Don't you understand? There is no getting out of this.
Nickname
Alex
Age
22
Gender
Female
Originally From
Florida
Former Occupation
Waitress
Equipment
- Kitchen knife
- Glock 17
- Tattered dark grey t-shirt, musky green jacket, worn denim shorts, backpack.
Physical Description
Alex possesses the quality of being extremely mature for her age. Tall like her father, she stands higher than the average girl.
Although she is very thin and frail, she was naturally born with a muscular build throughout her lanky arms and legs. She has a very pale complexion, pink rosy cheeks, shell-pink lips, and pale lavender eyelids.
Her eyes are large and widely spaced, revealing the mysterious deep, brown color inside of them that draws in the gaze of an onlooker. Her nose is thin and her cheekbones are prominent, making her lips a bit too full for her slim jawline. As for her eyebrows, they are darker than her hair and are straighter than they are arched, curving beneath her heart-shaped forehead. Alex also has gently waving, chestnut-colored hair. It is usually straight, curling at the ends by a cause of traits from her mother.
Personality
Alex has tried her hardest to be the best guardian she can be, often at her own expense. She's very stubborn and hardheaded, perhaps viewed as a cruel trait to some. She tends to keep to herself and often at times will defend her silence. Alex can also be viewed as mysterious, but is very trustworthy towards her companions. She tends to love helping out and will risk the cost of her own life to protect the ones she loves.
The evening sky was painted with soft, colorful pastels, as the sun began disappearing from behind the horizon line. A few clouds were scattered here and there, shadowing out some of the stunning sunset, but they only increased it's radiance. The pink and orange hues of the sunset would soon turn to nothing, leaving the moon to take over and make the sky a velvet black. Against the painted sky, trees, powerlines, and the roofs of apartments were like shadows.
It was her favorite time of the day. She was calm for once which was surprising. For the last few weeks she had been watching news broadcasts for the updates of a strange coma-like disease that had been sweeping the nation off its feet.
Alex was approximately two steps from her sister's front porch of her apartment when she heard a woman's blood-curling scream pierce the skies. She turned briskly, marveling at the numerous amounts of people hastily running through the crowded streets. Agony clouded the innocent faces of the women, children, and men who began flooding out of their cars.
Alex's heart began to race and her blood turned cold. She was afraid of the unknown, and she could tell that the unknown didn't have an amazing outcome this time.
"Haley!" Alex burst through her sister's doorway, not even second-glancing that the door was unlocked.
Her eyes searched the house frantically for any sign of her sister and her nephew, Brady. She paced through the house quickly, glancing over marble counters and nearly tripping over scattered sneakers. There was no trace.
She turned, running towards the doorway, still clueless to the event that was taking place. Was is terrorists? Maybe a massive shooting down at the Cluck-and-Buck? Possibilities warped throughout her mind countless times. Her own thoughts made her on edge and anxious.
Her heart leaped out of her chest. Near the doorway she spied the drawer where her sister kept a pistol in case of any emergency. She was guessing this was a definite one.
Running faster than her feet could take her, she opened the drawer and grabbed the pistol. Brady's worn-out backpack leaned against the leg of the table, almost beckoning for her to grab it. She quickly clutched onto it, putting the pistol in the side pocket of the navy-blue backpack. She was out in a flash.
Alex ran towards the frantic crowd of people running towards something- What exactly? Alex had no clue.
"Brady!" She took a breath to yell once more. "Haley!" There was no reply. Many citizens were screaming, too, possibly for any signs of loved ones in the crowd.
"What the Hell is going on?" The thought ran through Alex's head.
She took a step back into her violent reality. A brooding man hit Alex in the shoulder, knocking her down onto the asphalt. She caught a glimpse of his shaggy brown hair, sticking out from all sides.
"Watch it, asshole!" She looked up, expecting to see him apologizing; but he was already gone.
She turned her head to the right, looking over her throbbing shoulder. The same man limped his way into an apprehensive family, now backing against their mini van away from the figure. He lashed his arm languidly at a screaming teenage girl. Alex stood up, almost making her way towards the family to help. Too late.
He bit into the neck of the teenager, his yellowing teeth now stained with blood. The family cowered in fear, somehow knowing that their daughter would never survive. Alex could never forget that first scream of fear that echoed through her lungs. It would ring through her ears forever. Forever.
She ran through the crowd, her skin turning number by the seconds.
She just kept running, her mind replaying the memory over and over again like a nightmare that she created as a result of watching too many horror movies.
She ran even faster this time, scared of the unknown. She clutched her pistol as sweat dripped down her shaking palm.
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