No Known Aliases
Misty stands 5’8” tall in her bare feet, just a shade above average for a woman. In her boots she seems about an inch taller. Misty is the very picture of physical health: there’s not much spare fat on her, and what little there is resides on her round hips and modest bosom. She’s flat and lean through a majority of her body, well muscled, a form shaped by a lifetime of actual physical labor. Her hair is dishwater blonde, shoulder length, and usually worn in a fishtail braid down her back. Misty’s face is oval, with a somewhat larger nose and lips that are shapely but a bit thin. She has what have been called ‘doe-eyes’ all her life; deep, dark brown, but very expressive.
Most often Misty is seen in faded jeans and a pair of worn, brown cowboy boots. She layers a white wife-beater tank top beneath a sage green button-up, short sleeved shirt. The woman also wears a straw cowboy hat with a rolled brim to keep the sun out of her eyes. In colder climes she adds an olive green cable-knit sweater, and if necessary a robin’s egg blue, fur-lined parka.
Approximately 130 lbs (though the last time she weighed herself was pre-infection.)
Misty is not what one would consider ‘book smart’. She doesn’t really understand why you’d do anything “for science”. She’s got her GED so she knows basic math, biology and English at least, but a rocket scientist she is not. What Misty does have is excellent people-savvy. She’s intuitive, good at hearing what people mean
and not just what they’re saying. It also makes her pretty good at figuring out what others want to hear. Though Misty can be very kind, warm, and generous, the darker side of her psyche is that the woman finds herself more than capable of using these traits to lead people by the nose. Most would assume she isn’t smart enough to manipulate anyone. That would be a dangerous assumption. For those Misty trusts and considers a friend, a loyal ally has been gained. She has a very good sense of humor, often cracking jokes to raise morale, and an overwhelming need to feed
all these starved post-apocalypse people.
Misty is also devoutly Christian. She’s a Baptist to be exact and had gone to church every Sunday all her life until the end of days came. Her relationship with the Lord is very strong, and He is the one she truly credits with her survival.
Before the Infection:
Misty Jane Raines was the third daughter of Emmalyn and Carl Raines. Think Misty Raines is a terrible name? Her older two sisters got Fancy and Candy. Misty was born in Paint Rock, Alabama, a tiny town in the northeast corner of the state. Her parents owned a small farm. Though their main crop was the pigs, they also owned horses, cows, chickens, goats, and one very ornery llama. Misty started out in farm chores feeding chickens at the age of seven. The older and bigger she got, the more work she was expected to do. Mucking stalls, washing animals, helping bring in vegetables from their little field, mending fences, conducting repairs to the barn… you name it, and Misty helped her sisters do it. Since there were no boys in their family, the women and their father just had to make due.
Carl also worked a factory job during the week, he had to. The small farm didn’t produce enough pork to really turn a big profit, and with a five person household to support Carl needed the extra income. While Misty’s sisters both finished high school there was no money for college and they didn’t have the grades to get scholarships. Fancy managed to marry a doctor from Nashville and changed her name to Farrah. Candy got a job as a stripper at the built-up trailer Paint Rock claimed as its night club. When Misty turned 17, Carl lost his factory job. Misty dropped out of school, obtained her GED, and went full-time farmhand.
Though profits inched up, the Raines were looking at not being able to keep the farm through the year. That was when Carl made the fateful decision to hire Randy. Randy was 21 and looking for a place to live. Carl rented him Fancy’s room in exchange for his help on the farm. Between Randy, Misty and Carl the profits didn’t just inch. Within six months they were making enough that the farm was no longer in danger of being repo’d by the bank. Misty learned to make soap and cheese from the goats’ milk. Emmalyn made apple and blueberry pies that the Piggly-Wiggly started buying in addition to their pork. Life was good.
Good, that was, until Misty and Randy started having those little afternoon trysts. He was, after all, older and pretty good-looking. And she was, after all, younger and pretty good-looking. All would have been well except that Misty found herself in a delicate condition. Horrified that she’d made such a mistake she kept it from everyone, including Randy. Though her faith told her that she shouldn’t end the child’s life, her mind told her that she couldn’t keep it. She thought of how angry her parents would be and how hard-pressed she would be to care for the baby. Desperate, Misty spent a week at Fancy -er, Farrah’s- house in Nashville. When she came back, the problem was solved. For the six weeks Fancy kept her mouth shut. Then she told their mother.
The fallout was huge. Though Misty was allowed to remain in the house Randy was summarily fired and sent packing. His anger was understandable: Misty had killed his unborn child and lost him both house and job. What wasn’t so understandable was the way he waited in the woods each day until he finally caught Misty home alone. It took him three solid kicks to break in the front door. That was all the time Misty needed to grab her father’s shotgun and be waiting on the other side of the locked entry. When it finally came bouncing open she didn’t hesitate. She’d shot the invader almost point-blank in the chest before she realized it was Randy.
He’d had a pistol with him, and there was no telling what he’d planned to do to Misty. There’s a thing called the stand your ground law in Alabama, and police found that the young woman had been well within her rights to do what she did. It didn’t change the enormous scar that wound up on her heart.
From that day on, Misty stayed faithfully on her family’s farm. She worked hard with the new farmhand, a married 32 year-old her father hired part time. The farm survived, the family survived, and Misty survived. She didn’t date, she didn’t go out with her friends. It was a chaste, quiet life for her. But it paid off.
After the Infection:
It took a long time for the first infected to reach Paint Rock. Sitting in a hollow (or, as they are called in the South, a holler) between two mountain ridges, it wasn’t within easy walking distance of any city or town of note. The Birmingham horde went north up 65 way on the other side of Huntsville, and met the Nashville horde just north of the AL/TN border. The electricity, radio and television had been out for months before Misty met Zack for the first time.
The Raines farm had been prepared for the worst. They’d heard about what was happening before the lights went out forever. There was a windmill on the farm, and though it had fallen into disrepair once the power lines came, Misty and her father were able to restore it to full operation. It made sure they had fresh water, and while they contemplated converting it to a wind-power turbine the girl and her father realized they lacked the technical skill for such an endeavor. For years before the infection they’d stored home-grown and home-canned goods, they had plenty of livestock, and a range of guns and ammo, both for hunting and home defense. So life in Paint Rock continued almost as normal, except by candle and firelight. The town’s occupants came together for mutual assured survival. The Raines weren’t the only farmers in Paint Rock, of course, and those who didn’t farm were happily employed by the ones who did. They stayed pretty well-fed and well-supplied for the first year.
Word went quickly through the town when the first deader showed up. He was, of course, quickly put down, but others followed. The first one Misty saw close up was the female, close to her own age, she found at the fence of the pig pen one morning. The Z was looking at the pigs, just standing there, as if waiting for something. She heard Misty coming and lunged for her. Even in cowboy boots Misty is a fast runner, and this particular Z was a proper dead one and not just infected, thus only shambled along at a moderate pace. It was steps from the front porch when Misty came out with the shotgun. It was an easy headshot for Misty, though it put her very much in mind of the last time she’d killed something on that particular acre of land. The gun’s retort drew two infected out of the nearby woods, and Misty was left amazed at how much quicker they were than the first one. She met them at the corner of the barn and took out the first one with a shotgun blast to the face. There was no shell for the second, so Misty tossed aside the gun and grabbed a shovel that was leaning against the building. She swung it so hard that the zombie’s face caved in a bit and it went spinning. In a bit of a panic, Misty bludgeoned the thing until its skull was pink mush.
A few Zack, the citizens of Paint Rock could handle. But when the first band of criminals came through the town they realized that the threat of other people was beyond them. There weren’t enough people in Paint Rock to repel a large attack, either from the infected or from whatever army might come. (Because by then it had long been clear that the U.S. Army wasn’t going to ever show.) The Paint Rock community had heard word of the gathering of Southerners now called the Confederacy, and they decided to form a convoy to northern Georgia, only a few days’ journey east.
This was where Misty struck out on her own. She’d been a farm girl all her life, and now that the world had ended she wanted to seek fortune and adventure elsewhere. While the citizens of Paint Rock fortified their campers, horse trailers, trucks and ATV’s, preparing for the journey, Misty started repairing the old horse-drawn farm cart that had lurked in a clump of tall grass behind the barn all her life. Their working one-person cart wasn’t going to be big enough. The horses’ harnesses had to be modified a little for the bigger prongs of the old cart, but Misty was ready to depart when the rest of Paint Rock was.
Though her friends and family said it was suicide, when Paint Rock went east to Georgia and the Confederacy, Misty went west into the unknown. She had her share of close calls with Condemned and Zack alike, but Misty managed admirably. In the beginning it was just Misty and her two horses, Samson and Delilah. They are big, light sorrel horses, half Suffolk Punch and half Quarter Horse. Good both for pulling the cart and riding. On her journeys Misty found and adopted a dachshund mix (probably with a rat terrier, judging by the coat and markings of the little dog) that now helps to keep a lookout from the seat of the cart beside her.
Eventually, Misty found her way to Topeka, Kansas. Her deep religious roots helped her to easily fit in amongst the members of the Church. Though most of the Church’s members seem to be good and Godly people, some of them believe a little too intensely for Misty’s comfort. Since Misty has no desire to stay within the settlement for long, however safe it may be, she was given the job of finding lost souls. She’s really not thrilled with the title of missionary, so Misty refers to herself as a mailwoman. Except that her packages have no exact destination and no exact recipient. She delivers them along the road to those who seem worthy, and directs them onwards towards Topeka. In grim or urgent circumstances, she has been known to transport wandering recruits back to the Church’s home base.
Stevens 320 Pump Action Shotgun
(A parting gift from her father.)
Hi-Point C-9 9mm
(Purchased from the Church in exchange for a foal from Delilah.)
- Useful for more than just killing! (Salvaged)
- Also useful for more than killing, also salvaged.
Though she isn’t a rocket scientist she’s a regular whiz with small engines (having fixed tractors and mills as long as she can remember) and anything that needs carpentry experience. Fences and fortifications to buildings are well within Misty’s skill set. She is also quite excellent with animals, especially the agricultural varieties, and with a limited set of crops. She can drive a truck, an ATV, a motorcycle, a tractor, a riding lawnmower… pretty much anything that moves on wheels, including horse-drawn carts. She can ride, sew, fish, hunt, clean and skin game, she’s an excellent shot and a great lookout. Misty has some very limited experience with making Moonshine, though she would probably need the guidance of a pro to make a run. She’s also pretty good in a fist fight.
When Misty feels her intelligence has been insulted or her trust betrayed, she can become very hateful and vengeful. She also hates being proved as a moron so if she isn’t completely sure about something, she’s not likely to speak up with her ideas. As previously stated her intelligence is somewhat limited, and anything that’s outside her range of experience could likely be considered a weakness. She has very little combat experience outside of fighting off small groups of Zed.
Horse-drawn cart. (Homemade, looks similar to this
but a bit larger and better made.)
Richey Cove Recreation Area at Coucil Grove Lake, southeast of Topeka.
Theme Song: Ain’t No Grave by Crooked Still
and/or A Country Boy Can Survive by Hank Williams Jr.
None right now. C: