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NAME: Dixie Baddingfield

AGE: 25

WEAPON(s): Baseball Bat

BACKGROUND: Before the world went to hell, one could say Dixie’s life wasn’t exactly perfect. By the time she entered high school her home life had reached terminal velocity. Her father, a raging alcoholic, and her mother a condescending neurotic didn’t seem to like spending much time with each other anymore. Not a surprise that in the middle of her freshman year her parents headed for divorce. Frankly, Dixie is thankful that it happened when she was in high school and not when she was in her formative years in elementary school where it would’ve done more significant damage. She didn’t blame her parents for not being able to stand each other anymore. That was life. She was a pretty pragmatic teenager, or so she was told.

It did start a streak of apathy and cynical nihilism, though.

Whispers of it being ‘just a phase’ were consistent, though it never did go away over time. Even in college Dixie’s no nonsense, nonchalant bluntness was present with her devil-may-care attitude. She was somehow less popular than she was in high school. C’est la vie. It was around that time that her mother moved halfway across the United States, specifically Denver. She hasn’t seen her since. Ironically, her father wouldn’t be able to lament about his ex-wife much longer on account of the liver failure that took his life three days after Dixie graduated from Virginia Tech. She arrived back home just in time to bury him. Probably for the best that he didn’t get to witness the zombie apocalypse that came to be years later.

For as long as the apocalypse has been, Dixie has survived. Mostly on her own. That is subject to change.

NAME: Falicia "Flea" Knight

AGE: 26

WEAPON(s): Karate, Bike Helmet,

BACKGROUND: Professional bike racer in the woman's MotoGP second league, "Flea" had only been in the country 3 days before the infection started. At the time she was retiring in room 101 in a local hotel-skyscraper preparing to entertain the fans, and making cell phone calls with her coach. When the news scrolling through on the flat screen hotel tv started playing troubling reports of riots and some kind of strange disease Flea was in perfect position to watch the carnage unfold through her room's glass windows.

Smoke began to rise up from the north of the city as well as cars crashing and people screaming... then the screams started to happen INSIDE the hotel. Being totally weirded out she emptied the hotels mini-fridge into her backpack, Now her backpack contained mini-alcholol and candy bars, she realized she needed her medals, two gold and a silver, she couldn't leave them! She snatched and put them around her neck. Knowing she couldnt ride her bike without her leathers, she donned them too, though they were tight she was an athlete and had to be fit.



When she ventured out into the hotel hall a group of other people were there discussing worriedly what to do. Flea went straight for the elevator and down to the basement where her bike was. When she got there the full scene hit her, there was a smell of burning rubber in the air and dozens of police sirens in the distance. She went to her bike which was locked up under a tarp on a trailer, she was loosening the straps which held it down, when she heard a wet grown coming from somewhere to the right. She had no time to think she lept up and swung a huge arcing side-kick at the person near her, knocking them down. What she saw was a person completely shriven by infection groping towards her on the ground growling like a beast. With enough kicks to the head, it went down.

NAME: Issac bin Kamaal

AGE: 23

WEAPON(s): Crowbar, Steak knife

BACKGROUND: The son of Malaysian immigrants, Issac was always the child his parents did not expect. While they wanted their son to be well of and have a good job like a lawyer or doctor. Issac had other plans, for his interests did not in knowing laws or fixing people. But something he is good at cooking. A talent he discovered in his teens and developed a passion for. His parents were mixed about at first but slowly came around. However, it took some convincing on his part for years before they saw his talent.

Things were looking good for Issac, and he managed to get into Drexel University in Pennsylvania. Doing well and earning some on-site experience and by the time he graduated. He was able to get a cooking job at a major restaurant. But before he would start there, Issac went on a much-needed vacation while visiting a friend in Virginia Beach and was relaxing when zombies appeared and caused the end of the world.

Up up to a month ago, Issac survived with his friend until said friend got bitten while they were trapped by a horde. Knowing he would turn into a zombie, Issac's friend elected to stay behind and cause a distraction that while it would get him killed. He was already dead, and it would mean that Issac could escape. So after a final goodbye, the two partnered ways, and he tried not to hear his friend's final screams of pain as the zombies got to him.

Now, on his own. Issac just tries to survive and is hoping to find a safe place to live in and maybe find someone that is not dead or hostile.