Description

Personality

She tends to be quite pessimistic, getting irritated mainly with herself, mainly with the fact she could never relate to other people. Despite being so outwardly cynical, Val ironically hates being alone. She didn't care if people talked directly to her or if she spoke to them, as long as she was near someone, anyone, her mind was at peace. Being completely alone was almost like a phobia for her.

Words usually just fall out of her mouth, most of the time she doesn't bother filtering what she says. This habit tends to rub people the wrong way, depending on what exactly she says. Val is actually resentful of her inability to hold back everything that pops into her head, although she'd never say she was sorry.

Equipment

Val carries everything she has in a tattered leather messenger bag that she keeps on her person at all times. Inside the bag she keeps basic medical supplies, some food, a water canteen, a small radio, a face mask, and a worn stuffed teddy bear with a blue ribbon around its neck, kept more for sentimental reasons than practical ones. Strapped to the outside of the bag was a rolled up blanket on one side, and a old baseball bat to the other. The bat was her only defense against the infected, but it has always served its purpose quite well.

History

Val never was a social butterfly. In fact, she was down right awkward most of the time. Awkwardness eventually developed into full on contempt of other people, and whenever she wasn't in her medical school classes, she was shut up in her room, studying her text books or playing various video games online, mainly with zombie plotlines, dreaming of a day when something would come and drastically change her world like the characters in her video games. Val grew up with her aunt for most of her life in a well off apartment in the heart of an enormous city. She always hated feeling alone, and couldn't bear living in the eerily silent country side with her biological parents.

Living in the middle of a bustling city was a sure cure for her anxieties, up until the day the bombs fell. When the first missiles came, she was in the basement of her apartment building, suffering only from boredom. As she felt the world around her tremble, she turned her portable radio on only to hear reports of what was going on on the surface. It was in that moment that she knew her hopes had indeed come to pass, although it wasn't at all what she had expected.