The survivor. (7DtD or Last of Us character)
Height - 5'4Weight - 118lbs
H/C - Light Brown
Eyes - Deep Brown
S/C - Slightly tanned with freckles across her cheeks and nose.
Occupation - Student at The Art Institute of Phoenix, barista at Koffee Grounds.
Survivor Perks - Stamina, First - Aid, Scouting
Favorites - Deer, Nectarines, Latte art, Old Cameras.
Dislikes - Darkness, Canned Pasta, Kimchi.
Blurbs:
She's originally from Drayton, North Dakota.
Moved to Queen Creek, AZ, at age 13 with her mother.
Decided that she wanted to become a Wildlife Photographer after a family trip to the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum at 16.
Father was a airline pilot and mother was an EMT.
Months before the infection, Melanie moved from Queen Creek to a half hour outside Phoenix for school.
Her favorite color is sky blue, she often keeps any fitting clothing she can find in this color.
Often too shy to talk much, she was given the later shift at her job to help get her used to more people.
She is Apiphobic, meaning she has a horrible fear of bees.
Starter
02:48am, Day XX, Diersville, Arizona.
Finally, it had finally found the source of the smell, that enticing, bloody scent it had been following for hours now. It once was a buck, or used to be, now that it had been picked over by scavengers and left in the Arizona summer's sun, it was a husk with bits of fur beginning to sink against the bones. Letting out a guttural snarl, he sunk to his knees and tore into the soft underbelly, pulling out a fistful of the left over entrails. Then a shrill, horrible noise filled the air. Pulling his face out of the buck's gore with a hiss, he looked up just in time to see the moving blur of something sprinting towards the edge of town. Clambering to his feet with a shriek, he began running towards the shape, his movements erratic, almost excited. And with the sudden interruption of the night's normal silence, the others in the town stir and soon a hoard of undead had begun to assemble in front of a house, tearing at the walls and the doors between them and the living being inside, shattering windows and climbing over each other to be the firsts to get to source.
"s**t, s**t s**t s**t.." Melanie had never been so mad in her life, not at her parent's sudden, nasty divorce, not when her boyfriend left, when she found out she had been denied her scholarship, not ever as much as she was now. Mad at the fact that she had lost track of time looking for supplies, mad that she hadn't noticed the sun sinking into the nearby lake until it was nearly the twilight, but the biggest peeve she had towards herself right now was accidentally bumping into that small red Honda, parked right in front of the house she had decided to hide in for the night. Yes, she had seen it, even made a mental note to search in it when she left, but somehow, some way, she managed to bump it just right, making the old car's shrill alarm start. By some weird, bad luck, this car had been left alone for four long, miserable months, no one, alive or dead, had bumped it or tried to go through it, leaving it for the brunette to accidentally bump it with her bag. 'BAM' Letting out another string of whispered curses, she ducked further down behind the kitchen's cabinets, trying to make herself as small as possible. There were too many, she could count at least eight of the dead pursuers before she had slammed the door shut, locking it and shoving the old brown couch in front of it and heading to the back of the house. They were banging on the doors, the windows, even just the front of the house. Eventually, they were going to get in and she only had enough bullets to take out three if she could manage head shots in the dark. There had been a gun in the last house's bedside table, but no extra bullets. With a sigh, she pressed her back against the cabinet, feeling tears threatening. She was completely trapped, it was hours before dawn and even if she could manage to get out of the house, she wouldn't be able to outrun them long. There was a loud crack of the front door splintering, she was running out of time. Then an idea, a stupid, crazy idea came into her mind. The attic.. she had seen a tree poking around the corner of the backyard.. it may have been tall enough to reach near the house, near enough to a window. If it was, she could perhaps climb out and make a run for it, maybe. Even if it wasn't, it may be safer to get higher, maybe she could wait them out. "What if.." she murmured, taking a deep breath, "what if we trying pulling a bad move to fix another?" Nodding to herself, she jumped up and peeked about the corner, from the sounds of the wood splintering and the glass, she didn't have long. Steeling herself, she gripped the heavy bag on her shoulder and ran towards the stairs.
Finally, it had finally found the source of the smell, that enticing, bloody scent it had been following for hours now. It once was a buck, or used to be, now that it had been picked over by scavengers and left in the Arizona summer's sun, it was a husk with bits of fur beginning to sink against the bones. Letting out a guttural snarl, he sunk to his knees and tore into the soft underbelly, pulling out a fistful of the left over entrails. Then a shrill, horrible noise filled the air. Pulling his face out of the buck's gore with a hiss, he looked up just in time to see the moving blur of something sprinting towards the edge of town. Clambering to his feet with a shriek, he began running towards the shape, his movements erratic, almost excited. And with the sudden interruption of the night's normal silence, the others in the town stir and soon a hoard of undead had begun to assemble in front of a house, tearing at the walls and the doors between them and the living being inside, shattering windows and climbing over each other to be the firsts to get to source.
"s**t, s**t s**t s**t.." Melanie had never been so mad in her life, not at her parent's sudden, nasty divorce, not when her boyfriend left, when she found out she had been denied her scholarship, not ever as much as she was now. Mad at the fact that she had lost track of time looking for supplies, mad that she hadn't noticed the sun sinking into the nearby lake until it was nearly the twilight, but the biggest peeve she had towards herself right now was accidentally bumping into that small red Honda, parked right in front of the house she had decided to hide in for the night. Yes, she had seen it, even made a mental note to search in it when she left, but somehow, some way, she managed to bump it just right, making the old car's shrill alarm start. By some weird, bad luck, this car had been left alone for four long, miserable months, no one, alive or dead, had bumped it or tried to go through it, leaving it for the brunette to accidentally bump it with her bag. 'BAM' Letting out another string of whispered curses, she ducked further down behind the kitchen's cabinets, trying to make herself as small as possible. There were too many, she could count at least eight of the dead pursuers before she had slammed the door shut, locking it and shoving the old brown couch in front of it and heading to the back of the house. They were banging on the doors, the windows, even just the front of the house. Eventually, they were going to get in and she only had enough bullets to take out three if she could manage head shots in the dark. There had been a gun in the last house's bedside table, but no extra bullets. With a sigh, she pressed her back against the cabinet, feeling tears threatening. She was completely trapped, it was hours before dawn and even if she could manage to get out of the house, she wouldn't be able to outrun them long. There was a loud crack of the front door splintering, she was running out of time. Then an idea, a stupid, crazy idea came into her mind. The attic.. she had seen a tree poking around the corner of the backyard.. it may have been tall enough to reach near the house, near enough to a window. If it was, she could perhaps climb out and make a run for it, maybe. Even if it wasn't, it may be safer to get higher, maybe she could wait them out. "What if.." she murmured, taking a deep breath, "what if we trying pulling a bad move to fix another?" Nodding to herself, she jumped up and peeked about the corner, from the sounds of the wood splintering and the glass, she didn't have long. Steeling herself, she gripped the heavy bag on her shoulder and ran towards the stairs.
