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Ash lowered the vest. She mentally prepared to dodge, even though she was pretty sure that the bullet would hit her before the sound reached her ears. Her grey hair, her slightly bloodshot eyes, and her slightly pale skin would have told the soldier everything, unless she was beginning to see things. "I'm Ash. And you're bitten," groaned Ash. Apparently, the woman spent her last bullet trying to shoot her. And unless she fancied death by a crowbar, she would probably have to give her a bullet of her own. If the soldier didn't question Ash's appearance, she herself was going to bring it up. "Do you want... bandages? Painkillers? There's still some around here," asked Ash, a little tentatively.

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Ash grabbed a pistol in her claws. It was more for threatening the living at this stage, and maybe a few potshots at the other intelligent dead. The army seemed a bit more proactive in her sector today. If they broke down the door, she'd return fire. A grenade explosion rocked the building slightly, and Ash frowned. They were messing up her building. With a tired sigh, she plucked off the boards on her door with her bare claws. (Claws can work like a hammer in a pinch.) She plucked off a kevlar vest from the bed (courtesy of a few of the undead soldiers) and moved out. She used the vest as a shield against her head, holding her pistol in the direction of the little gunshots of a pistol. It must have been an individual soldier, or a survivor, or the rest were sticking to melee weapons. Sticking behind the reanimated corpse of a young woman wearing a female business suit, she slowly edged her way to the source of the gunshot noises. A young woman, looking like a soldier with the mishmash of body armour she wore, sat in a corner. Her right hand grasped tightly onto what looked like a wound on her other arm, while her left hand held a pistol. A few zombies fell as she fired at them. Ash counted the shots. When the second-to-last bullet fired, there was just the zombie left that she took cover behind. Well, Ash was a zombie, but a nice one. "Save your bullet." Grabbing the zombie woman, Ash tripped her to the floor and smashed her head in. Holding the kevlar vest to her head, Ash peeked behind it to see the soldier she had temporarily rescued. A black-haired, caucasian woman. Too young to die, but here she was, infected. Ash was infected once, but she got lucky. "Don't shoot," stated Ash.

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Three years ago Ash twiddled her short brown hair and stared at the computer. She had gotten into the dreaded cycle of refreshing. A few of her favourite tumblrs, Twitter, Reddit and the forums she frequented were all the tabs she had open. Yet none of them were updating. Well, some were, but there was this hashtag trending on Twitter. "Hashtag outbreak. Well, let's see what's going on." Ash clicked on the link provided by the user. It led to YouTube. "Ugh, another viral marketing video?" The cursor hovered over the close button of the tab as the video played. From the poor aspect ratio, it was definitely recorded on a smartphone's camera. To make things worse, the recording was shaky. She rolled her eyes a bit, but the next image drew her gaze. A man was on the floor, crawling away. He looked up at some woman, and screamed and begged. "Don't eat me!" The woman fell onto him anyway, and she sunk her teeth into the man's face. Ash just stared, slack-jawed. The grainy footage was hard to see through, but Ash guessed that it might have been poor special effects. The door knocked, and she sighed. Her father had come back from work, most likely. "Coming! Stop knocking so much, dad!" she yelled. Picking up a white shirt, she slid it onto herself (her father disapproved of her walking around the house topless, but she was so flat a bra wasn't necessary) and walked to the door. "Look, stop knocking, I'm..." As she pulled the door open, what standing there wasn't her father. It was a man. Ash would have said that it 'is' a man, but men didn't have their guts hanging out in front of them and still be standing upright. His glazed-over eyes flickered to look at Ash, and the thing roared. Turning around, she tried to run, but the dead man's hand was faster. He grabbed onto her shirt, and tried to grab onto her. She heard a loud rip of the shirt she wore, but the momentum from his jerky grab was good enough. "Nonono— NO!" Ash screamed. The zombie, now with a proper grab onto her, sunk his bloody teeth into her. She screamed, and the pain brought upon her by his second ironclad bite sent everything to darkness. Minutes later, the corpse of the tomboy on the floor shook violently. With a quiet groan, Ash sat up, and slowly got to her feet. Her torn shirt slid off her body, reducing her modesty to naught, but she didn't care. Her mind, previously filled with the ambitions and dreams of an 18 year old girl, were now filled with instinctual hunger. Stumbling out of the room, her dazed zombie instincts looked up into the sky to the sound of a helicopter. Just like the mindless horde of the walking dead, she followed. ----- Modern Days "No, c'mon, don't mess this up..." Her claws held the USB cable nervously, as she gently eased it into back of the computer. A few damaged cables were scattered beside her. When Ash heard the click, she grinned. Hopefully, the internet was still working. The power was. And if there was one thing that Ash remembered recently, there were such things called computers. As she eased up the battered office chair to the computer, she heard the sound of a vehicle. The army was here. They would usually scavenge for supplies. Food, spare parts, gasoline, and the like. That was their way of living their life. This was her unlife. Ash looked out at the room she made. A bed (she didn't need to rest, but it felt unnatural for her room to be missing one), a mini-fridge (filled with choice cuts from the local supermarket, and a few from unlucky passers-by. The meat had already went bad by human definitions, but she kept it around. Eating helped stave off the worst effects of being a zombie.), and a computer that was already in this room. A first aid kit, stuffed to the brim with bandages (her choice of clothing today), sat beside the computer. The windows were boarded, and the door was barred. Someone else was here earlier, but she shot herself. Ash just took over. With a grin that showed bits of meat stuck between her teeth, she clicked on Reddit. There were certainly less users, but it was still active nonetheless. Even if humanity would still shoot to kill her at first sight, she still wanted company of some sort.

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Name: Ash (last name unknown) Age: 18 (undead for 3 years since the infection) Appearance: Ash is 1.78 metres tall.

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Backstory: A student who recently graduated high school and was considering her college applications, she ignored the rumours floating about on the internet about a new rabies virus. Ignorance was no cure, however, for the infection, and Ash was one of the many names that died or turned into the undead on the first day. The virus mutated inside her, eventually turning her hands and feet into claws. One day, she eventually realised that she was topless (her shirt was either torn off or slowly decayed to the ravages of time) and used a spare roll of bandages to cover herself up. Her mind slowly returned, and from outright hostility and hunger for the living, it become curiosity. She would watch, safely hidden, as soldiers and other survivors raided former living areas for food and supplies. 3 years later, Ash knows how to speak, read and write English, even if she finds hardly anyone intelligent to talk to.

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