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Jamie Murray

"Memories warm you up from the inside but they also tear you apart."

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a character in “The Uninfected: Reboot”, as played by GrimBones66

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FULL NAME: Dante Odette Estella Garnier
NICKNAMES: commongly its just donnie, while estel is family oriented.
GENDER: female
SEXUALITY: bi-sexual ; female lean
AGE: 20
BIRTHDAY: november 28th & sagittarius rising, gemini sun, pisces moon.
CLASS YEAR: sophomore
MAJOR: majoring in computer science, minor in game design & business
HOMETOWN: Hamilton, New Jersey
OCCUPATION: co-editor and web designer for the schools website.




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Dante is slightly taller than your average woman standing in at a sturdy five-seven with equally broader shoulders, subtle curves, and a pair of full legs. Her skin is pale, either taking to a tan nicely or burning rather easily without the proper skincare, but thankfully she's always lotioned with scents of coconut and pear. A sculpted face with high cheekbones holds two green orbs that are slightly almond-shaped with thick brows above them, and long lashes that are usually accented by mascara and eyeliner. Sometimes Dante will shave a notch into one of her eyebrows when she feels like it. Under that lie bow-shaped lips that are permanently stained with a soft pinkish-red hue. A smile that can reach from ear to ear, exposes her prominent dimples much to her shy dismay on occasion. Originally, Dante was born with very light brown hair, bordering dirty blonde, but by the time she reached twelve, it had already settled to a walnut color. She's been dying her hair black since the age of seventeen and favors the deep dark walnut that it washes out to. She also never forgets to do her little patch of red that accompanies her wavy hairstyle with the self-cut bangs.

With a mix of femininity and masculinity in her demeanor, Dante's wardrobe reflects the same in fashion. There are a lot of trousers and jeans in ratio to skirts or dresses in her closet and the styles range depending on her mood. She really likes dressing in silky button-ups on fancy occasions. On a regular day though one is usually met with a simple style of pants, a sweater, or some kind of shirt with sneakers and, a few pieces of jewelry. When it comes to piercings Dante wears two simple and small silver hoops on each of her earlobes, a helix piercing on her left ear, and to end it a septum piercing. In total, she has 9 tattoos all ranging in different sizes across her body. Dante has them on her right hand, forearm, ankle, on her ribs, and right under both her wrists. wardrobe || tattoo's




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Jamie Murray's Story

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Before Infection

The cool breeze washed over her face like a soft blanket of air and through her blonde locks that blew in the wind. Her feet pedaled the bike while her earbuds sat snug in her ears, playing Tell her you love her by Echo Smith. The energy that flowed through her body along with the song all but put her in a good mood. Jamie always felt free when riding her bike, like a bird flying up high. The feeling didn't last long though, as soon as her song finished the empty silence of the town caught her attention for a brief second.

There was no one outside like Mr. and Mrs. Loving, the elderly couple that Jamie always passed on their morning walks or Tom, the guy who always walked his dalmatian, Jaxs during the morning. The silence was eerie too because usually the faint sound of cars traveling on the road could be heard in the background but there was nothing. While she was distracted, looking to her right at the empty street Jamie had to pull abruptly to the left when she looked forward again. Mentally cursing herself Jamie screeched to a stop. When her bike came to a stop she turned her head to see what almost caused her to fall off her bike and to her surprise it was a body in the middle of the road.

Panic quickly took her over as she hopped off her bike, the charm on her backpack making a slight chiming noise as she did. Jamie jogged over to the body on the ground before dropping down on her knees beside them. She instantly recognized the person to be Mrs. Loving and on closer inspection found that her ear along with her neck had been severely injured. Looked like bite marks if you'd ask her. With panic and confusion clearly written on her face Jamie leaned her head down to listen for a heartbeat but there was nothing. Her eyes shifted all around looking for someone, anyone while she called out "Help! Somebody help!" but no one was around.

Jamie turned and took off her backpack. She began rummaging through it completely oblivious to the slightly moving body in front of her. Once she found her phone she unlocked it and tried calling 911 but only the operator came up, talking about some 'all lines were busy at the moment and if she could stay on the line they would be with her as fast as they could' which was a load of bullshit because in a small town like this the local police usually had more than enough people at the station to answer the phone. "Fuck," she cursed while turning back to face Mrs. Loving. In that second though, when Jamie's eyes landed on the elderly woman she reached out and gripped Jamie's arm with strength that an eighty year old shouldn't have. Everything all happened so fast that Jamie didn't even have time to react until it was too late, until the old woman's teeth, what she had left of them sunk into her forearm.

A painful cry escaped the blondes mouth as she dropped her phone and placed her hand on the old woman's forehead, pushing as hard as she could until she was off of her arm. When Jamie looked there was a clear and clean wound of the old woman's teeth marks right in the middle of her forearm and it burned like crazy, as if someone just lit her whole arm on fire. The wound began to bleed in seconds so Jamie applied pressure and scrambled back, away from the old lady in horror and stood up. The thing on the ground wasn't the old lady anymore, somehow Jamie knew that because that warm look that Mrs. Loving always had in her eyes were gone and replaced with bloodshot hungry ones. "Mrs. Loving, are you okay? Can you hear me?" Even though the woman just bit her and looked absolutely horrible Jamie was still worried about her.

The thing lunged at her and Jamie stumbled back almost falling on her ass while trying to dodge it. The animalistic growl that came out of Mrs. Lovings mouth made Jamie react on instinct as she shoved the woman back with her uninjured hand and ran back towards her bike, grabbing her backpack in the process and leaving her phone behind. While pedaling at high speeds down the street Jamie left a small trail of blood that dripped from her wound on her left arm. In all honesty Jamie didn't know where she was going, she all but forgot about work at the towns morgue and just road her bike until her mind finally cleared enough to stop at the local gas station. She didn't think twice at how abandoned it looked, how abandoned everything looked but dropped her bike in the front and busted through the doors making her way straight to the bathrooms.

After locking the door behind her Jamie opened the faucet and tried to wash the wound but her vision began to fail. She blinked a couple of times and gripped the side of the sink before finally her legs gave in and her vision went black. The only thing that could be heard from outside the bathroom was a loud and muffled thud of Jamie collapsing on the floor.


After Infection


Jamie awoke slowly with her eyes trying to blink the heaviness that weighed her lids down. Everything was blurry at first but her vision soon focused as she sat up on the red and cold tiled floor. She had a splitting headache and a dull throbbing pain on her left arm that caused her to glance down at it. She slightly gasped when she saw the wound but it wasn't bleeding anymore, nothing more than a few droplets of blood anyway. Jamie slowly got onto her feet having no memory of who she was or where she was and even on how she got here. Her green eyes sluggishly scanned the small bathroom until they landed on the backpack that laid on the floor next to where she was.

She picked it up and rummaged through it once again. The bag had to be hers because it was in here when she woke up and it didn't look like anyone else was in here with her. After searching for a few seconds her fingers grabbed hold of a smooth rectangular object which she pulled out. It ended up being her leather sketchbook her mother gave her before she passed away. Jamie looked over her book curiously before opening it and finding the name Jamie Murray written in the upper left corner in fancy looking handwriting.

"Agnes . . ." she murmured to herself not really knowing the meaning of the name or why it popped into her brain. That name rolled off her tongue so familiarly that it felt almost nostalgic. With a wrinkle of her nose Jamie discarded the book back into her backpack. Something felt weird, something was wrong and she felt it in her gut and why did her pants feel so tight? That wasn't normal right? Unless she wore some tight ass jeans today but that wasn't it, it felt as if something was pushing against the back of her pants.

"The hell?" she cursed as she began undoing her pants. In a small panic she pulled them down and her eyes grew wide when she saw herself in the mirror. Attached to her lower back, right above where her panties began sat a tail. A fucking tail! It extended down, just past her knees but then it curved up so it wasn't touching the floor. She was sure that if you held it out straight that it could drag behind her. Utterly terrified but curious Jamie reached around and touched it softly, snapping her hand back when it responded to her touch giving a flick. The end of the tail was pointed just like a wide arrowhead, like those you would see on some kind of demon.

That wasn't the weird part, no, the weird part was that she felt her own touch on the tail and it was her that moved it. What the hell was she? Did she always have this there? Shaking her head Jamie looked forward and took a breath. "Okay, just breathe. You have a tail, no problem. You probably had this all your life." she tried to calm herself until she eventually did and pulled her pants back up, leaving them to hang snug just a bit lower on her hips in order for her tail to be free. Pulling on the backpack it was time to get out of here and find out what was going on and if anyone knew why she had a freaking tail. With a click of the door Jamie pushed it open and stuck her head out slowly looking around.

A store? Supermarket, no too small. Jamie thought trying to figure out where she was and how she got there. Honestly it was just giving her a bigger headache then she already had. She took a few steps out from the bathroom and rounded the corner going down and aisle filled with refrigerators on one side and a rack of snacks on the other. Her eyes were cautiously flicking about and she had a reason to be cautious because what if someone saw her and her tail? She didn't want to scare someone or else, have someone call the cops on her or something.

She rounded another aisle and walked that up all the way until she got to the front where a man stood behind the cash register with his back facing her. "Uhm, excuse me. First of all please don't call the cops on me or be scared," she began but the man gave no response, just a low growl that seemed to emit from him like a low motor. Jamie raised an eyebrow and reached out to him, tapping him on the shoulder only to have him whip his neck around and almost bite her fingers off. Jamie pulled her hand away just in time and all you could hear was the sound of his teeth clamping down on air. "Jesus, fuck!" she gasped while looking over her fingers to make sure she still had them all.

"What the hell is your prob-" she was cut off by herself when she looked at him. The clump of flesh that hung off his cheek and bloody appearance caused Jamie to go wide-eyed as she took a step back. "Christ man!" she exclaimed as the thing began to climb over the counter. Her initial reaction was to run and she did, wasted no time trying to assault the thing and just busted out the front door with her tail knocking some things over on a shelf on her way out. Frantically looking around her eyes landed on a mint green bike that laid on the ground to her right. Not caring who it belonged to Jamie hopped on and took off right when that monster came out of the store. She could feel the cool air rushing against her face, bare arms and tail and somehow it was refreshing but she couldn't keep her eyes off of what was happening on the sidewalks.

People were on the floor, some all bloody and most likely dead while others were crouched over bodies . . . ingesting them. Her stomach churned and Jamie only pedaled faster when a couple of those things noticed her and tried to come after her. Everything was in chaos and this certainly didn't look right. She turned a corner with ease but couldn't see what was in front of her for a second because of a car. When the car was out of her line of sight she swerved to the right creating a screeching sound as she dodged one of those things that tried to lunge at her. Jamie managed not to fall off and keep the bike going but she couldn't help but to look back at the thing for a second and in paranoia pulled her tail close to her body not wanting it to be bitten off or something.

Jamie didn't know where she was going, honestly she was just pedaling and pedaling fast. All she wanted was to get out of wherever this was and have some questions answered. She was so focused on getting out of here that she hadn't noticed the smoke in the air that caused her to cough and with one hand on the handlebar Jamie raised her other arm towards her mouth where she coughed into her arm. The smoke got heavy in one area which blinded her for a couple of seconds so she wasn't able to see in front of her all that well. Once she emerged from the heavy smoke the clean air was a relief but the figure in front of her caused her to panic and that’s where she finally lost control trying to avoid it.

Jamie slammed on the breaks and turned the bike so it skid sideways, scraping her left leg in the process before finally falling onto the concrete and rolling to a stop. Not wanting to be eaten like those other people Jamie quickly turned over and got onto her feet looking around until she focused on the figure in front of her. There was a light sting against her face, a scrape on her chin but she was taken aback by the girl in front of her to really notice. A drop of blood dripped onto the ground from her chin as she stared at the blond in front of her as if she was some kind of miracle and to Jamie she was because right now she was the only person that didn't look like one of those things. Her tailed flicked once before Jamie managed to get something to come from her mouth. "Your not going to eat me are you?"

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Ivy stood out in the middle of the street, her chest heaving as she attempted to catch her breath. Her right hand had a death grip upon the crowbar while her left ran back through her hair. She didn't notice until that moment that she was trembling. She allowed her gaze to fall towards her hand. She quickly clenched it, at the same time closing her eyes tight, whispering to herself, "Calm down... You're fine... You're fine!" She didn't know what was going on with her. If she had to memory it'd be a panic attack partially induced by her PTSD, but how was she supposed to know that. She needed to medicine, but again she had no idea. All she thought was she was panicking from whatever was going on.

Her attention drifted from her trembling hands when she saw a blonde, dressed like a waitress... Well that's what she thought, it was hard to tell under all the blood. The blonde walked along the road, seemingly normal. Ivy didn't want to take her chances just yet, but she brought the crowbar up to hold like a baseball bat, watching the girl intently. She made sure not to make her own presence known, not until she knew what this blonde was. Zombie... Well she'd kill her but if she wasn't? Then maybe it'd be best if they stuck together.

Before Ivy got a chance to gauge the woman, another came riding through the smoke on a bicycle. She assumed it was a safe bet that that girl was normal, after all she was riding a bicycle. Apparently the girl didn't see the blonde because she wiped out in quite a painful landing. Ivy began to walk towards the 2. She wanted to make sure the girl was ok. She was still too far away to hear what the one from the bicycle said to the other, but talking is a good sign.

As she reached the center of the street, Ivy was looking around. The smoke seemed to part temporarily. It was just enough for her to see a crashed truck in the distance. Nothing out of the ordinary... At least here. Almost every car on the road was wrecked or something. But what did happen to catch her attention was when she saw something get out of the truck. Ivy figured if that was another one of those things she'd take it out stealthily, then she'd at least be able to kill it without issue.

Ivy gripped the crowbar tight in her right hand as she ran towards the figure. It didn't take her long to close in on the figure. As she got closer she sped up, running at full speed. She opened her arms to grab it and tackle it to the ground. Once Ivy had it down, she quickly moved on top of it, straddling his torso with her knees holding down either arm. In a quick movement both hands grasped the crowbar as she lifted it above her head, preparing to slam it down on his head. But then she heard something, almost like he was talking to her without his lips moving. It was like she could read his thoughts. Thoughts!?

Oh my god he's not one of them! Ivy gasped, dropping the crowbar beside them. She brought her hands up to cover her mouth. "I'm... I'm so sorry. I thought you were one of them." She shifted back to get her knees off of his arms, then pushed off the ground until she was standing. She then offered him her hand to help him up, "My god... Are you ok?... I'm so so sorry."

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There was something seriously wrong with her. She could tell from the amount of blood on her, and the internal gut feeling of something being wrong. She had been standing for quite some time, but had decided to move a little further down the street a ways, stopping and standing still once more as she felt something wet dripping down the back of her neck. She reaches back tentatively, feeling around her hairline until she felt the source, a gash at least the length of her thumb. It should hurt. Yet she can't feel it. At all. Now she knows that something is incredibly wrong.

Shock maybe?

Probably, she wipes the blood on the front of her apron, drawing her attention quickly to the actual appearance of her clothes. Apron, skirt, and blouse, all in various shades of puke yellow, white, and gray. What a gross mixture of color. She notices a couple of straws sticking out of one of the apron pockets. So, at least that's one mystery solved, shes a waitress somewhere by the looks of the uniform. Probably somewhere close since she hasn't been walking that long. Unfortunately the uniform didn't have a nametag - why wouldn't she have a name-tag...unless it fell off. Jeeze, she just wishes she could remember something. Anything.

She digs in the apron pockets. Change, balled up trash, empty candy wrappers - Aha! Relief washes over her at the sight of the tiny metallic nameplate. A welcoming sight. She flips it to the side that says 'Hello my name is...'

"Gracie Palmer." She reads, hoping the name will tug something else from her brain. Maybe an address, or a reason for all the blood. Nothing...besides an awful amount of grief. Something else washed over her then, panic and maybe a little confusion, as well as some other emotion she can't identify; it feels distant, like its there but hidden. These feelings are not her own. They are coming from outside of her, from different sources. They alike to water waves, rolling over her skin, surrounding her in these feelings that are not her own. She breaths sharply, overwhelmed all at once by the intensity.

Gracie barely turns her head just as a bike comes whirling from the thick smoke, Gracie winces as these foreign feelings invade her again. Freezing her in place while the girl skids to avoid her, the girl on the bike meeting the ground in a rush. Gracie places a hand, ever so carefully against her head where a throbbing has begun. Its not painful, but it isn't pleasant non-the-less.

"Your not going to eat me are you?" Asks the girl; Gracie can almost swear she feels the emotion behind the question radiating off the girl to bite at Gracie. So sharp and clear, she could almost mistake it for her own sense of relief. Gracie meets her eyes, confused. No, she thinks, realizes after a second shes just staring at the girl."No," Gracie answers."I'm not going to eat you." She bites her inner cheek, feeling nothing as her teeth sink deeper than intended into the delicate inner skin. Blood wells up there, the thick taste of it bathing her tongue. Disgust works its way through her, but most of all she worries about the girl before her.

At least someone else is here, alive, and normal as far as she can tell.

Movement and sound catches her attention, the distant wreck she had seen drawing her attention once again. Earlier she had seen it and started moving towards it, as if in a trance. Shes still too far away, the smoke still irritating her eyes. She squints, the shapes turning human.

She almost calls out, almost, until she remembers how bad that could be. Empty streets, blood, talk of people eating each other. Not exactly a safe situation. Gracie pales visibly, hands shaking, shes taking a few steps away from the girl. Would it be wrong to leave her there? Would she have any other choice besides to run if they did end up being dangerous? Her heart pleads with her to say yes, but her gut is telling her otherwise. She owes nothing to the stranger at her feet. All she knows is it would be morally wrong.

We would have been attacked already... Gracie thinks. Fighting against her instincts she looks back at the girl, and gives a soft, unsure smile. A weak attempt to seem unafraid. "I don't think this road is very safe to stay on..." Her lips tremble, tone wavering towards unsure. "Should we try and talk to them?" Gracie motions to the people.




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"Normally, sweetheart... You'd have to buy me dinner first..." Well at least he has a sense of humor. Ivy rolled her eyes slightly at the typical male comment. As he stood up she realize not only he towered over her but he seemed... Familiar somehow. But obviously she had no idea. Her memories were completely gone. She'd be lying if she said he wasn't an attractive man but that's not what plagued her mind. She couldn't help but try to scratch the recesses of her brain to figure out who he is. Ivy was lost in her thoughts until he voice shook her back. "The name is... Well... I'm not exactly sure. But I gotta tell you something, I don't think I have ever had anyone come into my life in such an explosive manner." Ivy couldn't help but chuckle at the comment while smiling apologetically and scratching the back of her head. "Wait... one of them? Like a crazy ex?"

Ivy rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips while chuckling. "Really? That's what you take from that?" She shifted her weight to her left leg which caused her hip to pop slightly. "It's obvious you haven't encountered... Well I don't know what they are. Crazed, maybe?" She then did a double take realizing what he said before the crazy ex comment. "You have no memories either?" Weird. But at least she knew she wasn't alone. But then again, it'd be hell trying to figure out how she knows him. But then she had an idea. "I can tell you who you are."

Ivy set her crowbar down in the bed of the very crashed truck that the man had stumbled out of. She then walked back over towards the man. He seemed so much taller when she stood close to him. But she didn't wait to ask permission before slipping her right hand into his front left pocket. Empty. To anyone else this may be seriously invading someone's personal bubble, but she felt like however she knew him it was well enough to where this wouldn't be weird. Plus, he was just flirting with her. Ivy didn't know a man that'd argue about a woman's hand in his pocket. She then stuck her left hand into his front right pocket. Empty again. She took a step closer to him, moving her right hand around him to check his back pockets. "And I may not have any memories... But one thing I'm certain of is no crazy ex's." She grinned when she felt the wallet in his back right pocket. She pulled it out and took a slight step back from him. "It'd take a special kind of guy to handle me." Ivy then opened the mans wallet to his I.D. "Jack Dukes." She flipped the wallet around to show him.

That also reminded her that she hadn't checked to see who she was. So before Jack got the pleasure of searching her, Ivy patted her own pockets. Her jeans were empty but then she checked her leather vest pockets, feeling something in the left interior pocket. She reached in, grabbing the contents and pulling them out. Ah ha, my wallet! Opening the wallet, she at first read her I.D. "Ivy Archer... 26." Ivy then started filing through everything else. Some cash, pointless credit cards, then there was something about the Marine Corps. Was I a Marine? It wouldn't surprise her. Somehow she was strong enough to tackle the giant before her without any trouble. As she went to close her wallet, a small piece of paper fell out. She leaned over grabbing it off the ground. It had written in very sloppy handwriting 'Ivy & Jack 2027'. This caused her to furrow her brows while flipping the paper over. No not paper... picture. Ivy hasn't looked in a mirror since she lost her memory but she could only assume that she was the redhead in the picture standing next to a younger version of the male before her. In the picture his arm was draped across her shoulders, they both were laughing and half covered in mud.

Ivy had a very quick and brief flash of a memory, just of the moment that picture was taken. But it faded as quickly as it came. She couldn't help but smile at the picture. She then took a step towards Jack, holding it out towards him. "Apparently, we know each other Mr. Dukes." Ivy made her way back over to the trunk, grabbing her crowbar and slipping it through a belt loop in her jeans. "Looks like this probably wasn't the first time I tackled you." She smirked towards Jack before letting her gaze shift towards the blondes once again. "I think we should go see if they're ok."

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Gracie stared at the girl for a while longer, wondering if the shock of it all had just silenced her. Deciding not to bother with comforting her, she turns to look at the strangers down the way. Two options left, face the strangers or turn tail and run off alone. There are plenty of reasons that option two would be a bad idea. For one, shes weaponless and covered in blood with no idea of what exactly has happened. Another thing is she has no idea who she is, besides a name and the faintest clue that she worked at a Diner. It honestly wouldn't make sense to go off on her own now, she'll just have to trust in herself more.

She holds her head high as she walks, trying to look more confident and stronger than she really is. "I come in peace!" She calls, perhaps a bit too loudly as she nears. Hands held up in a surrendering manner. Her joke falls a little flat, the nervousness in her voice radiating like waves. Not that she has anything to surrender to. If they couldn't tell by the slight shake in her voice, then they would definitely be able to tell from the sweat and fine trembling in her hands that there is most certainly nothing about her that's confident in this situation. Her eyes are drawn towards the Crowbar at the woman's belt, the shiny metal daunting enough without it being in her hands.

Gracie bites her inner lip, tasting blood before she realizes she's bitten too hard again. But she can't feel it, which is somewhat worrying. Perhaps its from the shock. But she doesn't really feel like that's it. "Um..." She stops and runs a hand through her tangled mess of hair. "You uh, wouldn't happen to know what's going on here?" She motions broadly. She draws her arms back in seconds later. Anxiously peeling the dried blood from her skin. Gross.