If one thing can be said about Allison, it's this: she's a total sweetheart. You'd have to be a completely heartless asshole of a bastard to dislike her. You see, she isn't one of those annoying, cloying girls that are so sickeningly nice they seem fake. No, she's actually a cool person. That's not all, though. She's also very complicated. A very complicated sweetheart. Don't try too hard to wrap your head around her. It probably wouldn't work out too well for you. She seems contradictory. She would do anything to help a person in need, as she has this sort of super-empathy ability that allows her to emphasize with anyone. Literally, anyone. She could sit down and understand a serial killer, for Christ's sake. Hell--she tried to talk to a zombie, once. One of those slow ones. She concluded they were pretty stupid; probably incapable of intelligent thought. Well, at first. But that story's for later.

She honestly tries her best not to hate anyone, but... she knows that's an unrealistic goal. Allison abhors injustice, and selfishness. You betray those around you, and she finds out about it, god help you. She will chew you out. She'd never harm a soul, in theory, unless someone's life depended on it. Then she would kill without hesitation. She's one of those no-shit types. Very logical, realistic, not one to sugar coat things. She will tell you exactly what she thinks--despite the occasional brutality of her bluntness. She does this thing, though, where she smooths it over with encouragement after. Unless she really hates you. Then you just get caustic honesty.

This girl is probably the most passive aggressive person on the planet. She'll utilize her utter sweetness, sarcasm, childish tricks, you name it. Don't put it past her to dye your hair hot pink or tie-dye your skin. That being said, she is a very mature and level headed person. She's also stubborn as hell. She will never back down if she believes in something. She hates losing, and if someone were to outwit her... oh, god. She'd hate it more than death itself. No joke. Those people that try to manipulate others, oh--she has fun with those people. Even if she agrees with whatever they want to accomplish, she'd never submit to them. And she'd do everything she could to ruin their schemes.

Ironically, she is something of a mad scientist herself. She does manipulate people. But it's usually manipulating the problem individuals to not be problems, or calming some hysterical person. That's about the only time she'd outright lie. If some kid was freaking out about dying, and she knew they were going to die, she'd lie to comfort them. Not the lame "Oh, you'll be alright" lie. No, she'd really make them believe it. She's a simply fantastic liar. But she rarely lies... she's too sweet. She would lay down her life for a stranger, and she can be almost idiotically reckless at times. Supposedly fearless when she needs to be. She's also a loner. 100% introverted leave-me-alone-in-a-corner type of girl. She hates crowds and isn't a big fan of people. Yet she has this desire to help them. It's weird.

She's great at organizing things and is very dependable. She'll get the job done. She's usually very humble and timid, unless infuriated, but somehow people tend to listen to her. She has the authority of police officer in a disaster. That collected tranquility in disaster that just draws people to her. So, she's a leader by nature. Even though she never wanted that title, she accepts it, because others don't do a good enough job and it's a good way to help people. She's very whimsical and artistic, too. Cute, in a nerdy way. Sometimes her comebacks are lame--simply because she has to say something, having no comback means the opponent won--but she plays it off like it's super witty and that can be an amusing sight. Nothing's more amusing than a flustered Allison. If you get her to blush, it's really noticeable as she's so pale. I could go on and on, but you really should just meet her for yourself.




Allison can emphasize and sympathize with practically anyone. Granted, she isn't one to pity people, but she can genuinely understand where they're coming from and provide whatever needed in whatever situation. She can almost always tell what someone if feeling, it can be so strong it's like she feels it herself. It's like a sixth sense. This ability allows her to save those deemed unsavable, and it groups her with the outcasts no one likes. People flock to her because she knows exactly what to say or do to calm people down. She knows how to make people happy. It has gotten her out of a few... unlucky situations. No one wants a psychopath endangering the group.



Another thing about Allison--she really is a mad scientist. One reason people look to her for leadership is the fact she's great at organizing, categorizing, and planning crazily brilliant schemes. These schemes might involve creating a hierarchy-styled colony, crazy systems for getting needed supplies, systems for distributing supplies, or a cut-throat plan to escape invading zombies or looters. Really, who knows what her plans will involve. But, sometimes all you can do is stare at her. They can be a little over-complicated at times.


No, this has nothing to do with physical ability. In fact, she's so uncoordinated, it's laughable. This girl couldn't run to save her life. Ironic, but true. You know how they say, in event of being chased by a bear, you only have to run faster than 1 other person? Well, she's that person. Everyone escapes, and she can't run from anything. She can't fight her way out of anything. She has no physical strength. So, what is this evasiveness? Well, it goes like this. When needed, she is a very smooth talker. She can talk her way out of almost anything. Honestly, the girl should've been a con-artist. Oh wait--she was! Ha. Long story. This also applies to literal evasion, as she can hide like champion. She can stay completely motionless and silent for quite awhile. It helps with the stupid zombies. Then, when coupled with her diabolical plans, she can pull of crazy stunts to evade things. It makes up for her P.E. failure.


So, you want to know what I've been doing with my life, hm? What life? God, I don't even want to talk about it... I... I can't talk about it.

Alright, alright... I'm sorry. I'll do my best, but don't expect much. This isn’t life, it’s death. Doom. Destruction. Go find a thesaurus and look up every possible synonym, and it still won’t describe this justly. I guess it all started with a walk to the hospital. I was always a frequent visitor there. I knew all the nurses by name, and a lot of the patients. I wouldn't really say they knew me; I mean, I've always sort of lived a lie. I had to. It's just how life turned out.

My dad was a con artist, alright? There. I said it. It doesn't really make that big of a difference now, anyway. His sorry ass is quite dead. I'm getting ahead of myself, though. I was visiting the hospital with my dad to see my little brother, Damon. He was a cute kid. Brown hair, freckles, green eyes. A little insane and always energetic. God, I… he was a great brother. My entire reason for existing.

We had already lost mom a long time ago. I won’t tell you how, because it isn’t in the time frame. It was forever ago. I was going to see Damon; the nurses said he wasn’t doing good. He had leukemia… and, I guess… it was finally taking its toll. Long story short, he… he, um… d-died. I was too busy crying to notice all the new patients, all the people acting strange. Even the doctors and nurses were acting strange. I vaguely remember his nurse, Katelyn, telling me about an epidemic going around. Some virus. I didn’t really hear her… how could I? My entire world had just come to an end.

Well, my dad, he didn’t cry. I know he had to be upset—but not that much. He left to go back to work, and told me to report back home in two hours. He had forced me to con for the last few years. People never expected something like that to come from someone like me. I was trustable, and he exploited that. So, anyway, he left. But, 15 minutes later, he came running back. Everyone was screaming. Zombies! Zombies! OH MY GO—. I actually heard people get eaten. The sound of blood squishing and splashing, bones snapping, brains spilling out to the floor. I’ll never forget it, not for the rest of my life.

It was hard, but I left my brother’s corpse. They ate it. I saw them eat it through the glass—I had climbed out the window. My dad, instead f following me in my “suicide scheme” decided to hatch his own plan. The bastard shot himself. It just goes to show you, some people can’t think logically in bad situations. It really bothered me, never being able to bury my brother. I could care less about my dad, we never liked each other, but Damon… I couldn’t even bury him.

I watched until there was nothing left of him. The vultures devoured him mercilessly. After that, I climbed over to a dark room and entered through the window. There were people there. Alive people—not infected ones. They were mostly children, sick like Damon was. They didn’t have anyone, so I got them out. It was hard, but I managed. We survived for a few weeks.

Then, I failed them. They were counting on me, and I let them die. All those people… gone. I don’t know how I could be so stupid. And, to make it worse, I lived. I even tried to live. I’m such a lowly person. It’s… I’m ashamed. I’ll never forget their screams.

You may be wondering how I lived. Well, the kid that tried to eat me, he was really slow. No—actually, he was quite fast, but he was pretending to be slow. The little devil wasn’t even a zombie! He was pretending, to trick the monsters. He told me the whole story. It was his only chance, after he lost his parents. I told him I’d help him.

Slight problem, though. He eventually got the plague—as I call it. I tried to help him control it, just like I tried to reform the slower zombies. (Okay, I tried talking to 3. Don’t follow my lead, and never try it on a fast one. God… just stay away.) I think it helped, he only tried to eat me a couple times. And, I actually found his parents. We all parted ways, then, and I haven’t seen him since. He was a little redheaded boy, Leon. I wish I could say it all worked out…but, um… I’m actually pretty sure he ate his baby sister, and I think he lost complete control. I’m such a failure. Next zombie I see, I should just kill. Too many have died. Hell, like I could actually kill a person…

I just, I can’t keep talking about this. All you need to know is I’m staying alone, now. I’m not failing anyone else. If I die, so be it, but I don’t see myself joining another group or helping anyone else. I can’t fail another person. Oh—god. Who am I kidding? I’m… I’m really sorry if this was all over the place. It’s really hard, I’ve been strong for others so long… I haven’t even truly cried over my… Damon’s… you know… I’m sorry, I can’t… goodbye.