10 Lieu du terminus
Atlanta (Géorgie)
États-Unis d'Amérique
C'était encore le matin. C'était calme, trop calme. Le chant habituel des oiseaux qui annonçaient la rupture de l'aube était parti. Partis des bruits de la circulation, les routes étaient maintenant silencieuses. Les insectes, cependant, étaient aussi présents que jamais. Les mouches étaient toujours autour, ignorant la façon dont le monde a changé. Le monde n'est plus ce qu'il était, et les nombreuses personnes qui erraient dans le monde ont été réduites à une quantité alarmante. La plupart de la population était tombée au virus (comme elle l'appelait) et s'était levée comme les morts qui marchaient.
Les gens devaient apprendre à survivre seuls ou à s'unir avec les autres. Les provisions qui commençaient à être abondantes, s'amenuisaient lentement tandis que les pillards et les acolytes leur apportaient leurs mitaines gourmandes. L'argent avait fait le chemin des dodos puisqu'ils n'étaient plus personne pour acheter ou vendre des choses à. Le commerce et le troc étaient devenus monnaie courante une fois de plus, et la civilisation semblait avoir fait plusieurs pas en arrière.
Olivia s'est endormie tôt hier soir vers 21h. Mais, qu'est-ce qu'il y a de plus important dans le temps? Tout ce qui comptait, c'était jour et nuit. C'était comme si le temps n'existait plus, car il n'y avait plus d'horaires à suivre, pas besoin de se présenter au travail, pas de trains à prendre et pas de rendez-vous à tenir. La seule chose qui comptait maintenant était jour et nuit, quand le soleil se leva et se coucha. Elle était presque sûre d'avoir entendu des coups de feu hier soir. Le monde était calme maintenant, et les tirs comme ça ont tendance à faire écho pendant des miles et des miles, sans entrave par toute autre forme de bruit. Elle dormait à moitié et ne pouvait donc pas dire à quel point c'était loin. Mais, les coups de feu, c'était une chose. Les gens. Des survivants. En sortant d'un lit plutôt en peluche, elle a pris plusieurs instants pour regarder les fenêtres en verre de la longueur du corps que devant elle.
La lumière du soleil coulait à travers les fenêtres dégagées, les rideaux se séparaient largement. C'était un coup de chance qu'elle ait trouvé un endroit aussi luxueux que celui-ci. En passant par le complexe de bureaux voisin de Terminus 100, elle avait réussi à trouver un ensemble de clés portant une étiquette indiquant le numéro d'unité et les mots « Home Sweet Home ». Eh bien, il y a des chances que le propriétaire n'en ait plus besoin, alors pourquoi ne pas l'utiliser alors. Elle était sur la route depuis un certain temps maintenant, et c'était génial d'avoir enfin un endroit sûr où rester.
En prenant son sac à dos, et en vérifiant qu'elle avait tous ses effets personnels avec elle, elle s'est attachée sur sa ceinture, avec sa machette dans sa gaine sur sa taille accompagnée du pistolet SIG Sauer dans son étui sur le côté opposé de la ceinture. Entièrement équipée, elle est sortie de la pièce, et a fermé la porte, la verrouillant avec la clé. C'était sa maison maintenant. Tout en se promenant dans Peachtree Street la veille, elle avait croisé un supermarché à bord. Elle ne lui a pas donné une seconde, cependant, comme trouver un endroit où vivre était plus une préoccupation principale. Maintenant, qu'elle l'avait décidée, cela lui a donné le temps de passer sur d'autres, comme cela.
Name: Olivia Colburn
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Age: 22
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Personality: A generally quiet and lonely individual, she is also strong and determined. She is spunky, with just the right amount of attitude. Although she had grown up in a well-to-do family, she is by no means a stranger to hard work. Rather headstrong and stubborn at times, but gain her trust and respect, and you've gotten yourself a valuable friend and ally. She tends to get over-emotional, which can impair her actions and judgement. Very passionate about what she believes in, she will do whatever it takes to achieve her goal.
Olivia is also no stranger to fun, and also always believes in having a good time whenever one can. Despite being a quiet person in the beginning, once she starts talking about her interests, she can go on and on, babbling away without a care in the world.
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Occupation: Professional Tennis Player
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Equipment: Olivia is wearing the very same pair of tennis attire that she wore when she left home. The white tennis dress is no longer the pristine one she had set out with and is now worn and dirtied with use. She wears a black wind-breaker jacket on the outside, which has also seen considerable wear and tear over time. Around her waist, a black utility belt is worn, scavenged from one of the many deceased police officers in the city. On her back, she carries a brown haversack with a sleeping bag secured tightly to the bottom of the backpack.
The utility belt holds a torchlight and her house keys for now. A couple of empty spaces still remain, to be filled in the future.
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Inventory: 4 medium sized bottles of water, a sports bottle, a couple of canned food, a packet of preserved ham, flint and steel, a bottle of deodorant, a set of toothbrush and toothpaste, one notebook, a couple of ballpoint pens, an iPhone(with the battery at 50%), three cereal bars, two sets of new underwear and socks, a history book on the World Wars and a wallet with a few dollars in it plus her identification cards.
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Weapons: Her main weapon of choice is a machete. The blade used to belong to her father. He was an avid hunter and camper and used to take along the machete when he went on his trips. He must have forgotten to take it when he left, as it remained in its usual spot. She also has a Sig Sauer P229 pistol with just that one magazine. She has practiced shooting in the past, and is decent at it, but there is only so much one can do with only one magazine.
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Background: Olivia’s life growing up was nothing special. Invested into sports from a young age, she eventually decided to focus on tennis, and had involved in that ever since. She was born in a well to do family in the richer parts of Atlanta, Georgia. Being more of a quiet character, she did not have much friends, as people tended to take the quietness as a form of aloofness and arrogance. But, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Once they got to know her, they would know that she is actually a rather passionate and friendly character.
Apart from sports, she also had a deep fascination and interest in history, particularly military history. Her favourite subject lies in the World Wars, and she could frequently be seen reading books about them, and watching movies and other similar television documentaries about them. She had her first taste for intimate relationships in the later parts of her college life. They had done everything up to kissing, but had never proceeded past that. Olivia lost contact with her only boyfriend after he moved away, and that was that. She had never been with another since, looking for the right one this time.
After school, Olivia went on to become a professional tennis player, and travelled around the world to play for several tournaments. Although she loved playing tennis, she wasn’t quite satisfied with her life. She felt as though there was something important missing in her life, which she couldn’t, for the life of her figure out.
She had just came back from an overseas tournament not more than two weeks ago, dejected and depressed, when the outbreak happened. On the way home, she saw the huge commotion on the streets and the main roads leading in and out of the city. There were police presence everywhere, and a manner of vehicles filled the road, trying to exit the city. When she reached home, Olivia began calling out and searching for her parents, but they were nowhere to be seen. Finally, locating a note pasted on the fridge, her parents had stated that they have gone out of the city to leave with their relatives in one of the suburbs.
Packing her backpack with whatever she thought that was necessary, she then left home and started to begin her journey out of the city. Unfortunately, fate had other plans for her, and her path was littered with obstacles, with many of the infected now filling up the path.