasia Greene
Age: 19
Gender: Female

Appearance
Height: 5'3
Weight: 120 lbs
Body Type: Slim
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Red
Skin Color: Pale

Personality
General personality: Anastasia Greene is a small-town girl, born and raised on an Oklahoma cattle farm just north of Tulsa. She's hard-working, intelligent, and nice (for the most part). She's very opinionated and always shares her opinion. She's also scared, although as shut in as she is, she'd never admit it. She tries her hardest to always keep up her strong image and often hides her true emotions out of fear of judgement.
Likes: Rock & roll, dachshunds, reading, writing, firearms, swimming
Dislikes: Country, cats, fire, lift kits, rebel flags, opinionated people with "wrong" opinions
Fears: Dying, Being alone
Ambitions: Survival

Background
Career: Student (College), Part-Time Bookstore Clerk
Family: Mother (deceased), Father (unknown), Brother 1 (deceased? *presumably), Brother 2 (alive)
General history: Anastasia was born and raised on a farm in Oklahoma, around people that she didn't really get along with. She was raised in a conservative neighborhood, and she had more liberal ideas. Her mother died when she was young, and she was raised by her father and two older brothers. After graduating high school, she moved to California and began attending college to be a nanotechnology surgeon. When the apocalypse broke out, she learned her younger brother was safe and had talked to her father, but no one in the family was able to get ahold of the middle brother.

Ability
Strengths: Good with firearms, good stamina, fast
Weaknesses: No arm strength, no knife skills
Weapons: 1911 pistol, Mauser rifle
Survival Knowledge: adequate

So begins...

Anastasia Greene's Story

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Anastasia carefully, quietly and skillfully weaved her way across the abandoned building avoiding the rubble on the ground, her 1911 loaded and ready to fire at a moment's notice. It was her fifth day alone, going from building to building looking for supplies or survivors. Her biggest fear at the moment was not zombies, but looters: she knew that looters would do much worse to her than a zombie would...

So far, she had only encountered one looter, and since she was in good company with another survivor, he had not caused Anastasia any trouble. However, she had seen groups of looters running around and knew if she came face to face with a crowd of them, her odds of survival would decrease.

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Anastasia heard footsteps and stood up straight, gun pointed in the direction of the noise. "Who is there?" she asked. She knew it was either a lone zombie or another survivor, and she knew she could take on either. A horde would be much loader, and looters tended to travel in gangs. She wasn't sure what the noise-maker was doing in the abandoned building, since it didn't offer much but refuge.

"I'm armed," she warned, her voice optimistically cautious as she called out into the dim light. Her heart was racing. She was almost sure it wasn't a zombie. The footsteps weren't long and drawn out, like a zombie scrambling for food. Besides, most of the zombies she'd seen were busy feasting on the streets, treating the bloodbath like a buffet. She was almost certain she was going to see another survivor.

The thought of seeing another live person excited and scared her. She didn't know what to expect; would they be sane? Would they be angry? Dangerous? Could she trust them? Questions ran through her head at one-hundred miles an hour, but she blocked them out enough to focus.

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Anastasia kept her pistol raised, scanning the survivor, almost letting out a sigh of relief. She looked him up and down carefully. "I'm Anastasia," she said. She slowly lowered her pistol. "Are you...bitten or hurt?" she asked, softly, hoping that he would say no. She did not want to be alone again.

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"No I wasn't bitten." Dylan replied back to her as he watched her lower her pistol. He took a soft sigh and leaned back against a nearby wall. "So tell me Anastasia, what brings you to this abandoned building?" He took a quick glance over her, she seemed to be in healthy shape. Not a zombie bite or scratch on her, he had to admit that it was good to see another human being that wasn't a looter or already bitten.

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"I've been searching for my sister Jenn. We traveling together and a zombie ambush got us separated. I've been searching for her even since. I kind of hoped you were her." Dylan trailed off sadly as slid down the wall and sat on the ground resting his hands on his knee. "I've been searching for a little over two weeks for her even since we got separated." He then looked up at Anastasia.

"So what did you do before the world turned to shit?" he asked.

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"I was a SWAT officer with the LAPD, I was only in SWAT for a few days when the first cases of the outbreak happened. We tried to hold them off with the National Guard to let people evacuate, but then we were overwhelmed. Chaos ensured and order collapsed. It was everyone for themselves, I loaded up my Glock and grabbed an M4 before heading off to find Jenn." Dylan explained after he heard Anastasia's story then heard her offer to look for his sister. "Thanks I really appreciate it, having another person is better than trying to do this alone."

"Everyone move this way!" Dylan ordered to the screaming civilians before turning around and fired his M4 assault rifle at the approaching zombies. A scream made him turn and watch in horror as a zombie pulled Melvin down and and bit right into his leg. Melvin screamed even louder as his leg was torn from his body.

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Anastasia watched Dylan curiously. "A SWAT officer, huh? I guess I got lucky that you came into here. You probably know a lot more about survival than I do," she stated. She fidgeted with her hair and then opened up her backpack. She grabbed a Slim Jim jerky stick and offered it to Dylan. "Are you hungry?"

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Dylan smiled and grabbed the jerky stick, opening the package and then took a bite of the snack, "Thanks, man I've almost forgotten what a Slim Jim tastes like." He then finished up the snack and tossed the wrapper aside, "World has ended, doesn't matter much if I littered." Dylan then stood up when he noises in the distance, he grabbed his M4 and made for the exit. "Come on we need to get moving, those don't sound like looters."

He checked the exit and saw an open parking lot, the zombies were only a few seconds from coming into the room where he and Anastasia were in. Being out in the open would be a little bit better than be surrounded inside a building. "I think we can make across the lot, you ready?" Dylan turned his head to look at her for a couple seconds before looking back out at the open parking lot again.

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Anastasia looked around nervously for a moment before grabbing her pistol. "Yeah, I'm as ready as I'll ever be," she said, following closely behind Dylan. She knew he would probably be fast, but she also knew that she could keep up. Anastasia was agile and quick, partly because of her youth and partly because she ran laps around the ice rink as part of her pre-hockey game work out.

She kept her pistol ready to fire at minutes notice and made sure her bag pack was on securely. She had a first-aid kit, some snacks and ammunition she had managed to get a hold of in the pack. She knew that it wasn't much, but she also knew it was valuable and kept her alive so far.

She raced into the parking lot, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She could hear the creatures shambling around, moaning and gnawing hungrily, watching them make their escape.

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Dylan kept pace next to Anastasia as they ran across the parking lot, the zombies snarling and moaning could be heard to their sides and behind them. He was amazed on how well she managed to keep up with him and made a note to ask her the next time they could take a break. He felt himself trip over a fallen corpse which really wasn't a corpse. The zombie turned it's noticed to see what had bumped into it, and slowly rotated itself and crawl towards Dylan.

"Damn it!" Dylan cursed as he saw his M4 rifle had bounced a few feet away when he had tripped. He pulled out his pistol and fired straight at the head of the zombie, and it fell down unmoving. Getting back up on his feet he could see more zombies coming out of the abandoned building that he and Anastasia had escaped from. Looking around for options he saw a brick building on the opposite side of the street of the lot, it had a fire escape ladder on the side of it.

"Quick up the fire escape!" Dylan pointed as he rushed to pick up the assault rifle before leading the way to the fire escape with her following him.

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Anastasia almost screamed as the zombie lunged at Dylan. She cringed, but let a quick sigh of relief out when she realized he was okay. She took out a few zombies, but only the ones that were an immediate threat as she did not want to use unnecessary ammunition.

She heard Dylan's cry to get the fire escape and she stepped up speed. She was surprised at how fast she could move. Maybe I should have done track in high school... she thought to herself, chuckling a bit as she ran towards the building for her life.

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Dylan brought his pistol up and fired as he saw a zombie emerge from the alleyway the fire escape was located on. He allowed Anastasia to go first to climb up the fire escape and he followed her. "Good thing zombies don't know how to climb huh?" Dylan allowed himself to joke as he reached the rooftop alongside Anastasia. Looking all around he could see zombies slowly roaming the streets in search of their next victim. It was going to get dark soon, and traveling around at night wasn't the best option now. They would have to wait til morning to try and make progress.

"Looks like we're going to have to stay up here for the night." Dylan sighed as he took a moment and sat down on the ground to catch his breath. "You move pretty fast for nanotechnology surgeon student." He laughed.

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Anastasia smiled at Dylan and fought the urge to roll her eyes. "What? You don't think people can be smart and fast simultaneously?" she asked, with a smirk. "Besides, I'm plenty athletic. I played hockey." She watched the zombies move around, wondering where they would go next. She didn't know if she should try and make conversation with Dylan or not. He seemed friendly enough, but she didn't know what was out-of-line to say in an apocalypse.

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"Well I don't doubt that." He laughed a little bit as maneuvered himself to get comfortable with his back resting against a generator. "You played hockey, that's pretty cool. I did sports back in high school, was on the cross country and basketball teams there. Mom would use to laugh when I couldn't stop running, even at home." Dylan laughed a little more as the memories of his childhood came back to him. However his thoughts sobered when he thought of his mom, and of his sister who was still somewhere lost out there in the apocalypse. Sure Jenn could take care of herself to a degree, but for how long? And will she be alive long enough for him to find her?

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Anastasia smiled to herself. "It bugged daddy so much that his daughter played hockey. He didn't feel the ice was the place for a lady." She studied Dylan closely, wondering what was going through his head. It seemed like he was worrying. She decided to start up a conversation and try to suppress his worries. "So, where are you from? How did you end up here in Cali?"

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God why do you send people near me, haven't I killed enough Catherine thought. The two teens made it up the fire escape and just stood on the roof a moment. Do I stay here and watch them for a few days or should I move on to the next city Catherine checked her backpack and saw she was running low on water. Shit, I guess im staying here until I find more water....... I wonder if they have any She thought, still watching the teens on the roof. I need that water to survive, The sun was setting and Cathrine deicided to tell them that they were't alone. She took off the suppresor of her sniper, shot a waring shot above the teens head's and ran to a abanded building to plan her next move.

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Dylan smiled a little bit when he heard Anastasia's reply about her and her father. He remember his mom giving him a talk, trying to persuade him from not joining the Los Angeles Police Department. The reason for that was she was worried her son was going to hurt or worse, when he walked his beat every shift. Dylan was brought out of his self reflection by Anastasia's question. "I'm from Los Angeles, born and raised there. Went through high school and then joined LAPD. How about you where are....Shit!" Dylan shouted as he heard the sound of the sniper rifle shot. "What the hell was that?" He looked at Anastasia.

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Anastasia sat up and looked around. She glanced at Dylan, confused. Who was shooting and why? Where did the shots come from? Questions flooded her mind as she looked around nervously. "...what's going on?" she asked Dylan, with a concerned expression. Her eyes scanned the streets, but all she saw were the living dead and corpses.

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"No idea, but I'm guessing someone was trying to either take a shot at us, or spook us. It sounded like a sniper rifle." He looked around him, the setting sun did not help as illumination was already starting to fade. "It could of been looters as well, probably sent someone here to loot us, but I don't know." Dylan then noticed on how nervous Anastasia was getting with how she was looking around her multiple times then scan the streets. "Hey it's going to be okay." He laid a hand on her shoulder to show that he meant it.

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"I'm not going to lie...people scare me more than zombies ever have," Anastasia admitted. She tried to look brave. She kept her pistol close, and with her free hand, held the hand Dylan had put on her shoulder, grateful for the reassurance. She squeezed his hand for a moment and then let go, putting both hands on her pistol again.