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Anastasia Marie Crane

"I'm not afraid of the dead, its the living that scare me."

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a character in “The Will to Survive: The New World's Order”, as played by UnderSavageEternity

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Name:Anastasia Marie Crane
"Staysha, actually."

Age: 22
"At this rate ill be an old Spinster..."

Gender: Female
"Just one more reason to be afraid.

Birth Date: December 9th
"Yeah its not a birthday when its lumped together with Christmas. "

Height: 5'7" (1.70m)
"...."

Appearance: Once upon a time Anastasia was your average every day teen. A girl who came from a middle class family who always managed good looking clothes and the best make up. Her skin once a blemish free peach color has become tan from hours in the sun and riddled with scars and scrapes. Her eyes once bright dreamy blue now empty and dull. She hasn't smiled since everything went to hell and though she could have salvaged her clothes she chooses now to dress in mens clothing. She never bothers with how she looks or smells because at this point there's no way to care. Her hair is lengthy brunette that she always keeps up in a tight bun and she cuts it once a week with whatever has on hand. Her muscles have become very toned from this whole experiance but not bulky or very noticable. She's got a fades tattoo of a black serpent winding around her left arm with the serpents head ending on the back of her hand.
"There's no time anymore to make myself look good. Who would I even be trying to impress anyway?"
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Gear: Since she never learned how to use a gun she instead learned archery. Though it isn't quite as effective she can still do a great deal of damage with her bow and arrows. She also carries a switchblade in her boot and a crowbar holstered to her weist. She carries a canteen around her neck and anything else (food, clothes, any medicine she can scavenge) is in her black backpack.
"Guns are complicated and loud."

Personality: Often shaky when approached to quickly. Her defenses won't go down no matter who she's around. She's got an extremely skewed pattern of thought and dry humor to accompony it. She isn't afraid to speak her mind and won't hesitate to make her uncomfort with a situation known. Sarcastic at the best of times and dramatic at the worst. She will cry if she gets really scared or a situation looks dire but having survived this far does show she's got some natural instinct that often kicks in. She never was very book smart but rather the kid that learned from experience. Generally if there's a way found past her defense system she can be pretty friendly and kind but is more scared of the living than the dead. She will however make hasty decisions and will stick with that decision till the end. Her motivation for staying alive is simply that without life there is no hope.
"I'm not afraid of the dead, its the living that scare me."

History: Anastasia grew up in a middle class family with her older brother Eric. However when Eric went off to collage they grew distant and he later died from overdosing on meth. Her parents grieved and became very strict after that and when it came time they needed to avoid ravenous zombies they ended up dying due to them trying to pretend nothing was happening.

"Its no use thinking of the past when there's a future to look foreward to.

FC: Willa Holland

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So begins...

Anastasia Marie Crane's Story

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Character Portrait: Anastasia Marie Crane Character Portrait: Charlotte "Charlie" Kennedy Character Portrait: Silas John Barker Character Portrait: Alexander Kennedy Character Portrait: Allison Joel
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Its dark and cold. Anastasia wants nothing more than to curl back up in to a ball and sleep some more. But there's no way she's falling back asleep until she's done the rounds. Her heart pounds in her head from exhaustion and a general lack of nourishment but she can't just slack of right now. She grabs her bow off the table of the abandoned building. She shouldees the quiver and readies an arrow. She moves quietly to each window fof the uppee level at first. Then slowly makes her way down to the lower one.

Anastasia doesn't exactly know what kind of building this once was. Its been sweeped clean except for a few tables and chairs. Perhaps it was a furniture outlet but theres no way to know for sure. All she knows is its got just the right amount of defense to keep her safe at night.

Her ears strain to hear even the tiniest of noises. She freezez when she gets to a bottom floor window and looks out. There's someone out there just out of her sight. Nothing suggests that this person is alive so she draws back the arrow and aims for a spot just beside the person. The arrow sails smoothly to its target, silently embedding itself in the ground in front of the shadowy silhouette.

Anastasia moves slightly out of view while readying another arrow. She shakes slightly as she pulls it tight and stares at the figure.

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Silas stares at the picture clutched between his forefinger and thumb. Its old, worn and fraying at the edges but the yellowing signs of age haven't obscured very much. There's still that smile Silas longs to see each day - the picture is Elizabeth on the day they found out she was pregnant. It hurts to see her face and to know she isn't there beside him. It hurts to remember she's six feet deep and staying that way.

But Silas is glad she never became a Zombie. If she had....There would be no way Silas could let her go so easily.

He sets aside the picture and leans back against the tree he's tied himself in to. Its not the easiest way to catch some z's but its the only idea he's got being in this wide foresty area. How he got there he couldnt even say. Days out here seemed to melt into weeks and those in turn into months. Days bled together worse than a wound and everyday took the same amount of survival instinct. Maybe he could have caught more sleep - after all the day had begun not long ago. But then he heard something close by.

In fact, the shuffling came from the base of the tree he's in. And though he's fairly high he's surprised they hadn't noticed him up there. Silas unties himself silently and peers down at the people. He quirks a slight smile as he sees a teenage boy and a girl whose age could be debatable.

Though he's glad to see more human faces he takes precautions anyway. Then when he's prepared to grab a weapon if need be he whistles softly to announce his presence.

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Allison jogged out of the pharmacy, hopefully dodging a bloody mess with some undead. She jogged down a couple blocks and leaned against a house close to the woods. She was looking around when she swore she saw a girl and a boy run into the woods coming out of the pharmacy, “What the. . .” She said to herself in bewilderment. Since she didn’t actually see all of them, she decided to let it slide and not chase after the people she just might have imagined.

She continued close to the houses and went down an alley to a deserted road. She pulled out her axe, just in case. If there was a zombie she didn’t want to attract more. She moved down the road, checking every alley, and looking through all the windows. Most every building was deserted; all that was left behind were some furniture, decor, things people in this situation just do not need.

She stopped in front of a two story commercial building. It reminded her of before the apocalypse; back when she would walk down all the back alleys to find the good food and stores with her mom on off days. She was being still with her axe down at her side. If you would have seen her, she would have looked like she wasn’t alive in that moment, like she was somewhere else. She was in a daze. She heard a small swooshing noise, almost like an, arrow. She opened her eyes and then saw it.

There, right in front of her, at the tip of her feet, was an arrow. “An ARROW?! REALLY?” She almost screamed, then shut her mouth and looked around, hopefully that didn’t attract any thing’s attention. “Holy crap!” she franticly whispered to herself. There was defiantly someone there, a human. “Okay, there is only one building that could have come from.” She said quietly calming herself down. She turned to her left staring at the commercial building. She approached slowly, cautiously, peering through the empty window frame. She had her arm tensed around her axe, and she stuck her head through.

“Oh god” she said, again a bit loud. She quieted down to a whisper, “You scared the crap out of me.” She said as she stared down the bow pointed at her face. She smiled compassionately, she could tell this girl was tired, and she was shaking. Allison switched the hands her axe was in “Here honey, how about we lower the weapon.” She spoke calmly as she took her hand and pushed the bow down. Allison hoped through the window frame and sank down next to the girl and slid her axe just out of arms reach.

She turned to the girl, she now see just how exhausted this once gorgeous girl was, her eyes clearly tired, but now wide awake with nerves and tension. She looked hungry, though there was really no way to tell at the time just how much food she had had recently. Allison really did love being around people, and she felt deeply for this lone girl. “My name is Allison” She said happily, though she still wasn’t too happy that she had an arrow shot at her. “And some friendly advice Hun, next time you want to shoot a deadly weapon, please make sure the person isn’t alive first. Though I do appreciate the fact it actually didn’t hit me!” But I don’t know whether you did that on purpose or not . . .

Allison reached around into her bag slowly, as to not startle the girl, and grabbed the gram crackers and peanut butter. She set them down and got the bottle of water and handed it to the girl. “Here” she said “Take this.” She smiled and began to open the snacks carefully and quietly hoping the girl would be trusting with her.

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Anastasia jumps when a girl pokes her head through the window. Her hands shaking with the effort not to shoot the arrow into her head. The girl says something but Anastasia can't comprehend it until she's through the window and pushing Anastasia's bow down with more words and not particularly in that order either. Is this girl real? Anastasia doesn't know but she still grits her teeth to keep herself from tearing up. Wether or not she's real the fear is still there. She can't just trust this girl. Anastasia takes a few precautionary steps back and places the unused arrow back in the quiver. Then she loops the bow through a hook on her back pack.

She looks at the girl with eyes that show more fear than anything. Anastasia has been on her own for a long time. She isnt sure how people act anymore and if this girl is being nice as a ploy she'll probably flip an lid. But so far she hasn't done anything to suggest she's a bad person.

“My name is Allison” the girl says with emotion she cant quite understand. “And some friendly advice Hun, next time you want to shoot a deadly weapon, please make sure the person isn’t alive first. Though I do appreciate the fact it actually didn’t hit me!”

Anastasia frowns at the last sentance. She pushes strands of brunette hair from her forehead and shrugs her shoulders lightly. She looks back out the window to see the arrows shadow, its probably still intact but there's no way she's going out to get it. She only ever goes out for food or water if she runs low. She turns back to the girl and eyes her wearily. She barely feels herself taking the food or water from Allison.

"I never waste arrow," is her only answer to Allison. She had noticed the axe Allison carried but as she hadn't used it Anastasia felt fairly sure she wasn't a danger. Her guard did stay up though as she sunk to the ground. Her exhaustion is overwhelmind her by the second and all she really wants is a nice warm bed to sleep in.

"I'm..." Anastasia stops to think about the danger of giving her real name out. Really there was none but it still felt wrong to let anyone call her Anastasia. "Staysha," she decides at last on the nickname most of her friends would call her. And that's when the first tear slides from the corner of her eye. Thinking of old friends in addition to her mounting anxiety and exhaustion nearly had her sobbing. She swipes her hand across her eyes and laughs to cover up her anguish.

Anastasia climbs on unsteady legs and looks Allison in the eyes. If these were the old days a person could mistake her for being some kind of drug addict with the way she looked. She tears into the food as if she hasn't eaten in months. Though it has been a week since she's had anything in her stomach besides stale bread and packets of uncooked rice she scavenged from a corner store.




Silas nods and follows the two. He knows there isn't rrally explanation needed. He only hopes they don't end up being his death sentance....He catche's up to Charlie and pauses with his hand heading for a weappn. He examines the area before spotting a guy making a racket up ahead. He looks at the others and shrugs.

"The more the merrier. Saying of course he isn't a crazed lunatic." Silas says aloud to Charlie who seemed to take the initiative to engage the possibly crazed man and slowly starts to approach him with his hands raised. If the man attacked he could atleast take the first hit and let the others do what they will.

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Allison sat and was kind of quiet studding the girl. She was small, but not frail by any means. She looked about Allison’s own age, or not to far either side. She looked exhausted, and was obviously afraid to be around a person. She had probably been on her own for quite a while.

Allison looked around while the girl unarmed her bow and put it down, which made Allison be less tense. This girl is strange Allison continued sizing her up. She felt good the girl was eating though, it looked like she hadn’t eaten in days. Allison put down her bags and opened her duffle bag full of goodies and took out another bottle of water and set it by the girl. She said something, but Allison didn’t quite get it.

She said her name, audible now, it’s Staysha. “That’s a really pretty name.”Allison said kindly, though she was a great deal sure it was a nickname I don’t blame her for not trusting people with the real thing, especially if it’s the first Human I’d actually interacted with in months.

Allison swore she saw a tear roll down her cheek. She felt a little bad, having probably scared this girl half to death, and then barging in. Staysha looked at her and all Allison could do was loosen her smile, she felt just bad. “I’m. . . Really sorry . . .” she said and looked down at her lap “I barged in here, to your space probably scaring you in the process, and just I don’t know. I know I can be a lot to handle even when you know me, but you must think I’m crazy, and all. But. . . I just haven’t seen an actual person that wasn’t trying to rip my face off in ages. . . so I am really sorry. . .” Allison rambled on a bit, about how she was grateful that Staysha didn’t just turn around and push her out the door at gun point, or rather arrow point.

At the end of it all Allison just kind of sat there looking kind of pitiful. “I would really like it if we could, maybe, join up or something. Two tends to be better than one against the world these days.” She ended with looking up at Staysha with a small smile. Allison hoped, really hoped that this girl would like her enough, or just give her a chance. You’re trying too hard. . . Chill out. . . CALM DOWN She was saying to herself over and over just to keep from just getting up and walking out of the place in shame.

Allison sat up and gave Staysha a small friendly smile, and waited for her to take the crazy jumbled mess she just spilled all in.

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Anastasia stares at the rambling girl with wide eyes. Listening and taking in every spoken word. Anastasia gets the whole happy to see another person thing but honestly she can't imagine why this girl would want to be around. Anastasia knows how much of a mess she is, with her habits and nit picky ways. She waits for Allison to finish speaking then places her hand tentively on Allisons shoulder.

Her hand itches at the contact and her nerves are on high alarm but she forces a smile. It may not be genuine but its all she can manage as she stares Allison in the eyes. Anastasia nods as if to answer her questions and without taking her hand off Allison leads her to the top floor.

Its dingy and sparse with the only light being from the two windows on the far wall and four oil lamps placed strategically in places the light will overlap to be brighter. Theres a beat up couch pushed against a wall and a mattress covered in god knows what. Various bits of furniture are spread over the top floor. The only thing that's clean is an oak dining table in the rooms center holding anything Anastasia wasnt carrying at the moment.

She looks back at Allison with that unreal smile plasterrd on her face and sets her bow on the table and hooks the Quiver on the back of a matching chair. The floor creaks wearily as she walks across and to another doorway. She quickly opens it and begins dragging out various blankets.

"Um, I usually take the couch..." She isn't sure how this is supposed to go. Allison is a stranger and its not like Anastasia will be sleeping until she's sure she won't wake up with that axe to her throat. She shrugs wearily and moves to where she's placed a pile of clothes. They are mostly dirty but there are a few cleaner shirts and pants. "I've got spare clothes too..."

While keeping her eye on Allison she pulls her own shirt off and pulls on a new one. She doesn't mind being seen half naked as there isn't anything to see anyway. Her ribs jut out awkwardly and her spinal collumn is visible when she bends to pick up the shirt. Once she's done exchanging her sweat soaked shirt for a dry one she moves back to Allison and tilts her head. Expecting something to happen.