[center]Full Name: Tammy Jones. My mom says that middle names are overrated.
Nickname: I don't really have one. Saying that I have barely spoken to anybody since I was six. But if you call me something I don't like, I'll most likely break your arm.
Age: Just turned 20. Exciting.
Gender: You really don't know, huh? Well, I'm a girl. At least, that's what I've been told.
Role: I'm Immune. Great for me, right?
Personality: Tammy Jones is definitely the girl that's nearly everybody's best friend in school. How couldn't she be? She barely talks, and tries to just agree with everybody else. She wasn't mean to anybody. At least, as long as they weren't a self absorbed prick. She left a certain personality for them. Everybody has a line. Her's just happened to be with people she found annoying. Not like it made her a bad person.
But that was in school. Now imagine her in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Not everybody would be rushing to help her then, huh? So when the infection started, she did what anybody would do. Learned to live on her own. Sever off all ties to anybody that has mattered to her before. But even if she had seen any person living, she probably would be the same person. Rather nice. Quiet. But, she had changed a little. She tends to be mean to more then just obnoxious people, and will be a bit more sarcastic and tough.
Frankly, though, she couldn't blame herself. Who wouldn't change in something this unexpected?[/center]
Inventory: Tammy has a bag that she carries, and in it is a metal baseball bat, two pairs of spare clothes, enough food to last her the next month, and a small First Aid kit.
History: Tammy grew up in a small family, her being the only child. But she still had both her parents. And a life at school that could keep her from being depressed. And the fact that she was on the school's soccer team. That helped her run faster, and build more stamina. That was enough for her. But those were just the upsides of her life. The things that she pretended were the only things that happened in her life. But there was still much more to add. To start, her mom was drunk every Friday. So on those days, she made sure she had plans with her friends. Her father had always had the same plans. But there where still days when she couldn't find something to do, and had to stay home. To listen to her mom walk around the house, breaking things. Sometimes getting in fights with her daughter. Which means Tammy has learned to swing a couple of good punches if she ever will need to. Which, in this zombie case, will come in handy at least a couple of times.
But there was also the fact that she was never really good in school. She tended to fail classes every once in a while, and have a C- average. It wasn't her fault. She personally thought the teachers at her school were horrible. That didn't help, of course, on Fridays. Her mother always seemed to remember this. What another good reason to scream. After all, it wasn't like her mother remembered anything the next day. Which didn't help at all, in Tammy's case.
That didn't mean Tammy didn't love both her mother, and her father. So when she saw both of them get attacked by zombies, you could imaging she was very heartbroken. Her whole life, wasted away. So she traveled far from her town, and now here she is. Living alone with these fuckers.
When I was younger, I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart and I watched
As he tried to reassemble it
And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love if it does not exist
But darling, you are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
Maybe I know, somewhere deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways to make it alone
Or keep a straight face
And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable distance
And up until now I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk
But you are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
I've got a tight grip on reality
But I can't let go of what's in front of me here
I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof, it's not a dream, oh
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
And I'm on my way to believing
Oh, and I'm on my way to believing
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