Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 1:08:30 GMT -5
Full Name:
- Cora Jocelyn Moore
Aliases:
- CJ
Avatar Photo:
- Natasha Lyonne
Age:
- 31
Gender:
- Female
Appearance:
- Sandy blonde hair that stands out of control so she usually has it tied back in a braid or bun. She stands at 5'7 and has a slim, muscled body. She has no tattoos and only her tongue pierced. Light tan freckles dot her nose and cheeks. She has multiple scars adoring her body and she's missing her pinky and ring finger on her left hand.
Occupation:
- Before the outbreak CJ worked as a waitress, trying to make it big as a musician in Nashville.
Hometown (city, state, country):
- Chattanooga, Tennessee, USA
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
- Mother: died before the outbreak
-Father: died before outbreak
- Younger Sister (Luanne): Status unknown, presumed dead
-Older brother (Marcus): died during the outbreak
- Fiancé (Seth): died during the outbreak
- Roommate (Roxanne): died 7 months into the outbreak
Weapons:
- Kukri machete she keeps sheathed on her right hip.
- Two escrima fighting sticks that stay crossed behind her back
- Colt .45 1911 holstered to her left thigh
Items (clothing, backpacks,first-aid kits, etc...):
- A large, worn out green military duffel. It has two medium sized zip up pockets on either sideof it. Inside the bag is; 2 liters of water and a collapsible water bottle, a couple dozen water purification tablets, a few different types of energy bars, various soups and canned goods, a metal sporkand knife, a medium sized metal pot, metal bowl and collapsible metal cup, light weight long sleeved shirt, wind breaker, multiple pairs of worn out under clothes, a 100 foot rope coiled in the bottom, 2 1/2 roles of duct tape, 3 boxes of extraammo for her Colt, a half full box of matches and a rolled up tarp. Strapped under the duffle is an old, worn plain black sleeping bag.
- The pockets contain bandages and a lightly used Neosporin, a zippo lighter, a swiss army knife, small led flashlightand 3 sets of extra batteries, a travel toothbrush and small container of toothpaste, wet napkins, a small bottle of hand sanitizer, a compass and a small faded family photo.
- Her clothing consists of a red bandana that's almost always tied around her head, if it's not than it hangs around her neck or tied around herwrist. A tattered, stained black tank top and leather jacket. Plain, torn black cotton underthings. Her cargo pants, that had been baggy at the beginning of things, are now held up with an old piece of cord and have multiple holes along the knees and thighs, and have so many stains the original green is now a dingy brown. Black steel toed boots, scuffed and worn but not nearly worn through, adorn her feet.
- Inside her pants pockets she alwayscarries 3 extra mags, small binoculars, a regular lighter and sometimes you can find cigarettes if she's been lucky in a recent scavenge.
Mode of transportation:
- She's usually going it on foot, unless she can find a car with gas or stumbles across a bike.
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- She's quite adaptable, able to roll with the punches. When her plans don't go quite like she thought they would she's able to come up with a new one quickly and efficiently.
- Patience. Timing is everything and she knows it. She has no problem waiting forthe perfect moment, even if it takes hours.
- Determination. Once she sets her mind on something she's more often than not going to get it.
- She's a jokester. Not that she's had much reasonto lately, but once you get to know her she's always ready witha joke or a sarcastic comment.
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
- Confident. Though usually not too egotisticalthere are times she gets over confident, a fact that has lead her into more than a few unfortunate situations.
- She can be quite cynical, sometimes tripping into asshole-ishterritory. Though it's saved her before, she's pushed away perfectly fine groupsand people because of her trust issues.
- Harsh. With people she doesn't know, or if she's had a bad day, she can be quite harsh with her words.
-Can be an airhead. During down times and moments she's alone she drifts off. It can be hard to rouse her from this state sometimes. Her stint of self appointed isolation did no favors to her social skills.
List 3 strengths:
- Hand to hand combat. Growing up she learned how to scrap and wrestle. As she got into her teenage years she took self defense classes, morphinginto kravmagaclasses in her adult years.
- Good shot. Her dadtaught her when she was really young. She's shot rifles, pistols, semi-automatics, and several different types of guns.
- Excellent hunter. Though her tracking skills could use some work, when she needs to she can hunt with the pros.
List 3 flaws:
- Malnourished body. Due to her habit of being as frugal aspossible with her supplies, she isn't quite as strong or fast as she used to be.
- She has severe insomnia, leading her to stay awake for days. Due to this there are times where delirium sets in and her body just quits.
- Severe limp. On the first day ofthe outbreak she was shot in the leg when she got caught in themiddle of a riot. She and her roommate/bestfriend managed to treat the wound but it left her with a permanent affliction.
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
- Cora was born in Chattanooga, Tennessee. Born the second child to a stay at home mom and a dad who owned his own mechanics shop. Growing up she adored her older brother Marcus, a mere 5 years older than her, and as soon as she learned to walk she followed him everywhere. Her brothers little tomboy shadow, she watched as helearned to shoot and hunt and fish, and demanded her father teach her too. Her parents laughed but indulged her, smiling when she came back covered in dirt, or toting a new fish/small animal she had hunted on her own. She spent nearly half her childhood and young adult life in the woods. At the age of 6 she picked up a guitar and never put it down again. Her school years passed ina blur to her. She wasn't interested in math or science, makingfriends or making good grades. All she cared about, all she wanted, was to become a country singer.
When she was 13 her parentsannounced that her mother was pregnant again, this time with a little girl. A month before the baby was due a drunk driver tookher father. Childbirth took her mother. With her brother recently graduated and just turned 18 he managed to get custody of both her and her newborn sister, Luanne. Times were more than toughafter that, at times it seemed impossible. Her brother took on their fathers shop, learning to run the business and handle its employees and customers. They hired a part time wet nurse to take care of the newborn when her brother was at work and she was at school, but most nights it was just baby Luanne and Cora, leftto their own devices. Just barely into high school the pressureof being a part time mother took its toll, and she dropped out half way through the year. She took a full time job at the garage, working as much as possible to help support their flailing family.
Though sometimes Marcus and her may have gone without food, Luanne was never wanting. Always fed with new clothes her little sister grew knowing her siblings were hard working, loving people. Never fully aware of the struggles they faced. Cora worked and saved, putting what was needed into the house and saving all else. Between working and raising her sister she managed to grab a gig every once in a while, local bars and small restaurants gladly opening their doors to let her sing and play guitar. Atthe age of 26, when her sister was grown and about to enter high school, Cora announced she was leaving for Nashville to pursue her singing career. Tears were shed but both Marcus and Luanne knew how important music was for her, so with smiles and well wishes they saw her off. Arriving in Nashville, to the bright lights of a big dream filled city was exciting, and scary. Finding an apartment wasn't hard, and she managed to snag one with a woman who would come to be her best friend, Roxanne.
Roxanne was anaspiring song writer and the two got along like they'd known each other their entire lives. Small gigs popped up once in a while, but it wasn't quite the kick off Cora thought she would have had. During one of these small gigs in a local bar she met Seth.After seeing each other and going on dates for a few moths theydeclared it official. On her 28th birthday he asked her to marry him. And of coarse she said yes. Life moved smoothly, planningthe wedding and playing bars, she even managed to send money back to her siblings once in a while. For a while it seemed like life couldn't get better.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
- The day of the outbreak began like any other for Cora. She woke up in the arms of Seth, with the sounds of Roxy whistling away in the kitchen. Wiggling her way out of bed she grabbed some coffee, smiling sleepily at her best friend. She stared out their apartment window, appreciating the silence that hung in the early morning atmosphere. Deciding to go for a walk Cora washed out her cup, got dressed, kissed Seth of the forehead and said goodbye to Roxy. The air was a bit chilly but herold leather jacket took care of that, and the wind whipped her wild hair around her head. She walked until the sun was raising over the buildings and high in the sky. Deciding to head back, surprised at how far out of town she found herself, she started for home at a brisk pace. But the walk into town wasn't nearly aspeaceful as the walk out.
Tensions had been high in Nashville lately, there had been an streak of attacks. And not only were the cops wound tight, so were the citizens. The scene coming into town was chaos. Police blocked roads and groups of people blocked the sidewalks. Having to push herself through the slowly maddening crowd she found people screaming nonsense and desperate police, ready to pull their weapons. And then there were gunshots. Cora didn't know where they came from, they didn't even sound particularly close, but everyone on the street exploded. Civiliansthrew themselves forward, while police didn't hesitate in drawing their tasers and guns. Trying to avoid the chaos she ducked and weaved between rioters, attempting to go unnoticed in the chaos. People ran around, throwing things though store windows, slamming into cars and causing as much destruction as possible. More police arrived in full riot gear and they began to take people out. Either by baton, taser, pepper spray or plain old shooting their gun they were determined to restore order.
Deciding it would be best to try to get to her apartment instead of just stand on the street she dashed from her hiding place, immediately regretting her decision as pain sliced straight through her right thigh. Blinded by fire she lay on the ground, wincing as she was stepped on every once in a while. Trying to push past the pain she pulled herself up and half hobbled/half dragged herself to her shared apartment. In tears and past confusion she flung open the door, falling through the door and slamming it behind her. For a while she didn't understand anything. All she knew was pain.The faint sensation of her pants being cut off and alcohol being applied tried to break through her fog of pained panic, but for the most part she was incoherent as Roxy screamed and freaked out over the hole in her thigh. At least the bullet went out theother side.
Cora briefly registered being poked over and over on the inflamed flesh of her new wound, and she wasn't sure but she could have sworn the words 'hope there's no internal bleeding' floated around the room. The next time she was awake and ableto process things it was night time. The apartment was dark, one or two candles lendingweak light to the surrounding area. Roxy sat next to her, tears running silently down her face and sobs getting stuck in her throat. Shouts and smashes echoed from outside, pierced occasionally with a blood-curdling scream. Crawling to the window revealed a scene out of a nightmare.
People lined the street, either completely still or just barely moving, Shops everywhere were on fire and cars were overturned in the middle of the street. Men and women ran back and forth, some with weapons, some running in a panic like they weren't sure what to do. Police officers shot people left and right, yet no one else seemed to care. In fact quite a few nodded in thanks at the policeofficers who managed to shoot the various people around them. Turning back she noticed Seth wasn't there, finding out he had gone out to find her when things started to get crazy. He'd left only 20 minutes before she had showed up, but he'd never come back. Unable to believe anything bad had happened she called her siblings, receiving nothing but bad news. She managed to get through, but it was her young sister who answered the phone, crying and hysterical. Only able to get out that Marcus was hurt before the line went dead.
Near a panic attack and not sure what to doshe sat next to Roxanne and leaned on her shoulder. She hoped this was all a bad dream or everyone had gone temporarily insane at the same time. Closing her eyes she sat in the dark with her best friend, and prayed morning would bring her peace.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
- Life afterwards began the birth of a new Cora. For the first few days Roxy and her stayed holed up in the apartment, with nothing to dobut watch the chaos outside. They watched as the streets went from being filled with people overcome with rage to shambling figures who seemed to feast on the bodies left over. And yet Seth never came back. That first week was filled with crying, and vomiting from the images life and nightmares brought. Before long the apartment became to much, knowing that after a week Seth wasn't coming back and staying stagnant wasn't helping.
Gathering upwhatever they could they left; backpacks stuffed with food, clothes, water and medical supplies, each with a weapon or two. . They started their trek out into the city. And not long after hadtheir first encounter with an undead. Inexperienced and panicked they stumbled with the creature, falling over each other and screaming. Using the metal bat she'd grabbed, Cora finally managedto take out the walker. Then they ran.
They stayed on their own for a while, scavenging where they could and staying out of sight. 5 months in they finally decided to join up with a group. It wasn't too big of a group, maybe two dozen people, families with children. Everyone seemed friendly. Until they weren't. Two months after becoming a group they were attacked. A lot of peopledied, the children to slow and the women concerned with their children. The remaining group, a quarter dozen men and half that in women. But the men who had lost their families snapped, and the ones who had no one to start with didn't care either way.
The torture started. The women, which only consisted of Cora, Roxyand two sisters just barely out of their teens, were tied up and kept in a tent, left there as the men outside cleaned up the carnage and regrouped. For hours they were left alone. And then they came. One by one. First an older man, who had been married for 33 years and had had a 26 year old daughter, came in an grabbed the younger of the sisters. Next a single man who had never really spoken before entered the tent, a nasty grin spread acrosshis face.
The other sister was crying and Roxy seemed frozen, Cora couldn't blame her. Fear froze her as well. Fear that tings had turned so quickly. Fear, because she wasn't young or naïve enough to think anything but what was about to happen was going tohappen. Fear because they were outnumbered, with no weapons, and tied up to boot.
That man took the other sister, and two morecame to claim Roxy and herself. She wasn't taken to another tent. He dragged her to the woods, and through the trees she could just barely see the others girls. She didn't know how much time passed, all she knew was the pain. Blows rained down upon her flesh, and her spirit. By the time she was being drug back to the tent her eyesight was drifting in and out. Her left eye was completely swollen shut and it hurt to move. No one else was in the tent with her. For a while all she could hear was the sound of crickets, the fire crackling, and the laughter of the surrounding men. She didn't bother moving, not even when she heardfootsteps heading towards the tent. Something was dropped across from her, and not to long after another bundle was dropped by her feet. She waited and waited, getting more and more tense the longer it took for a fourth thump to follow.
Eventually the sounds of the camp died down, replaced entirely by nature. Afraid to turn around Cora made herself shift onto her back, moving her head so she could see who had been put in with her. Seeing the sisters shehad to bite her lip, a low keening sound escaping from her throat. Roxy being absent meant the man that took her either found her entertaining enough to keep her or something far worse had happened. The treatment continued the next night. And the night after that. But Roxy never showed up again.
A deep seated sadness took hold, and she grew colder. Day in and day out she took the abuse, plotting how to escape as eventually one sister and than the other disappeared. Knowing she would be the next one if she didn't act soon Cora put her plan into action, stealing a knife off one of the men when they were sufficiently distracted. That night, after being thrown back into the tent and waiting until everyone fell asleep, she escaped. Cutting her bonds she went to each tent, slipping in an sliding the buck knife across each of their throats. Covered in blood and desperate for escape, she gathered everything she could and booked it out of there.
With her small amount of supplies she did her best to survive, nearly giving in to starvation and exhaustion. Three months after her horrifying experience, nearly a year into the outbreak her supplies ran low. No food and hardly any water, with barely the clothes on her back and a machete she'd managed to find, she passed out on the road on day as she walked. No destination in mind, just...walking. When she opened her eyes her hands and feet were tied together and she lay next to a fire. Brothers, from the sound of their conversation. Holding back tears she grit her teeth together, and took steadying breaths. She wouldn't let what had happened before happen again. Biding her time she eventually escaped, the ensuing scuffle was how she lost her two fingers. Escaping from them she grabbed her machete, the colt .45 off of one of them, all their supplies and, once again ran.
The following year of the outbreak was a lonely one. Twelve months of no interaction can drive someone a little looney, but she wasn't willing to take the chance of getting hurt again. Fool me once and all that. She came and went through towns, small and large, grabbing up anything she thought she might need in various stores. More than once she came across a group, either catching actual sight of them or just managing to catch them talking somewhere close by. Every time she ran, grabbing what she had managed to gather and booking it out of the perimeter.
- Cora Jocelyn Moore
Aliases:
- CJ
Avatar Photo:
- Natasha Lyonne
Age:
- 31
Gender:
- Female
Appearance:
- Sandy blonde hair that stands out of control so she usually has it tied back in a braid or bun. She stands at 5'7 and has a slim, muscled body. She has no tattoos and only her tongue pierced. Light tan freckles dot her nose and cheeks. She has multiple scars adoring her body and she's missing her pinky and ring finger on her left hand.
Occupation:
- Before the outbreak CJ worked as a waitress, trying to make it big as a musician in Nashville.
Hometown (city, state, country):
- Chattanooga, Tennessee, USA
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
- Mother: died before the outbreak
-Father: died before outbreak
- Younger Sister (Luanne): Status unknown, presumed dead
-Older brother (Marcus): died during the outbreak
- Fiancé (Seth): died during the outbreak
- Roommate (Roxanne): died 7 months into the outbreak
Weapons:
- Kukri machete she keeps sheathed on her right hip.
- Two escrima fighting sticks that stay crossed behind her back
- Colt .45 1911 holstered to her left thigh
Items (clothing, backpacks,first-aid kits, etc...):
- A large, worn out green military duffel. It has two medium sized zip up pockets on either sideof it. Inside the bag is; 2 liters of water and a collapsible water bottle, a couple dozen water purification tablets, a few different types of energy bars, various soups and canned goods, a metal sporkand knife, a medium sized metal pot, metal bowl and collapsible metal cup, light weight long sleeved shirt, wind breaker, multiple pairs of worn out under clothes, a 100 foot rope coiled in the bottom, 2 1/2 roles of duct tape, 3 boxes of extraammo for her Colt, a half full box of matches and a rolled up tarp. Strapped under the duffle is an old, worn plain black sleeping bag.
- The pockets contain bandages and a lightly used Neosporin, a zippo lighter, a swiss army knife, small led flashlightand 3 sets of extra batteries, a travel toothbrush and small container of toothpaste, wet napkins, a small bottle of hand sanitizer, a compass and a small faded family photo.
- Her clothing consists of a red bandana that's almost always tied around her head, if it's not than it hangs around her neck or tied around herwrist. A tattered, stained black tank top and leather jacket. Plain, torn black cotton underthings. Her cargo pants, that had been baggy at the beginning of things, are now held up with an old piece of cord and have multiple holes along the knees and thighs, and have so many stains the original green is now a dingy brown. Black steel toed boots, scuffed and worn but not nearly worn through, adorn her feet.
- Inside her pants pockets she alwayscarries 3 extra mags, small binoculars, a regular lighter and sometimes you can find cigarettes if she's been lucky in a recent scavenge.
Mode of transportation:
- She's usually going it on foot, unless she can find a car with gas or stumbles across a bike.
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- She's quite adaptable, able to roll with the punches. When her plans don't go quite like she thought they would she's able to come up with a new one quickly and efficiently.
- Patience. Timing is everything and she knows it. She has no problem waiting forthe perfect moment, even if it takes hours.
- Determination. Once she sets her mind on something she's more often than not going to get it.
- She's a jokester. Not that she's had much reasonto lately, but once you get to know her she's always ready witha joke or a sarcastic comment.
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
- Confident. Though usually not too egotisticalthere are times she gets over confident, a fact that has lead her into more than a few unfortunate situations.
- She can be quite cynical, sometimes tripping into asshole-ishterritory. Though it's saved her before, she's pushed away perfectly fine groupsand people because of her trust issues.
- Harsh. With people she doesn't know, or if she's had a bad day, she can be quite harsh with her words.
-Can be an airhead. During down times and moments she's alone she drifts off. It can be hard to rouse her from this state sometimes. Her stint of self appointed isolation did no favors to her social skills.
List 3 strengths:
- Hand to hand combat. Growing up she learned how to scrap and wrestle. As she got into her teenage years she took self defense classes, morphinginto kravmagaclasses in her adult years.
- Good shot. Her dadtaught her when she was really young. She's shot rifles, pistols, semi-automatics, and several different types of guns.
- Excellent hunter. Though her tracking skills could use some work, when she needs to she can hunt with the pros.
List 3 flaws:
- Malnourished body. Due to her habit of being as frugal aspossible with her supplies, she isn't quite as strong or fast as she used to be.
- She has severe insomnia, leading her to stay awake for days. Due to this there are times where delirium sets in and her body just quits.
- Severe limp. On the first day ofthe outbreak she was shot in the leg when she got caught in themiddle of a riot. She and her roommate/bestfriend managed to treat the wound but it left her with a permanent affliction.
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
- Cora was born in Chattanooga, Tennessee. Born the second child to a stay at home mom and a dad who owned his own mechanics shop. Growing up she adored her older brother Marcus, a mere 5 years older than her, and as soon as she learned to walk she followed him everywhere. Her brothers little tomboy shadow, she watched as helearned to shoot and hunt and fish, and demanded her father teach her too. Her parents laughed but indulged her, smiling when she came back covered in dirt, or toting a new fish/small animal she had hunted on her own. She spent nearly half her childhood and young adult life in the woods. At the age of 6 she picked up a guitar and never put it down again. Her school years passed ina blur to her. She wasn't interested in math or science, makingfriends or making good grades. All she cared about, all she wanted, was to become a country singer.
When she was 13 her parentsannounced that her mother was pregnant again, this time with a little girl. A month before the baby was due a drunk driver tookher father. Childbirth took her mother. With her brother recently graduated and just turned 18 he managed to get custody of both her and her newborn sister, Luanne. Times were more than toughafter that, at times it seemed impossible. Her brother took on their fathers shop, learning to run the business and handle its employees and customers. They hired a part time wet nurse to take care of the newborn when her brother was at work and she was at school, but most nights it was just baby Luanne and Cora, leftto their own devices. Just barely into high school the pressureof being a part time mother took its toll, and she dropped out half way through the year. She took a full time job at the garage, working as much as possible to help support their flailing family.
Though sometimes Marcus and her may have gone without food, Luanne was never wanting. Always fed with new clothes her little sister grew knowing her siblings were hard working, loving people. Never fully aware of the struggles they faced. Cora worked and saved, putting what was needed into the house and saving all else. Between working and raising her sister she managed to grab a gig every once in a while, local bars and small restaurants gladly opening their doors to let her sing and play guitar. Atthe age of 26, when her sister was grown and about to enter high school, Cora announced she was leaving for Nashville to pursue her singing career. Tears were shed but both Marcus and Luanne knew how important music was for her, so with smiles and well wishes they saw her off. Arriving in Nashville, to the bright lights of a big dream filled city was exciting, and scary. Finding an apartment wasn't hard, and she managed to snag one with a woman who would come to be her best friend, Roxanne.
Roxanne was anaspiring song writer and the two got along like they'd known each other their entire lives. Small gigs popped up once in a while, but it wasn't quite the kick off Cora thought she would have had. During one of these small gigs in a local bar she met Seth.After seeing each other and going on dates for a few moths theydeclared it official. On her 28th birthday he asked her to marry him. And of coarse she said yes. Life moved smoothly, planningthe wedding and playing bars, she even managed to send money back to her siblings once in a while. For a while it seemed like life couldn't get better.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
- The day of the outbreak began like any other for Cora. She woke up in the arms of Seth, with the sounds of Roxy whistling away in the kitchen. Wiggling her way out of bed she grabbed some coffee, smiling sleepily at her best friend. She stared out their apartment window, appreciating the silence that hung in the early morning atmosphere. Deciding to go for a walk Cora washed out her cup, got dressed, kissed Seth of the forehead and said goodbye to Roxy. The air was a bit chilly but herold leather jacket took care of that, and the wind whipped her wild hair around her head. She walked until the sun was raising over the buildings and high in the sky. Deciding to head back, surprised at how far out of town she found herself, she started for home at a brisk pace. But the walk into town wasn't nearly aspeaceful as the walk out.
Tensions had been high in Nashville lately, there had been an streak of attacks. And not only were the cops wound tight, so were the citizens. The scene coming into town was chaos. Police blocked roads and groups of people blocked the sidewalks. Having to push herself through the slowly maddening crowd she found people screaming nonsense and desperate police, ready to pull their weapons. And then there were gunshots. Cora didn't know where they came from, they didn't even sound particularly close, but everyone on the street exploded. Civiliansthrew themselves forward, while police didn't hesitate in drawing their tasers and guns. Trying to avoid the chaos she ducked and weaved between rioters, attempting to go unnoticed in the chaos. People ran around, throwing things though store windows, slamming into cars and causing as much destruction as possible. More police arrived in full riot gear and they began to take people out. Either by baton, taser, pepper spray or plain old shooting their gun they were determined to restore order.
Deciding it would be best to try to get to her apartment instead of just stand on the street she dashed from her hiding place, immediately regretting her decision as pain sliced straight through her right thigh. Blinded by fire she lay on the ground, wincing as she was stepped on every once in a while. Trying to push past the pain she pulled herself up and half hobbled/half dragged herself to her shared apartment. In tears and past confusion she flung open the door, falling through the door and slamming it behind her. For a while she didn't understand anything. All she knew was pain.The faint sensation of her pants being cut off and alcohol being applied tried to break through her fog of pained panic, but for the most part she was incoherent as Roxy screamed and freaked out over the hole in her thigh. At least the bullet went out theother side.
Cora briefly registered being poked over and over on the inflamed flesh of her new wound, and she wasn't sure but she could have sworn the words 'hope there's no internal bleeding' floated around the room. The next time she was awake and ableto process things it was night time. The apartment was dark, one or two candles lendingweak light to the surrounding area. Roxy sat next to her, tears running silently down her face and sobs getting stuck in her throat. Shouts and smashes echoed from outside, pierced occasionally with a blood-curdling scream. Crawling to the window revealed a scene out of a nightmare.
People lined the street, either completely still or just barely moving, Shops everywhere were on fire and cars were overturned in the middle of the street. Men and women ran back and forth, some with weapons, some running in a panic like they weren't sure what to do. Police officers shot people left and right, yet no one else seemed to care. In fact quite a few nodded in thanks at the policeofficers who managed to shoot the various people around them. Turning back she noticed Seth wasn't there, finding out he had gone out to find her when things started to get crazy. He'd left only 20 minutes before she had showed up, but he'd never come back. Unable to believe anything bad had happened she called her siblings, receiving nothing but bad news. She managed to get through, but it was her young sister who answered the phone, crying and hysterical. Only able to get out that Marcus was hurt before the line went dead.
Near a panic attack and not sure what to doshe sat next to Roxanne and leaned on her shoulder. She hoped this was all a bad dream or everyone had gone temporarily insane at the same time. Closing her eyes she sat in the dark with her best friend, and prayed morning would bring her peace.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
- Life afterwards began the birth of a new Cora. For the first few days Roxy and her stayed holed up in the apartment, with nothing to dobut watch the chaos outside. They watched as the streets went from being filled with people overcome with rage to shambling figures who seemed to feast on the bodies left over. And yet Seth never came back. That first week was filled with crying, and vomiting from the images life and nightmares brought. Before long the apartment became to much, knowing that after a week Seth wasn't coming back and staying stagnant wasn't helping.
Gathering upwhatever they could they left; backpacks stuffed with food, clothes, water and medical supplies, each with a weapon or two. . They started their trek out into the city. And not long after hadtheir first encounter with an undead. Inexperienced and panicked they stumbled with the creature, falling over each other and screaming. Using the metal bat she'd grabbed, Cora finally managedto take out the walker. Then they ran.
They stayed on their own for a while, scavenging where they could and staying out of sight. 5 months in they finally decided to join up with a group. It wasn't too big of a group, maybe two dozen people, families with children. Everyone seemed friendly. Until they weren't. Two months after becoming a group they were attacked. A lot of peopledied, the children to slow and the women concerned with their children. The remaining group, a quarter dozen men and half that in women. But the men who had lost their families snapped, and the ones who had no one to start with didn't care either way.
The torture started. The women, which only consisted of Cora, Roxyand two sisters just barely out of their teens, were tied up and kept in a tent, left there as the men outside cleaned up the carnage and regrouped. For hours they were left alone. And then they came. One by one. First an older man, who had been married for 33 years and had had a 26 year old daughter, came in an grabbed the younger of the sisters. Next a single man who had never really spoken before entered the tent, a nasty grin spread acrosshis face.
The other sister was crying and Roxy seemed frozen, Cora couldn't blame her. Fear froze her as well. Fear that tings had turned so quickly. Fear, because she wasn't young or naïve enough to think anything but what was about to happen was going tohappen. Fear because they were outnumbered, with no weapons, and tied up to boot.
That man took the other sister, and two morecame to claim Roxy and herself. She wasn't taken to another tent. He dragged her to the woods, and through the trees she could just barely see the others girls. She didn't know how much time passed, all she knew was the pain. Blows rained down upon her flesh, and her spirit. By the time she was being drug back to the tent her eyesight was drifting in and out. Her left eye was completely swollen shut and it hurt to move. No one else was in the tent with her. For a while all she could hear was the sound of crickets, the fire crackling, and the laughter of the surrounding men. She didn't bother moving, not even when she heardfootsteps heading towards the tent. Something was dropped across from her, and not to long after another bundle was dropped by her feet. She waited and waited, getting more and more tense the longer it took for a fourth thump to follow.
Eventually the sounds of the camp died down, replaced entirely by nature. Afraid to turn around Cora made herself shift onto her back, moving her head so she could see who had been put in with her. Seeing the sisters shehad to bite her lip, a low keening sound escaping from her throat. Roxy being absent meant the man that took her either found her entertaining enough to keep her or something far worse had happened. The treatment continued the next night. And the night after that. But Roxy never showed up again.
A deep seated sadness took hold, and she grew colder. Day in and day out she took the abuse, plotting how to escape as eventually one sister and than the other disappeared. Knowing she would be the next one if she didn't act soon Cora put her plan into action, stealing a knife off one of the men when they were sufficiently distracted. That night, after being thrown back into the tent and waiting until everyone fell asleep, she escaped. Cutting her bonds she went to each tent, slipping in an sliding the buck knife across each of their throats. Covered in blood and desperate for escape, she gathered everything she could and booked it out of there.
With her small amount of supplies she did her best to survive, nearly giving in to starvation and exhaustion. Three months after her horrifying experience, nearly a year into the outbreak her supplies ran low. No food and hardly any water, with barely the clothes on her back and a machete she'd managed to find, she passed out on the road on day as she walked. No destination in mind, just...walking. When she opened her eyes her hands and feet were tied together and she lay next to a fire. Brothers, from the sound of their conversation. Holding back tears she grit her teeth together, and took steadying breaths. She wouldn't let what had happened before happen again. Biding her time she eventually escaped, the ensuing scuffle was how she lost her two fingers. Escaping from them she grabbed her machete, the colt .45 off of one of them, all their supplies and, once again ran.
The following year of the outbreak was a lonely one. Twelve months of no interaction can drive someone a little looney, but she wasn't willing to take the chance of getting hurt again. Fool me once and all that. She came and went through towns, small and large, grabbing up anything she thought she might need in various stores. More than once she came across a group, either catching actual sight of them or just managing to catch them talking somewhere close by. Every time she ran, grabbing what she had managed to gather and booking it out of the perimeter.