The thing many people tried to prepare for has happened.
Zombies. Those who prepared seemed to parish first, and then much
of the adult population. Scientists are beginning to try to create
an antidote. Food is running out, water is becoming contaminated,
at least some of the population needs to survive.
Zombies don't eat brains. Becoming a zombie is a disease. A
terrible disease. They act mostly like we thought they would, and
they seem to destroy our food sources. The population is rapidly
decreasing and at least some people need to survive to spread the
antidote, whenever, if, it is successfully created. The majority of
the population has decreased to teens and children. They only seem
mildly effected, but still effected. Starvation, disease, zombies,
humans turning against each other, cannibalism, war. The worst is
happening.
Very few still have enough sense to work together.
Sylvia
Name: Cinn Spelt
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: She has long, strait black hair which is rarely kept
up. She is skinny and pale, and about average height. She has dark
blue eyes and she usually wears a long-sleeved silver shirt, an
ankle length black skirt and black boots.
Personality: Cinn is a friendly person in general but she enjoys
her solitude. She tends to joke around when talking to others and
can be sarcastic at times. Cinn doesn't enjoy to see another suffer
and tends to bring in injured animals. She can be a bit clumsy,
tending to crash into things. She has a very soft voice and her
yell is only about as loud as someone normally talking.
Inventory: She wears a shoulder bag which contains a water bottle,
a dagger which is tucked into an outside pocket, several books, a
few sandwiches and paper, as well as a pencil.
History: She had 2 older brothers. When food began to run out, her
parents were some of the first to resort to cannibalism. Once she
fell asleep one night, her brothers had vanished and her parents
didn't look as starved as before. She didn't question it at first,
assuming her brothers had gone out to look for food. When she fell
asleep again later, she was woken up by a searing pain on her arm.
Cinn had jerked awake, seen what her parents had been doing, and
took off running. She hadn't seen them again since.
Other: She owns a pet cat known as Jinx. She follows Cinn wherever
she goes and tries her best to protect her. The cat has long, black
fur, golden eyes and a kinked tail-tip.
Shirion
Name: Jiro Glenn Willford
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: His hair is gray and he has a side-way bangs going to
the right. His eyes are dark green. He wears a simple hoodie.
Personality: He is a loner a school. Rarely talks more on nodding.
He has no dreams in life. He hates loud people and his only friend
is his mouse Aftermath.
Inventory: He has a backpack and no one knows what is inside.
History: He was from a rich family and all of them became zombies.
He wouldn't go into details.
Other: He has a cousin that went missing the other day.
Shirion
Name: Jiro Glenn Willford
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: His hair is gray and he has a side-way bangs going
to the right. His eyes are dark green. He wears a simple
hoodie.
Personality: He is a loner a school. Rarely talks more on
nodding. He has no dreams in life. He hates loud people and his
only friend is his mouse Aftermath.
Inventory: He has a backpack and no one knows what is
inside.
History: He was from a rich family and all of them became
zombies. He wouldn't go into details.
Other: He has a cousin that went missing the other
day.
Cinn wandered the abandoned streets. Hearing a noise behind her,
she quickly darted behind an old shed. A zombie stumbled past,
oblivious to the human nearby. Once it was gone, she stepped out
with a relieved sigh and leaned against the tree, plucking one of
the few edible-looking apples from its branches.
GJ was walking around the abandoned town and has been keeping quiet
for a little while now. 'This is boring. Am I the only one left
here?' He thought and gave out a sigh.
Cinn took a large bite of the apple with a crunch, echoing
through the silent streets. The only ones here were zombies, and
they didn't particularly care about humans they couldn't see. Cinn
slid to the ground with a sigh. The apple wouldn't do much for her
persistent hunger.
JG Heard that crunch of the apple. 'That should be a human eating
an apple.' He thought and started walking, of course with his
slow-motion walking like a zombie.
Spotting JG, Cinn leap't up and pulled out the dagger from her
shoulder bag automatically. If there were any humans left, they
were usually half-starved, cannibals and zombie-like. "Who are
you." she stated, not even a question.
"The only humans besides me in this town are zombies or cannibals,"
Cinn replied. "That apple was the best meal I've had in weeks. I'm
Cinn, Cinn Spelt."
JG just gave off another sigh. He sat down and opened his bag. He
took out a cup noodle and gave it to Cinn. "Here. Open it and I'll
pour hot water." He added.
JG poured the hot water and covered the cup noodle. "Well, my
family and some maids turned into zombies too. I think they were
the first to turn into that." He said.