Alors qu'Olivia ouvrit les portes sales et sales au supermarché, les portes creusèrent alors qu'elles s'ouvraient. Ce qu'elle a vu lui a fait peur. Assis sur le sol avec ses jambes escarpées vers elle était un homme afro-américain, avec une coiffure afro. Son apparence suggère l'un des gangsters afro-américains stéréotypés. Il avait l'air assez jeune, et elle se demandait depuis combien de temps il était mort. Bien que sa connaissance des cadavres soit limitée, elle avait encore le bon sens de savoir que si son corps n'avait pas encore dégénéré, il n'aurait pas pu être mort longtemps. Ce qui lui a attiré l'œil, c'est l'objet qu'il tenait dans sa main gauche. Une arme. Pas n'importe quelle arme, mais un Taurus modèle 605 revolver. N'importe quelle arme serait sympa. Il n'en aurait plus besoin de toute façon.
Se déplaçant lentement vers le corps pour tenter de récupérer le pistolet, elle a gardé un œil sur la figure tout le temps, en s'assurant qu'il était vraiment mort. Quand elle est arrivée sur le corps, elle s'est écrasée lentement, les yeux regardant l'homme, elle a essayé de lui arracher l'arme de la main. Ses mains étaient depuis longtemps devenues raides comme la rigueur morte mise en place, son emprise sur le revolver était comme un miser se tenant sur sa poche de monnaie. Après plusieurs tentatives futiles de se détacher les doigts et d'échouer, elle utilise ensuite sa machette pour couper les doigts autour de la poignée de l'arme, ce qui rend le processus beaucoup plus facile à accomplir. Finalement, parvenant à se débarrasser des doigts de l'homme mort, elle a vérifié l'arme et a remarqué qu'elle était encore en relativement bon état. En ouvrant la chambre à balles, elle a remarqué que sur les six fentes de balles, il y avait encore quatre balles. C'était génial. Elle avait maintenant un bras de côté, même si ce n'était que quatre balles.
En marchant dans le supermarché désert, avec ses étagères vides ou en désarroi, Olivia veillait sur tous les objets de valeur. Les deux produits alimentaires auraient déjà gâté, donc ce serait une meilleure idée de chercher quelque chose qu'elle peut utiliser. Les congélateurs n'avaient plus de courant depuis longtemps, et la puanteur de la nourriture pourrie qu'elle passait par la section gelée était accablante. Alors qu'elle passait devant les nombreuses étagères, elle passait par la nourriture, la nourriture et plus de nourriture. Tout gâté et inutile maintenant.
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.