Name: Charlie McNeil
Age: 19
Appearance: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CGVPGJ2VAAAP6t-.jpg
Bio: Charlie grew up in Portland, Oregon with his mothers sister, his Aunt Isabelle. His parents died before he was able to know either of them, his mother being taken in labor, and his father taking his own life months later. Isabelle took custody of him, and he grew up happily, if not quietly alongside her. He internalizes a lot of his feelings, a trait that he is acutely aware of. He graduated from high school, ironically, one year--to the day-- prior to the outbreak. He decided not to jump right into college, instead opting to take a year off to pursue photography, using a lot of his graduation money to purchase an incredibly expensive DSLR camera, which he still keeps with him, in his bag.

Defining Characteristics: Dark rings under his eyes due to lack of sleep. (He hasnt been able to sleep very well since the outbreak started.)

Happy Birthday! The Universe got you zombies!

Avery's wonderful day had started with her going to pick up her beloved sax from her preffered repair shop, when the entire lower half of the mall was filled with screaming. Her frist thought was a robbery, but no that would have been a treat. NO, she grabs her sax to make a quick escape, only to see damn zombies-zombies!- spreading that damn virus.

Terrified would have been an understatement.

"Shit, shit shit!" Thoughts reeling, she stared in horror as the dead were quickly out numbering the living. Shelter, she needed to find shelter. But where in a damn mall was shelter!? Where-

Sporting goods store. Never in her life would she ever be so thankful for the right to bear arms. Lots of arms. The moaning was getting louder as she ducked into store, hoping she could find something very big and very powerful and shot lots of bullets.