This is my own character. Please do not steal, re-publish or write for her.
:Main Character:
Rosie - A young girl by the age of 23 standing at 5'6". Rosie is pierced and tattooed. Specifically she has her eyebrows pierced, nose piercings, lip piercings, belly button pierced and two dermals vertically in the middle of her chest. Her weapons consist of two knives, one revolver, a sword and a screw driver. Everything except for the sword she carries in a brown backpack for easy travels. She is in disbelief by the world's current situation, but will try her damnedest to stay alive and fight with her fellow survivors. Is friends with future survivor Madysen.
:Minor/Mentioned Character(s):
Madysen - A young girl aged 19 just reaching 6'0". She has a little sister who happens to be 8 years old and 4'1" tall. Madysen's weapons consist of a katana with brown wrapping at the handle and a variety of small knives. Madysen's parents were killed by the mutants and her mission is to get revenge for their deaths.
Rosie's POV:
Only a few months had past and The Umbrella Corporation was trying desperately to create inhuman capabilities. Yet something worse was discovered. Instead of discovering health increasing medicines, they created mutant monstrosities. Some call them "zombies". I prefer biters or wanderers.
Things went bad as you can imagine... The 'virus' escaped the labs and spread to healthy hosts, which attacked their immune systems. Eventually it spread. First the victim would look undeniably ill, then it would attack the brain stem which killed the victim. Resurrection comes last. The time varies differently to everyone though. Sometimes it takes only minutes. Others it can take up to several hours, even days. It's still undiscovered as to why. All I know is it happens and that's that. There are no doctors or scientists left. It's just me, and a few survivors that tagged along.
Resurrect. Eat. Repeat.
They're basically mindless dummies. They hunt, kill and eat until there's nothing left! I mean, that's all they care about right...?
Anywhore, introduction right? The name's Rosanne—but I prefer Rosie for short. I'm constantly on the move. Finding survivors to defend and fight in this sick fated world. It's better to thrive in groups of people and to move constantly. There's really no other way to survive. I have been on the road for some time now. Every once in a while I get lucky and find a survivor in need of my help. They stand by my side and fight until... Well until the same thing that happens to everyone now a days. And then I'm alone again. It's a cycle that reoccurs over and over again. At least in my book. You really have to force all emotions and feelings away. You can't get too close. People die too often to care. So I don't. I can't...
However, other times you get lucky. And few tend to stay for some time. I will admit it's nice. Nice to have someone around. Someone to talk to. People to see, so you don't go completely insane thinking you might be the only one left. But if I ever was, then what? We don't know if the world will ever be the same again. I wonder how I would handle that. A small grin grew on my face. I found it humorous because I can handle anything! I'm the tough bitch. Or at least that is what people have told me. But would I cower out of isolation and just end it? Or would I go on about this new life as I have been? I've gotten so used to the way the world works now, you would think I wouldn't know any differently. But insanity and fear are tricky. I suppose it is possible that even I could fall apart.