Sam a été soulagé que la femme ne s'était pas simplement détournée et s'attendait à ce que le regard prudent sur son visage. Il était difficile de juger les intentions de quelqu'un en les regardant simplement. Le langage corporel de la plupart des gens était gardé et constamment à l'écart - le coût de six mois de survie brutale dans un monde qu'ils peuvent difficilement reconnaître. Cela ne voulait pas dire qu'ils devaient renoncer à chaque once de leur humanité, ce qui était décidément plus facile à faire pour certains, pensait Sam. Mais ce n'était pas elle, et elle croyait toujours que les relations humaines étaient importantes.
Elle s'est reposée sa hache sur son épaule alors qu'elle s'approchait de la femme avec un sourire. Sam s'arrêta juste quelques pieds devant le grand étranger et se cogna la tête sur le côté alors qu'elle l'examinait rapidement : pas de blessures - du moins pas de blessures visibles. Sam s'est étourdi quand elle a vu la longue poignée en bois et le bord aigu de la hache du feu, femme intelligente. Elle n'avait pas l'air pire pour l'usure, mais elle avait l'air fatiguée par l'effort. Mais qui ne l'était pas ces temps-ci?
Sam a fait un pas en avant confiant, "Viens souvent ici?" Elle a riposté et a espéré qu'il dissoudrait une partie de la tension entre les deux étrangers. Elle a ensuite offert sa main à la femme. "Je suis Sam. Ex-pompier à votre service," elle a informé avec un clin d'oeil
Comme les introductions cheesy sont allés celui-ci était assez haut là-haut, mais le sérieux n'était pas exactement le costume fort de Sam.
Name: Samira 'Sam' Darzi

Age: 31
Gender: Female
Nationality: Iranian
Sexuality: Gay af
Family: deceased
Past occupation: Firefighter
Personality: Sam is a charismatic, outspoken extrovert. She loves making people laugh and is comfortable in a crowd, though, sometimes she has trouble being serious when a situation calls for it. She loves helping others and would gladly give her life for another (she climbed a tree without a ladder and no safety equipment to save a cat once - true story). She especially loves animals and probably holds them on a higher pedestal than humans themselves. She's straightforward and transparent with others and expects everyone to be with her as well.
Background: Sam was born to a Pakistan mother and an Iranian father and grew up in Fars' capital city, the beautifully rustic Chiraz. At 7, Samira already knew she wanted to join the Iranian forces, being a very energetic child; physical activity was like second nature to her.
Though, that dream quickly slipped between her fingers once her parents announced their departure to the united states. Her father was a recognized and respected business man who landed a big deal in the automotive industry. They moved to the streets of New York city when Sam was 11 years old. Her father had thought her English at a young age, so adapting to using it on a daily basis wasn't much of hassle. What the young girl had trouble with was the change of scenery and the culture: the loud and busy streets, the buildings that almost seemed to reach the sky. She felt trapped in a cage. Sam eventually settled in, but much preferred nature this concrete jungle.
At 18, Sam received her American citizenship and applied not a day later in the U.S military. Her request was denied, however, as strict laws barred american dual-citizens from entering their ranks. Discouraged, the woman dropped out of school and worked as delivery-woman for a Chinese restaurant in Manhattan. She barely scraped by, living with the bare essentials and drowning her hate of the American government with various illicit substances.
By the age of 21, Sam was at the bottom of the barrel fighting a cocaine addiction in her musty one room appartment. Her father, ashamed of what she had become and ashamed he hadn't done something sooner made her a deal she couldn't quite refuse: he would sent her to rehab for three months and then send her to the college of her choice, in the program of her choice. One failing grade, however, and he would pull his funds.
By God's grace, Sam came out of rehab a changed person - in reality, she became the person she was meant to be. She chose to enroll in the John Jay College of Criminal Justice and successfully obtained her Fire Science Degree after four long years of hard, non-stop work.
She built close relationships with her co-workers of Ladder 25 situated in Manhattan and worked at this fire station for six years. One the outbreak hit, she and her fellow firefighters held up in the station for quite a while. When food had become scarce enough that they had to ration one meal a day, they decided they needed to plan supply runs around the city. But because they haven't gone out in such a long time, all the noise they had made attracted a horde of undead around the firehouse. The group quickly got overwhelmed on their first adventure outside and Sam was the only one fortunate enough to survive.
She's now roaming the desolate streets alone, relying only on herself and her trusty fire axe.
What's in their bag: Sam possesses a sling backpack. She has a lighter, a water bottle, a few cans of food, paracord and a simple medi-kit.
Weapons: Fire axe
Other: Hates bugs