[center][img]https://36.media.tumblr.com/cc493fdeb31eac026a22d29929d2eeb8/tumblr_nrab0hIMQX1ttrmk2o1_500.jpg[/img][/center]
[list][*][b]Name?[/b]
[indent]There was a pause, during which she looked up at M through her mascara-clumped lashes, before she inhaled deeply. He could catch a slight rolling of her eyes before she spoke. "Marla Miller."[/indent]
[*][b]Gender:[/b] 
[indent]"Female."[/indent]
[*][b]Age:[/b] 
[indent]"23."[/indent]
[*][b]Nationality:[/b] 
[indent]She scoffed a little under her breath. "English - if you can't tell by my accent."[/indent]
[*][b]Appearance:[/b]
[indent]"Er... I'm 5'5", yeah? I'm pretty slim, even before the lack of food - unfortunately that means no boobs. I've got an alright ass, though." She smirked at her own cheekiness. "Eyes are hazel-green, hair is almost bleach blonde, with this blue streak in it." Flicking the strands with her black painted fingernail, she continued. "I've got some tattoos... And a small birthmark in the shape of Alaska on my inner left thigh."[/indent]
[*][b]Surviving Family:[/b] 
[indent]Remaining quiet, she simply let her gaze drift away before pointedly shrugging once.[/indent]
[*][b]Former Occupation:[/b] 
[indent]"I did lighting design and tech for local venues."[/indent]
[*][b]Backstory:[/b]
[indent]Pursing her lips, Marla shifted in the chair. "Umm," she breathed out, idly watching her thumbs trace circles around each other, "I was staying at my parents' for the week, and saw my mother go first. Apparently, one of her patients at the clinic accidentally sneezed in her face, and she'd been complaining about her eyes stinging... Then a few days later, she went bat shit on my step-dad... He was holding her off, shouting at me to take my sister into the room and stay there. Obviously I wasn't going to question it, so I grabbed...I grabbed Abigail's hand - Abby's my sister - and dragged her into my room, locking the door behind me..." 

Marla took a moment to breathe, then continued. "Her eyes were so fucking big... And she kept- she kept asking me what was happening. I mean, I didn't know fuck either so I just told her that mum was on her period and not to mind it, and I grabbed my blue headphones from the desk and fit them over her ears so that the music would drown out the screaming..."

"But, you know, she was fourteen and not a complete idiot, so... Anyway, she kept the headphones on and kept quiet. I think she felt badly that I had to listen..."

Marla faded into silence, and didn't resume the story until prodded by the doctor.

"After James was..." She cleared her throat softly. "After my dad was done, mum tried busting down the door. That actually scared me pretty badly, and I practically jumped into Abby's arms - she had taken off the headphones by this point and just pulled me onto the bed with her." Her slender, fair hand reached up to scratch the back of her neck. "It was probably more than an hour before I guess my mum gave up... It got quiet, at least. And then, we waited."

"Abby looked all of it up online and that's how we educated ourselves: about the virus, about its destruction. I crept out of the bedroom and made sure we were alone before barricading the entrance. And, er... After cleaning up what I could of my father, I let Abby join me in the rest of the place, and we survived on the canned shit they had. It must've been nearly three weeks that we stayed there... But the food wasn't going to last forever."

"When I told Abigail that I would be going out to get us more, she basically threw a fit until I agreed to let her come with me. And me being a complete pussy when it comes to her... Heh. Well I fucking caved. And then she told me... More like, ordered me, not to let her become one of them." There was a pause, and a flicker of a smile across her face. "Like some goddamn teen movie." Suddenly she leaned forward on the table and hid her face behind her hands, running them down until they rested underneath her chin. "So we promised each other, that night, under that stupid kitchen lamp mum loved, that we wouldn't let each other turn."

Another longer pause, followed by a click of her tongue.

"Yeah, well... A few days after we grew enough balls to go out and find more supplies. We were alright for about another week, holing up in empty cars with our loot. And then we ran into an ambush at some drugstore. We got away, and I thought we were fine, but... She had a deep scratch on her right shoulder. I cleaned it out  best I could..." Her eyes began to lose focus, and her voice had dropped in volume. "...It was her that told me to leave it... And she gave me... She gave me a long hug... And then, the gun..."

"I did what I promised." Marla returned to herself, and finally turned her apathetic gaze back onto him.

"And then your men found me before I could pull the trigger on myself."[/indent]
[/list]