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Appearance: Shaggy auburn hair chopped off to just above the shoulders. (The work of a pair of kitchen shears soon after the fall and the realization that waist length hair is both impractical and unsafe.)
Large muddy brown eyes with a small pert mouth and a nose almost too small completes the rest of her face.

Having been about 20 pounds over weight before the fall, a year later she's apocalypse thin, the result of a completely different and unintentional diet and forced exercise program. The rest of Muriel has always been petite, she stands at a less then statuesque five foot two.

Name: Muriel -Muri- (pronounced Murray) Fraser.

Age: 30

Skills: Before the fall Muri was a Registered nurse with nine years of experience in ENT/ pulmonary and general medical/surgical acute care and geriatric long term care. Her skills vary from pharmaceutical knowledge, basic life saving procedures, knowledge of disease and body systems, basic first aid, IV therapy and if pressed sutures and advanced practice techniques that likely wouldn't be performed by a nurse in pre fall hospitals or nursing facilities.

Weapons: Muri carries a faded yellow 'demo hawg' that she found by luck in the back of an abandoned pickup truck. The construction and sometimes firefighting debris removing tool has a z shaped claw on one end and a heavy duty fork on the other end making it useful for both stabbing like a javelin or swinging for the fences like a baseball bat. It's smaller(36 in long )but durable light weight design is perfect for giving her the reach needed to take out the undead and the strength to make sure they are fully dispactched.

Personality: Muriel experienced an over haul when the fall began. People in survivor situations often ask "Why Me? Why did I survive over so many others" Muri never asks that question. When the time came foe fight or flight there wasn't any other choice but to survive, to fight. The extent of her subconscious decision to live instead of die has given her a tough exterior. One might describe her as ' a tough nut to crack' . Others may say she is a loner. That would be true to form even before the Fall. Muri never was one for simple acquaintances. Polite chatter about the weather or a favorite local sports team never had appealed to her. At work she was a team player but when the other girls went out after work to socialize and let loose the burdens of work , Muri would decline instead returning home to her cat ,Oscar, and a book. Later after she met Peter she began to stay in with him and Oscar, two homebodies content with the quiet life. Life after the Fall requires some degree of socialization, whether its for the safety of your person, or your mind, Muriel has come to understand this as a necessary means of survival and is content to interact with the other inhabitants pleasantly while still maintaining some personal distance.

History: Muriel Fraser is of Scottish decent, her father's father's father had immigrated to America in his twenties and generations of Fraser's had put down roots in the fertile soil. Muriel herself was born in the shadow of the Smoky Mountains and raised there until the death of her mother sent she and her disconcerted father to live in Dodge City on the farm of one of his cousins. Muriel had been a spirited carefree child before the event and after became withdrawn and introverted, sometimes not speaking for days at a time despite the constant noise and pestering of the six rambunctious children of her father's cousin. Muriel eventually settled into a routine at the farm, albeit a quiet one, and life went on as it is apt to do. Days were at first spent helping at the farm. There was always a hand needed in some aspect of the place from the planting season to the daily care of the animals. After graduating high school, Muriel stayed on at the farm as she completed nursing school. As a new graduate she accepted a position working the graveyard shift at the hospital in Billings, eventually finding a small apartment in one of the old buildings downtown that was located over what was currently a coin shop. Her life went on quietly, it was likely that most people had no idea she even lived above the little shop as her imprint on life was kept to the minimum. A day shift position eventually opened at the hospital and because there was little else she was interested in doing, she took a per diem job with a local nursing home as well. This was where she met Peter.

Peter was a mix between a Norse god and Bill Gates. Tall, blond, but with wire rimmed glasses, a nose that took up too much of his face and an anxiety disorder. Peter was a self made introvert, not caused by any sort of trauma he just generally felt disdain for a good deal of the population and preferred to spend his time either alone or with Muri. They lived together for 5 years before the Fall. If they were honest things were not perfect by any stretch of the word, but after the Fall things fell apart completely. Peter was convinced that staying home was the answer. That services would be back on in a matter of days because the lack of faith he had in the human race he'd reserved for the computers of the world who in his mind would certainly fight this battle for them. What are a massive army of undead versus a man with technology at his fingertips. And if not..then so be it, there was no faith of his own in his ability to survive without his favorite computerized companions. Muriel however had seen the damage. Having worked at the hospital she knew first hand what was becoming of people and how fast it was moving. She begged and pleaded for him to come with her, but he stayed firm in his resolve and eventually she had to leave him behind.

Perhaps being out there alone was what made her come to the realization that she was going to make it through.Heading North originally on route 46 she had to abandon her car a few miles out of town after traffic came to a dead halt, bringing with her only a messenger bag with provisions she'd brought from home, a first aid kit and a change of clothes. At first she collected things along the way, a blanket, a crowbar, anything of use she might need for the coming days, but she ended up spending most of her time hiding in and underneath cars to avoid an attack. After a week of traveling alone she came upon a group of travelers that were happy to take her into their group. Everything was still new then, they still listened for radio broadcasts and tried to communicate with loved ones and then eventually anybody who would listen. There was a sense of unease but certainly not a feeling of hopelessness. The general consensus in the group was that things would return to somewhat normal very shortly. Did America not have some of the best military forces in the world? Did they not have allies in foreign countries and technology to fix this? There were some among them that thought differently. Muriel one of them, that rather then hope for the future were more concerned with the present, food, shelter, safety.

A month went by with no improvements, food was becoming more scarce in the group, and hope was diminishing. They traveled only in the daytime, staying off the road and sleeping in whatever relative safety they could find for the night. Attacks occurred out in the open at regular frequencies, their numbers dwindled from 24, to 15, to 6. It wasn't until after the second or third month that they were attacked not by the undead but by another group of humans. They'd been out there for 3 months when the other group decided to attack and try to take what little food and items they had left. It was the first time the group had seen a casualty caused by another human, a foreshadowing of things to come. The remaining group retreated, 3 of them with Muriel included, back south again down Rt 46. It would be another month of looting cars and fighting their way through small groups of the undead before they would come to the airport to seek salvation, dirty, tired and hungry.

8 months has passed since she first entered the hanger and while the dirt and the hunger have been erased, she remains vigilant in her pursuit of survival in whatever form that may be.

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