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Corey mindlessly drove down the road for hours. She never saw single person, mostly just abandoned cars and belongings. Every once in a while she would try the radio, but all she got was static. "What the hell is going on?" She mumbled to herself and smacked the radio, just hoping something would happen.

As she drove, she passed countless cars, bikes and even a few semis. It was eerie, how quick everyone in the state seemed to just disappear. She only passed a few stray dogs and deer, but that was normal before everything went to shit. She would occasionally stop in the woods on a dirt road far from any civilization and take a break and let the dogs out for a minute. They couldn't stand to sit around for more than three hours. They're huge dogs with a very short attention span.

After a full ten hours of driving, Corey finally came across a hitchhiker. She was surprised, but hopeful. She hadn't talked to an actual person in over a week. She started slowing down when she came close. Suddenly, the person turned around, causing her to come to an abrupt stop not ten feet away from them. It was a man. She had never seen anything more horrid in her life, aside from when her brothers' leg snapped when they were hiking. Evil eye look in his eye, blood on his shirt and hair, with a savage face. She stared at the thing for what seemed like forever, and it just stared back, smiling like they belonged in an insane asylum. Actually, she knew this man belonged in an insane asylum. The blood on his shirt kind of gave it away.

Then, the demon lunged forward and was on her car and banging on the window, trying to get in before she could even blink. She screamed and put the car in reverse and pulled away. The demon held on and punched the window, shattering it and reaching to grab her. She grabbed her small pocket knife from the ashtray and sunk it into it's hand that was holding onto the car. It still clung on and reached out for her. She twisted it and pulled it out, causing the demon finally go and roll onto the road. She quickly shifted into forward and pulled away. From the corner of her eye she saw at least four more demons running out of the woods. It was an ambush.

She felt the car go over something and everything bounced. It must have been a car piece or pothole, she thought and ignored it. Then she felt the car slowing down and sliding. The dogs were barking, she was swerving. It was chaos. Her right tire was blown out. Next thing she knew she was crashed into a tree, dazed and vision blurry. She pushed the airbag out of the way and opened the door, letting the dogs out. Red was on his feet and snarling at the creatures running towards them as Corey began to recover, his war training kicking in.

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Soon enough, Corey knew she had to leave. She couldn't stay in the old house like a sitting duck, vulnerable without anyone to help her. It was when she started running low on what little food she had when she finally accepted the fact that her family wasn't coming back any time soon, if ever. So, she packed up whatever she could, leaving anything without vital use or of value, such as a couple pictures of her family and closest friends, some books and one or two small trinkets. She packed whatever she could in an old, good size duffle bag, her school bag (after she removed the school stuff, of course) and a white cooler, which mostly just held the food. Anything else was left behind, or, if small enough, thrown into the back seat.

Lucky for her, brothers left their car, an old blue jeep, at the house. She was used to driving it, but not without an adult, since she only has her permit. Corey knew it was going against the law, for her to take the car, but she had no other way or transportation. The buses and cars stopped going down even the main roads long ago, there was no hope of her getting a ride. Her 16th birthday is in February, so close enough, right?

Before leaving, she took one look back through the house, the house she grew up in. Most of her best memories took place here. Her saxophone was sitting out on it's stand, like it had recently been played, when really the last time she touched it was before her mom left. She put it together carefully, feeling tears brink at her eyes just from the memories of this golden interment. It was the last thing her dad gave to her before being deported. Without this saxophone, she wouldn't have some of her greatest memories in marching, jazz and concert band. She walked around the corner and placed the saxophone on her parents bed with a note, just in case her mom came back. She continued throughout the house, fixing a few things out of place and stopping once in a while. Her hockey stick was the hardest to leave behind, it was her life line. She knew she couldn't bring it, it would only take up space. So, she left it in the corner of the basement, by the net and pucks. After that, she finally walked up the stairs and out the brown door.

She slipped on her favorite hockey hoodie and snowboarding jacket over it. After loading the dogs up in the car and the last of the food, she pulled out of the driveway and down the old dirt road for what will most likely be the last time. She knew she wasn't going home any time soon, but maybe she would. She could find her brothers and mom, and they could all go home and live out here, far from the city. However, a feeling in the pit of her stomach told her that wasn't going to happen.

It wasn't until she pulled out onto the main road did she see the damage. Smoke was rising from the city in the distance, cars and trucks were over turned and abandoned on the side of the road. What was once a bustling town outside the state capitol of Maine, was now a ghost town. The gas station was abandoned, the shelves stripped clean. She pulled up and started scavenging in the station and around it. She grabbed a couple of gas cans, filling up whatever was left and paying with a credit car she found in a wallet in an abandoned car. She managed to scavenge what little food was left, a granola bar package, a water bottle, 2 cans of pop, plenty of dog food, and a bag of chips. She threw her finds into the white cooler, besides the dog food.

As she drove slowly and cautiously down the road, she couldn't help but wonder where all the everyone had gone. Cars were scattered around the roads, bags and belongings scattered, tattered and broken. Occasionally she would see a children's or dog toy and feel a pain in her heart and reach over, patting on of the dogs for comfort. She could only hope that what or who left the toys and trinkets, were safe and sound. Judging from the damage around her, however, it didn't seem very likely.

After seeing the damaged on the main road, she decided to stick to the back roads. There was less damage there, but every once in a while she would come across an overturned car, bike or even an ATV. Whatever people could get away on. She didn't even know where she was driving, but she just felt like the way she was going was right. She felt some kind of tug in the back of her mind, pulling her towards something, or even someone. All she knew was she was leaving her home of Portland, Maine, for quite possibly the last time, and it was one of the most painful things she has ever done.

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Corey sat on her couch, her two dogs curled up next to her, a Newfoundland dog and germane Shepard. She nervously twiddled with her thumbs and watched the door from where she sat carefully, waiting for her mom and brothers to come through the doors. They had been gone in New York City for three weeks now, and their trip was only supposed to be 8 days.

A few days ago, she had gone into town to see if they were there. She was only a mile away from downtown when she reached a road block. The city was sealed off and she was forced to turn around and head back home, first stocking up on food from the gas station just in case. Once home, she heard on the local news someone downtown gone mad, running around like an animal and attacking whatever was nearby. She'd been hearing similar stories from across the country, and was beginning to get worried.

Corey was lucky, her house was up a long, 3 mile long dirt road in the middle of the forest, 10 miles from the city, so she was secluded from the strange happenings. Her only neighbors, they Walkers, who's house was just a little ways down the road, had abandoned their house the other day. Mr. Walker came to her door and told her they were heading up to Canada and staying with their family to be safe, and that she should do the same She couldn't bring herself to leave, not while her mom and brothers were still missing. So, she stayed at home, the doors locked and shades closed with her dogs and bow at her side. She wouldn't keep the lights or television on past sunset, just a flashlight and laptop and lock herself in her room on the second story. She knew what her dad would say, about her just cowering in the house. He would be disappointed, she knew that, but she didn't eve know what to do. She was never taught how to deal on her own after her remaining family disappeared on a trip to New York.

Without a clue what to do, Corey just sat on the couch, staring out the door, waiting for her family, or at least some kind of sign of what to do.

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Corey sat on her couch, her two dogs curled up next to her, a Newfoundland dog and germane Shepard. She nervously twiddled with her thumbs and watched the door from where she sat carefully, waiting for her mom and brothers to come through the doors. They had been gone in New York City for three weeks now, and their trip was only supposed to be 8 days.

A few days ago, she had gone into town to see if they were there. She was only a mile away from downtown when she reached a road block. The city was sealed off and she was forced to turn around and head back home, first stocking up on food from the gas station just in case. Once home, she heard on the local news someone downtown gone mad, running around like an animal and attacking whatever was nearby. She'd been hearing similar stories from across the country, and was beginning to get worried. Especially because of her eyes, which drastically from a dark brown to blue over night.

Corey was lucky, her house was up a long, 3 mile long dirt road in the middle of the forest, 10 miles from the city, so she was secluded from the strange happenings. Her only neighbors, they Walkers, who's house was just a little ways down the road, had abandoned their house the other day. Mr. Walker came to her door and told her they were heading up to Canada and staying with their family to be safe, and that she should do the same She couldn't bring herself to leave, not while her mom and brothers were still missing. So, she stayed at home, the doors locked and shades closed with her dogs and bow at her side. She wouldn't keep the lights or television on past sunset, just a flashlight and laptop and lock herself in her room on the second story. She knew what her dad would say, about her just cowering in the house. He would be disappointed, she knew that, but she didn't eve know what to do. She was never taught how to deal on her own after her remaining family disappeared on a trip to New York.

Without a clue what to do, Corey just sat on the couch, staring out the door, waiting for her family, or at least some kind of sign of what to do.

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Shhh no you can't I mean what coming mom. And if they can hell yeah!

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Name: Corey Simmons
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Looks: She is not pale but not exactly tan with long, curly brown hair going down to her upper waist. Her hair is layered with side bangs and usually pulled back in a long braid down her back. Her eyes used to be dark brown from the day she was born. About a week ago, she woke up and they were a deep ocean blue. She is tall for her age, standing at 5'11 and still growing. Her arms and legs are long and muscular due to a mix of archery and hockey over the years. Corey never leaves the house without some sort of hat or headband.
Personality: There's two sides of Corey. She can quiet girl at the back of the class the or happy, bubbly girl talking to her friends. Normally, she tends to mind her own business due to the fact that she only has a few friends. Most people tend to stay away from her, she doesn't know why. She just figured that's how teenagers worked. She isn't afraid of standing up for something she believes in. If she doesn't like someone, she let's it show. People used to make fun of her for snapping so easily when they teased her.
History: Corey was born in Portland, Maine. She lived there all her life. Her life was normal, up until about a week ago when her powers appeared. She lived with 2 older brothers, 2 dogs and her mom. Her dad passed away while serving overseas in Afghanistan when his plane was taken down by enemy guns on a rescue mission. She was about 7 when that happened. She recovered after a few years of mourning and depression. She couldn’t fly, play hockey, or even watch her dads favourite tv show without getting reminded of him and almost having a breakdown. When she started the eighth grade, she was finally knocked on her feet and came to peace with the fact that her father was gone. Everyday she still thinks of her dad, but she doesn’t let that stop her from doing things she loves in life like it used too.
She grew up in Maine playing hockey and doing archery. Her dad and two brothers were the ones that introduced her to hockey when she was 4, and she hasn’t stopped. They couldn’t get her off the ice after that. Corey later made it to not only Maines’ best team, but one of the best teams in the nation.
Everything was fine in Corey’s life, she had three great school friends, a great hockey team and a happy family. Then her mom and brothers disappeared, about a week ago. They were on a trip to New York city, and then she heard what has been spreading, along with the rest of the city. People started packing up, moving up north to canada. Only about half the residents remain in Portland, Corey being one of them, just waiting and figuring out what her next move should be, with only the company of her two dogs.
Power/Weapons:
She's has the power to control water and fire.
Her main weapon is a bow and/or knife, depending on the situation.
Power/Weapon Description:
1. Her choice weapon is a bow, but when she doesn't have it she has some sort of knife in her pocket. She uses a compound bow and has a quiver that will hold up to 15 arrows. She knows how to craft her own arrows, with the right materials (although it doesn’t take much).
2. Her favorite knife is a old hunting knife with a carved bone handle and silver blade. In the handle there's a blue howling wolf carved into the side of it.
3. She can bend all forms of water and fire, solid liquid or gas.
Power Limitations: It takes some sort of water around her to be able to bend it, it can’t just come out of nowhere, usually from a cloud or plants or just a nearby river, sometimes even if it’s humid in the air. Fire comes from the heart, unlike water. She can also get very tired out if she tries a move that takes a lot of energy.
Location: Portland, Maine