name: Tess Brown (jessica biel)
Age: 20
Weapons: Anything around
Tess had about had enough of this situation. First, the zombie outbreak a few weeks back which was to blame for her father's and sister's death, then, after being nearly bitten by a horde of zombies, she escaped into a storm drain, in which she couldnt get out of. She clung to the metal bars of the storm drain attached to the curb of the highway. Her only hope was a person strong enough to break her free of her prison. She looked through the grate. It would only take a few inches of rain for these drains to flood, and kill her, and it was only a matter of time, based off of the looks of the clouds. It was either be killed by zombies or drown, and she wasnt ready to do either of those.
She wrapped her fingers tightly around the bars of the grate above her head. "Help!" She screamed, her voice weakened by the strain of all the screaming and the lack of food water and sleep. Dirt and blood was smeared across her white tank top, and her jeans were ripped across the knees and thighs, bearing the deep cuts recieved during the struggle to escape. The scratches across her cheeks and bare shoulders were what bothered her the most as they stung more with each new tear that streamed down her face, but she had no choice but to jump from the second story window of her house to escape her sister and fathers living corpses as they dragged themselves towards her. Landing that jump wasnt the most pleasant feeling either. It takes a minute to regain yourself when you knock the wind from your lungs and minutes are precious when running from the dead. Picking the glass from her skin was a very uncomfortable task, and she wasnt sure it was all out yet. She was greatful that she didnt wear her sisters flip flops like she had planned, and instead wore a black pair of ladies timberland boots. They had served her well in kicking the shit out of zombies. Her upper body strength was limited, but her legs were strong, due to the strenuous dance classes her father insisted she took when she was younger. It was his way of keeping her out of trouble when he wasnt around. Where was he now that she was in trouble? He was walking around the streets somewhere, moaning and most likely mauling someone to death alongside Delia, her sister. Tess shivered. She couldnt stand the thought of them wandering around as living dead, but also couldnt stand the thought of killing her own family. That would be terrible.
It started to rain to Tess's horror, and she screamed louder , hoping someone would hear her. Zombies moaned in the distance. "Please!!"