Name: Lindsey Stiller

Age: 14

Height: 5'1

Weight: 110

Appearance: Long blonde hair, green eyes. She has a few scratches on her left shoulder, he pink and white tank top is tattered and dirty. Wearing blue jeans with some of the beads with the design of a flower intact on her left thigh. White sneakers. She her face is sunken, showing her cheek bones.

History: She was like any ordinary middle class teenage girl. Had a lot of friends in school, happy family with her baby brother, mom and dad. Until Judgment day occurred, her neighborhood got infected immediately, and it seemed like in a single instant her family and friends who she loved were after her flesh and blood. Deciding to fight or flight, she fought. Killing her father first, then her mother, and finally her 3 year old brother. After doing that, she cried to the point that her voice vanished, and she wanders the street of her favorite area in the districts. She managed to live on her own for a few years, but as supplies has become scarce, her strength and will slowly sapped to her current state.

Personality: As of now she's extremely shy and quiet. If she decides to speak to you it's a mere whisper, she's a scavenger, always looking for scraps and manages to avoid the areas with the most zombies in the district where she resides.

Weapon: A belt of knives, and her father's prized baseball bat. (She hardly uses the bat)

Name: Marcus 

Age: 25

Height: 5'9

Weight: 185

Appearance: Long dreads put wrapped up at the end into a pony tail, light brown skin with hazel eyes, a scar on his right cheek that ends at his hair line near his left ear. He wears a plain white tee shirt, black jeans with black tennis shoes. Carries a brown satchel, and a holster for his pick and machete. 

History: What's the point. You won't live long enough to remember it.

Personality: Not quick to trust anyone or to get super close to them. In this day and age, people come and go. One minute you're eating beans out of a can with them, the next minute they want to eat you, ending up lodging screwdriver into their eye socket. If he does trust you, you have a friend for life, and a very reliable person in knowing where to get some grub or fresh water.

Weapon: Pick and Machete