NAME: Katie Augustine

NICKNAME: Kate

AGE: 17

PHYSICAL DESCRPTION: blonde hair, dark brown eyes, kind of short, and skinny

PERSONALITY: not afraid to get muddy or whatever (sooo not a girly-girl), HATES to talk about her past... if she does she REALLY trusts you, will kill zombies but cracked skulls and splattered brains leaves her shaking and on edge, always has been looking for love and really wants to be in the arms of a man she can trust and love.

CLOTHING: white tank-top with thin black zip-up jacket

EQUPMENT: a metal bat and a phone


BACKGROUND STORY: my little brother Thomas was playing baseball with his friend Eric when I got home, It was Thomas's birthday so I went to get him a present at the store, a baseball cap with RED SOCKS written across the top, Thomas LOVES baseball and his whole room is filled with anything baseball based you can think of, I ran inside to rap his gift, I would give it to him at 9:01, when he officially turns 14, I run inside and rap his gift, when I'm done it is 8:34, not time for his gift yet so I hide it under my bed, I feel really tired so I take a quick nap on my bed I wake up at 8:45 to my brother calling my name, I run over to him (Eric has gone home) to see him watching a baseball game on TV, holding his metal baseball bat in his hand, a clock on the wall ticks loudly, "whoa look at that!!! he just got a home run!!!" Thomas shouts with cheer ,I pretend to understand but I know almost nothing about baseball "whoa cool Thomas!!" I cheerfully smile at him, he turns to me and hugs me "I love you Kate" he smiles
"love you too tom" I smile "Katie get your present, it is almost time to give it to Thomas" my mom calls from the other room "ok" I call back " I'll be right back tom" I smile and run into my room "crap where did I put it?" I look around my room for Thomas's present, as soon as I find the present I hear a loud crash from downstairs "THOMAS!!! I scream, I drop the present and run to him, a zombie has smashed thorough the window and is about to rip of Thomas's head, Thomas turns to me and cries " help me Kate, plea..." his voice is cut short as his head flys across the room, I look at the clock a it ticks. it's 9:01, I grab his metal baseball bat and run