"Don't get too close, asshole. I wouldn't mind punching your teeth out."
At first, Lucy appears to be the type of girl who wouldn’t think twice about knocking your teeth in if you get too close. She is high-wired, easily frightened, and extremely paranoid. She is known to stick to the shadows, always trying to keep from getting into any major fights, and is constantly fleeing. Lucy finds herself in constant fear of the virus, the infected and even living people, and she finds it very hard to trust even the friendliest of people. She wasn't always like that, though. Before the infection Lucy was known around her group of friends as "The Daredevil", and was constantly joking around. Very protective of the people she was close to, Lucy couldn't stand anyone around her being sad or upset, which meant she was also a very keen listener when it comes to other's problems. She was always happy and cheery despite the situation around the people she cared about, and her friendly personality made her well liked and she had a large ring of friends to keep entertained. Until they all died, of course. To someone she trusts now a days that old personality may appear from time to time, and when it does her paranoid eyes become much softer and she wouldn't mind listening to the complaints of said trusted one.
Lucy enjoys the little, beautiful things in life, and tries her hardest to convince herself to live so she can experienced said moments. Not because she holds a cure (in fact she is kind of oblivious to that fact) but because she wishes to try and beat this apocalypse. Her stubbornness and willingness to try and pass any obstacle that comes in her way is both a blessing and a curse. In terms of other feelings besides paranoia and silence, Lucy doesn't have much to offer. She rarely smiles anymore, and her views on romance are mixed with her fearful view of man and woman alike. She barely has any other interests besides surviving and reaching Dellwood, but before the whole outbreak she was a bit more busy. Lucy worked at a music shop and acted as a tutor for those who wished to play the guitar. Of course, now she doesn't have the time to play her music, but sometimes a strong desire comes about and she actually hums a little tune.
Weapons and Inventory:
(Despite the photo) Lucy doesn't carry much; she much rather hide then fight, but she does carry some forms of protection which include: A golf bag which holds a spike covered baseball bat and unsharpened machete, a knife which is held around her ankle, a gas mask (to hide identity, also used as a security blanket of sorts), and a satchel which holds food, duct tape, bandages, and anything else that can prove useful.
Dependent on speed, Lucy is practically a quick moving shadow. Because of this speed she has an inability to correctly aim a firearm because of her shakiness, and she is also much weaker when it comes to upper body work. Instead, she relies on melee weapons such as bats and knives that can break skin easily when faced with danger. In a dangerous situation, she has the blessing of a quick thinking, cautious mind, and she always tries to stay on the safe side when in the streets. Other then zombie fighting skills, Lucy is also quite a talented listener and doesn't mod listening to other drone on about their problems and lives. Her stubbornness and constant wish to move forward could also be considered a blessing (and a curse). Knows basic first-aid (but constantly panics if she has to use this skill). Before the outbreak she was also quite talented with a guitar, and played constantly before she left it behind when fleeing from the dead.
The Giligan household was a family for actors, actresses, comedians, and musicians. A family of people who belonged on stage, and Lucy Giligan loved that about her family. In a sleepy Wisconsin town sat a small house filled with instruments and laughter. Lucy was the oldest out of the two other children born from Mary and John Giligan, and her calling was music. At the age of eight she was known in her little neighborhood for her beautiful strumming and lovely humming. From elementary to high school she was well liked for her sweet and goofy nature, and lived the average life of an american student, and even entered a prestigious music school for college. However, she flunked out of college for reasons unknown to her friends and family, and ended up working at a musical shop Milwaukee, which was a two hour drive from her parent's house. Her parents were furious about her leaving school, and became a bit more demanding, but Lucy had moved out by then, and lived in a rather crappy apartment with her boyfriend, Kyle, to stay close to work and away from her folks. Despite her nearly severing most of her family connections by then, Lucy was still surprisingly close to her younger brother Tomas, and was constantly visiting him.
In fact, around the time of the emergency broadcast she had just left his dorm and was on her way home with Kyle. At that time, with the car windows down and radio blaring a zombie apocalypse seemed like the ridiculous thing that could happen, until the announcement interrupted their music. At first they both imagined it to be a stupid joke or prank, but when even the phones in their pockets and billboards over head buzzed with the same message things became a bit scary. About a block or two from their apartment they were greeted with what seemed like piles of dead bodies and debris. And as they exited the car one of the bodies from one of those many piles reached forward and took a large chunk from Kyle's ankle. Another did nearly the same amount of damage to Lucy's calf, but didn't bite hard enough to rip apart the flesh. The two ran/limped the rest of the way home. They locked themselves indoor after that, and patched up their wounds but it was already too late for Kyle. While he did look okay after he was wrapped, Lucy felt an uneasiness coming from him. And as they boarded up the windows and doors Lucy watched as the healthy-looking boy she loved dearly began to look sicker and sicker, and by the time they finally fell asleep he smelled of rotten flesh.
Day two, Lucy awoke to an array of horrible-sounding coughs. Kyle was no longer on the bed, instead, he was curled up on the floor in a pool of horrible smelling liquid. He groaned in pain. Lucy was forced to clean him up and left him in bed with as many ice packs and pain-killers possible while she tried to gain more information on what was happening outside. TV was down, radio was static. Phone lines were down, but electricity was still good and her cellphone was working well enough to make a call, but she received no answers from her friends or family. With nothing else to do, she exercised, checked previsions, and cared for Kyle. Day three, Lucy could no long care for her beloved. The once caring, kind young man was constantly scratching at his skin and at her, his hair littered the bed and the smell was unbearable. Lucy, by then, had used the few maps and books and power on her cellular to find out where Dellwood was. Florida. That was a long, long ways away. Kyle would not be able to make the journey in his condition. Day four.
Lucy awoke to hands around her neck.
Kyle leaned over her, mouth foaming, bald, nails digging into her skin. She cried for help, pushing and pulling at his grip until the dead Kyle fell away, giving her some time to recover and flee out of the room, towards the kitchen. Kyle followed after quickly, almost too quickly. Was this what that announcement was about? Was this the disease? Lucy stumbled into the kitchen, threw down a baseball bag, Kyle's bad. He loved the sport. She shifted through the fabric until her hands wrapped around a wooden cylinder. A well-worn baseball bat. Soon, Kyle managed to break down the wooden that he had been locked behind and Lucy held the bat forward as a means to defend herself.
"Kyle, please! It's me, Lucy! Come on!" she sobbed. Instead of replying to her voice, he launched forward, teeth bared, and Lucy screamed and swung. And she swung again. And again. Blood splattered the walls and the bat and her face and arms and hands and shirt and legs. The body of Kyle slumped down onto the tiled floor and Lucy stood over him, shaking, horrified. Her mind was dull, body unresponsive, and soon she sunk to her knees and simply stared ahead with dull eyes. After about an hour of sitting and breathing and cry she got up and wandered around the apartment, collecting items she could use on a journey. She couldn't stay here, Dellwood was her best bet for some sort of comfort from these feelings. And... perhaps Thomas was heading there as well.