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𝒛𝒐𝒆𝒚.

open    —    with zoey russo. location    —    the woods outside of camp.

even though she knew there was safety in numbers, especially given the fact that she wasn’t exactly the fastest of all the scavengers, zoey took it upon herself to venture off on her own without an ounce of hesitation. she lied to a guard, making the quick excuse that pat had instructed her to check out a nearby convenience store for the batteries — of all things, batteries — she had left behind when she had gone out last. of the three months she had been residing in ravenswood, she had spoken to their leader all of three times. none of those, did he ever tell her she could leave without any sort of backup. but the girl was bored of just sitting around, she’d finished with the chores she had been instructed to take care of and she was yearning for something to get adrenaline pumping through her veins.

zoey had been walking for probably about five minutes, zigzagging her path through the trees while making sure to stay headed in the same general direction, when she’d heard what sounded like twigs snapping and dead leaves crunching under the shallow blanket of snow. straight away, she knew it wasn’t a zombie. not only were their footsteps less precise, there was a god-awful stench that lingered along with them that she couldn’t sense in that moment. “i really don’t need a babysitter.” the brunette spoke just loud enough for whoever it was that was following her to hear without alerting any zombies that might have been within earshot. when the careful echoes of the other’s footsteps hadn’t ceased and they didn’t reply back, zoey sighed in frustration. “you know i can hear you, right?” she questioned as she turned around to face the direction she had been coming from. “you’re not exactly the lightest walker in the woods.”

   𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚, 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 jesse wasn’t. although if he were asked the former bank robber would have scoffed at the mere idea that he was anything less. just like he had when one of the guards gave him a pointed look and rolled their eyes at how easily swayed he had just been to let the girl go running off. his brow had furrowed and he darted his blue eyes across to the other standing by on patrol.   “ what? ”   he questioned, but with no answer, jesse begged the question once more.     “ batteries? ”   the other had finally answered with the same expression that contorted their features into something that had been daring jesse to push them off their post. he didn’t, but the thought was there. just ahead he could see the survivor in question hurry off into the woods. he scrunched his nose and with one more glance to the guard holding him accountable for this, he caved.   “ okay, okay. judgy. i’m going. but if she really did need batteries you can take my night shift. ”   she didn’t need batteries. he came to that conclusion as he trudged through debris scattered on the forest floor from strong winds and seasonal changes. but where she had gone? wasn’t that the million dollar question, and a mystery for the guard who soon found himself surrounded by scenery he swore he had just passed five minute ago. but all confusion had been put to rest at the sound of a twig breaking under a weighted step. immediately jesse turned to the direction of the sound. a zombie? that always was the first logical assumption, but no. just through the branches and dense forest he spotted her.  he’d only been able to follow her for what seemed to be a little over a minute before . . . busted. not once, not twice, but three times before the guard came out from behind the tree trunk that covered him from view. his hands were shoved in the pockets of his oversized jacket along with his weapon.   “ yeah? ”   jesse ventured closer to the ravenswood community member,   “ you’re not exactly the best liar. ”   he excluded the detail that it hadn’t bee him who caught onto that one, which was saying something given it was all he did since arriving. 

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𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕:  ‘  snooping  ’                         𝒇𝒐𝒓:  román ( @walkingbaiit​ )

𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝟷. 

   𝒋𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆’𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 against the roof of his mouth as he paced the small confines of the shared room he was supposed to call home. boredom had plagued the off duty guard which was odd given how much he had complained about not having a room that was just his and yet, when given the chance to have it all to himself he didn’t care much for it. jesse sighed and looked to his left where his bed had remained unmade the entitreity of the day, blankets were folded at the bottom in a sloppy manner. his clothes he had just changed out of in favor of clean clothes laid on the floor and the soaked towel, why tossed on román’s spare pair of boots of course. he’d love that. 

wet dark brown curls fell in front of jesse’s eyes that he was quick to push out of his face at the sight of something, dare say intriguing. it was just under one of the university books that jesse spotted the notebook wedged between the pages of the book. he stood there with little time to contemplate. eyes darted to the door then to the notebook and before any sort of formal argument against his actions could be formed in his head the notebook was in his grasp, pages flipped open as he sat down on román’s bed; at least that one was made. ‘ so, this guy was an artist ’ jesse thought as he flipped through the sketches of what seemed to be a collection of whatever román could find to draw since arriving at ravenswood. but upon hearing the doorknob jiggle, jesse quickly sprang up. the notebook he'd stashed under his roommate’s pillow of all places, but by far jesse’s biggest mistake was that he just sat there on the bed that wasn’t his. 

his gaze averted from the door and down to the bed he bounced on once or twice, as if checking the mattress.   “ how do you feel about switching sides? ”   jesse spoke up before román could protest. 

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𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕:  ‘  made with an agenda  ’                         𝒇𝒐𝒓:  sander wyatt ( @walkingbaiit​ )

𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢.

   𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒂’𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 against the plastic wrap that covered the sandwich she had just made. with love? well that was what people were supposed to say right? ‘ made it with love ’ but dana’s reason came with an agenda. it seemed to be the case with most of the things she had done since the outbreak. it was her survival.   “ so, ”   she approached the boy she had come to know decently well since their run in a few weeks prior to their stumble upon ravenswood. it was pure luck he didn’t turn out to be just like the addicts her group had run into mere days before sander had been found, but then again, it always was the kind looking ones that were the most dangerous, wasn’t it?   “ i uh, i made you this, ”   she extended her reach with the sandwich, or well version of a sandwich with crackers for bread and meat that had been hunted. it wasn’t anything gourmet by a stretch, but it was thoughtful, wasn’t it? that’s what she had been going for, thoughtful.   “ in case you get hungry on your trip today. ”   she paused.   “ you are going today, right? scavenging? ”

her attention hadn’t been entirely held as a community member had passed the two with a wave of acknowledgement, but dana’s own had been simply a nod and a fabricated smile that hardly held any weight as her blue eyes followed them out the room.   “ are you scared? ”   her attention snapped back to the familiar face.   “ i mean, you must get used to it or . . . ”   her bottom lip caught between her teeth, an effort to buy herself time as she worked out the proper wording for her request.   “ sander, listen. if i were to ask you to get something do you think you could look for it? i’ll even write it down so you don’t forget. please. ”

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𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒉.

the hunt today, in dinah’s opinion, had been a total bust. the deer she had spent the better part of her morning tracking had been spooked off by distant gunfire, and most of the traps she had spread around had turned up mostly empty. not to mention the nasty cut on her calf that she had gotten tripping over a tree branch. upon returning back to base, all the woman managed to bring in with her were couple of rabbits, enough to sustain a few people at least. having already dropped off the game at the community center, dinah had found a bench outside the residence to relax under the sun, the cold air biting at her cheeks, which she paid no mind to. with a huff, dinah closed her eyes and tilted her head back, groaning with exhaustion.  “  fuck, i need booze … or a cigarette … or anything . ”

   “ 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒅𝒂𝒚? ” casie had been just a few paces away consoling a teen who had begun to panic over the idea that their mother, who was part off the scavenging group on occasion, wouldn’t make it back. of course, she didn’t know herself if they would but as far as casie was concerned lying about it did no one any favors, especially the teens. they were smart, they didn’t need to be coddled and their certainly would call out anyone who painted a rosy picture of their situation. no matter how someone twisted it, a zombie apocalypse was not going to end with ‘ happily ever after. ’ so maybe there was some sort of breath of fresh air that came with the woman who was just done with everything that came with the day. it certainly was a mutual feeling going around.   “ i didn’t see any cigarettes during inventory, ”   which meant a few people would start a riot in favor of the nicotine fix,   “ but there is a bottle or three of the godawful cooking chardonnay, if you want to trade anything for that poison. ”   but before anything more could be said, casie reached to the back pocket of her jeans where she pulled a milky way from. the candy bar was waved about to gain notice from the other as casie’s dark brown eyes peered down at dinah.   “ how do you feel about year old chocolate? i’m willing to go halves with you. ”

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𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕:  ‘  lost and found  ’                         𝒇𝒐𝒓:  emily singh ( @wastcfm​​ )

𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝟹𝚋.

   𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 moved about, tossed even, as delicate hands frantically felt against the soft worn fabric. nothing. dana huffed as she sat back from her former kneeling position on her bed. her fingers gripped at the bedding once more for the feeling of cold metal, but again, nothing.   “ ugh! come on, come on where are you, ”   she pleaded with the inanimate object, only to toss the pillow off the stiff mattress and to the floor when her engraved lighter hadn’t miraculously appeared. dana bit the inside of her cheek and her blue eyes peered around the room she shared with emily. before the california native had begun her frantic search and turned her side of the room upside down it had been in pristine condition, or well, what would constitute as pristine condition given the circumstances. 

however now, ‘ it looked like a tornado hit it, ’ as her father often said when he stood in the doorway of her room back in monterey bay. the round about way he always told her to clean her room and words that now echoed in her mind as she surveyed the mess made. frustration could do that to a person, especially one like dana who held little regard for patience. even less so when it was something she clung to for dear life if nothing but for the sake of sentimental value.   “ stupid, stupid, stupid, ”   she muttered to herself before pale pink chapped lips were pressed into a firm line and once more, blue eyes wandered over to emily’s side of the room. the side that could have had the words light / dark academia stamped across it, fit for an english novelist, even now. 

the bed creaked under the girl’s weight until she was one foot then two feet on the ground, stood beside the blankets she had taken her frustration out on with only one step taken forward before her head ( and hair ) whipped towards the door at the sound of a voice on the other side. dana paused.  “ em? ”

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𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒂.

— FROM: ALMA

the mornings alma woke still dripping in the tethers of sleep were a blessing. sun crept in through her room’s window in tendrils and the sounds of those already awake met her ears. her mind was hazy and, to put it simply, it was nice. she could exist in blissful ignorance until her unconscious self woke up — then grief’s grip held onto her heart as she remembered what the world she lived in had become. perhaps these mornings were no blessing, perhaps they were more a curse than anything else. with such mornings, she found herself drifting through the day on autopilot, doing what was needed and little else.

today was no exception.

she went to the community meeting and stood at the back. being near the door meant she could leave as soon as it was over, instead of feigning friendliness to all those who lingered. maybe it would be soothing to have a distraction from the weight of reality, but alma did not want to know how she’d feel if it wasn’t. instead of mumbling pleasantries, she walked out as soon as she could, heading towards one of the other rooms in the community building. she could maintain a social facade there without existing within a swarm of a crowd.

alma sat in a seat that faced the doorway, letting her shoulder bag slip from her arm and onto the floor. she reached for her pocket, slipping a deck of cards out, and she pulled out the cards before she set the box down on the table. the cards were worn and soft in her hands, and as she tried to shuffle their age made it a challenge. she exhaled a slight huff, struggling a moment longer before she allowed herself the thought that they might be well-enough mixed.

she glanced up and around the room, her voice quiet as she asked, “ would anyone care to play a hand or two ? ”

   𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 who’d stuck around after the community meeting, and jesse certainly wasn’t one of them. he’d likened it to those kids who stayed late after class because they just had to talk more or raised their their hand to remind the teacher of homework. he hadn’t been one of those either. but, he thought of them the same way, kissing up to the man in charge. even when the world came to an end there were still those type of people. the sight in passing caused him to roll his blue eyes and nearly bump into a middle aged woman in the process before he had ducked into a nearby room; one that had little in the way of company, or at least no one that jesse had immediately gravitated towards. he was particular in that way. well, there had been one familiar face, but even then not so much as a glance had been given in her direction. left to his own devices, he found a chair to slouch in near the back of the room and away from the two men who kept going on about their rations or what they were going to eat that night. community living was in a word, domestic. at least by comparison to the life right outside these walls and what he heard only confirmed that, not if they were going to eat, but what. jesse had only bothered to listen in on a few words here and there before his attention had turned to the familiar girl announce something regarding cards but her murmured words only left the off-duty guard to sit there and wait for someone else to answer her. his gaze trailed from the men, to the woman and child seated off to his left and then to the brunette with a bob, but no one said a thing. his knee bounced as he sat there and eyes continued to wander. the few people in the room hadn’t even acknowledged her until,   “ yeah, ”   jesse spoke up once what felt like an eternity had passed.  he moved from one seat to the next, directly across from the girl whose name had escaped him. had she even told him her name?   “ alright, ”   jesse shifted the weight of his body against the seat of the worn cushion. the chair creaked.   “ you know i knew this guy who was a gambler back in pittsburgh. his wife called him an addict, but he was damn good at blackjack. ”   he gave a nod to the deck shuffled between the brunette’s fingers,   “ so what are you playing? go fish? ”   because that was about as much as jesse remembered how to play, a game from adolescence. 

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「 aaron taylor-johnson. twenty-nine. cis male. he/him. 」 —  is that 𝑱𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑵 “𝑱𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑬” 𝑱𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑵 i just saw hiding on campus with an 𝑮𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑲 𝑷𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑳? good thing they caught up with the group before they become zombie chow. they’ve been with the group for about 𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲𝑺 now, helping out mostly as a 𝑮𝑼𝑨𝑹𝑫. they remind me of CONCEALED HAND TREMORS ; STORIES THAT NEVER QUITE ADD UP FROM THE LAST ; DOORS BEING CLOSED FROM PRYING EYES. that’s probably why they’re known for being pretty 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑮𝑰𝑪, but i’ve heard a rumor that they can be 𝑰𝑴𝑷𝑼𝑳𝑺𝑰𝑽𝑬 as well. too bad there’s no chance of them surviving all of this.

𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺. 𝑷𝑰𝑵 𝑩𝑶𝑨𝑹𝑫. 

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒇��𝒄𝒕𝒔 • 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 : jonathan benjamin jensen • 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜 : jesse, ohio • 𝚍.𝚘.𝚋. : september 23, 1991 • 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 : detriot, michigan  • 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 : cincinnati, ohio • 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : personal trainer. bank robber part of ‘ ohio five ’

• 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 : grew up in a mixed religion household ( christian and jewish ) • 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : tbd  • 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 : very single, blew that one 

• 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 : 5′11 ( 1.80 m ) • 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 : 194.2 lbs • 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 : dark brown • 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 : blue

• 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 : not supposed to know that  • 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : he won’t tell you  • 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 : n/a

• 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 : glock pistol  • 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚋 : guard ( not entirely trusted yet ) • 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 : wooden bead bracelets, five of them

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tw: robbery. presumed death. 

jonathan jensen hailed from the great state of ohio, or was it michigan? maybe it was wisconsin. right, but he lived with father, no siblings and his mother, he never knew her...or was it that she bounced when he was young? taken away for her own health? every time it would be a different version; she had red hair, dyed red. no it was natural but she was a bottle blonde and she liked to sing, but she had a terrible voice. she was even offered a contract to sing once, but she wasn’t in his life. his father was a smooth guy, a real james dean type, but people said he looked like presley and he was intimidating, but shorter than jesse turned out to be with a real mcconaughey flare when he talked. or wasn’t that he was a drunk and jesse was a spitting image of him? and his brothers, but he didn’t have those, well they were twins and he was the second oldest of five boys, and he hated being an only child . . . 

and in school he had these best friends that had such a good influence on him, but they were the wrong crowd and jesse’s dad didn’t like them. so they spent every saturday over at his house, but he grew up in a trailer park and when his aunt died she left the house to them, and a year ago he was at her funeral. so, what was it?

well, the truth was always a matter of circumstance to jesse, but those who were there always could dispute the tall tales. so while his early years never had lined up, the truth of the matter was he had ended up with the wrong people, a group known by local news as the ohio five . . . yeah, he wasn’t impressed by the name either. these five were bank robbers, they were hitting smaller local banks but eventually branched out and gained the attention of WCMH NBC4. long story short, and the one that he doesn’t share, he was the scapegoat when things got rough. handcuffed, booked and oh yeah, charges dropped. the arrest had been deemed unlawful, insufficient evidence that couldn’t add up to be him and oh yeah, the cop was paid off. 

as to question why jesse would even consider such a thing, well partly because he had come to romanticize those old gangster films, something he still loves today and, desperate times. his mother, his brother, his best friend, his girlfriend, his father, there was always a reason to keep going for one more stint. besides, how many people could say that group of five would be there for them at the end of the world? well, actually he couldn’t either. funny, you’d think five men willing to break the law for personal gain would be a little more trustworthy. 

two months into the end of the world and they had all bailed on each other. jesse took off with his at the time girlfriend ( that part is important ) and her sister. about seven months in they had come across a hoard and survivors stuck in a high school. in an effort to help, but also take the medical supplies and canned food, jesse’s girlfriend had slipped and fallen in with the last of the other group they were helping to get out. they had managed to hold off the hoard until that point. everything was a blur after that but the one thing jesse will never be able to forget is that he willingly saved the stranger in favor of his girlfriend who he presumed dead after that. her sister wasn’t all that thrilled about that either. but it wasn’t until they had a run-in with two of the guys from the ohio five that she took off. she didn’t trust them, and she had every reason not to.

about a month prior to jesse’s arrival a dispute about returning to ohio for family caused the ohio five to turn into the ohio four, at least from those who were presumed alive at the time. jesse and the other guy split, going on their separate ways and there he was, ravenswood, for what was supposed to be a few days stay before heading back to ohio, only, it lasted a little bit longer. from what people at ravenswood have been told, jesse was a cop back in ohio, or was it a firefighter? who, well you know the rest, it changes by the hour.

* note: this poorly written intro is subject to change but all major elements will remain. it’s just very messy and i’m missing a few things too, or well a lot with this one.

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「 kristine froseth. twenty-five. cis female. she/her. 」 —  is that 𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑹𝑶𝒁𝑮𝑨 i just saw hiding on campus with 𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑲𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑺? good thing they caught up with the group before they become zombie chow. they’ve been with the group for about 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑯𝑺 now, helping out mostly as a 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹. they remind me of FALSE PROMISES HIDDEN BEHIND AN EARNEST VOICE ; WORN AND TATTERED RIBBONS USED TO TIE UP LONG LOCKS ; HAND HOLDING IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT. that’s probably why they’re known for being pretty 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻, but i’ve heard a rumor that they can be 𝑪𝑶𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑬 as well. too bad there’s no chance of them surviving all of this.

𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺. 𝑷𝑰𝑵 𝑩𝑶𝑨𝑹𝑫. 

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔

• 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 : dana marie rozga ( pronounced the “wrong way” ) • 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜 : california, disney, whatever other nicknames likened to her job • 𝚍.𝚘.𝚋. : october 21, 1995 • 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 : monterey, california • 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 : anaheim, california • 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : cast member at disneyland parks • 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 : raised catholic • 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : bisexual  • 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 : single

• 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 : 5′6 and a half ( 1.70 m ) • 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 : 125.5 lbs • 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 : dark blonde/light brown • 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 : blue

• 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 : lukas razga. olivia anne sommers. • 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : only child  • 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 : n/a • 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 : ice skating blades ( long story ) • 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚋 : general member • 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 : engraved lighter 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚

tw: divorce, if i’m missing anything i’m sorry!

she was too young to understand why her parents had chosen separate living accommodations in the wake of what was to be a divorce, but she knew she had made the right decision to live with her father primarily. while dana loved her mother she was a bit, eccentric. she was the apple of her mother’s eye, but also the person her mother placed too much attention and time on. she had ideas for dana’s future, that was certain, ones that she were to thrilled about but her mother had good intentions. maybe not so much the day she tried to sign the family up for a reality tv show after befriending a family who had one out in florida.

her life wasn’t anything special growing up, nothing that would have made the local news or put her name on the internet, but it was different. dana was homeschooled until she went to high school, which yeah i guess she did have her cady haron moment, just nothing at all like it. there was something different about monterey bay, smaller for sure, picturesque, of course but everyone knew everything about everyone. it was the one thing dana hated about it. maybe that’s because there wasn’t much to know. she loved to ice skate with her best friend, she liked to swim but she hated sharks, and she hated being reprimanded, by anyone. she hated change and never did anything unless she knew she wouldn’t fail at it. she loved converse, the hightops, hated the popular girl in school who had everyone's attention and sometimes looked at her best friend in a way that was just a little more than that. 

when dana was seventeen she got her first job working at the monterey bay aquarium with her best friend, violet, that’s where she met the rest of the people who would later try to survive the end of the world with her. and that was another story entirely . . .

after high school dana and two of the people she knew from work had all taken a trip down to l.a. for college, but her college days were sporadic. she changed her major at least five times and had taken a year off after her first year and hadn’t even become a sophomore until she was twenty-three, and then she left. she got another job working at the happiest place on earth . . . though in reality that’s only for the guests, and her best friend got married to a man she met on tinder and moved to the other side of the country. her father started dating again and her mother, well she had started up some overpriced yoga retreat that had one out of five star yelp reviews for being a scam. so in the grand scheme of things, everyone was moving on, everyone but dana. change wasn’t something she dealt with all that well and when the world came to an end, she handled it worse than most. 

dana was with a few friends on a roadtrip from california to georgia where her best friend had moved to. and when the news hit, they were in texas and by the time they reached mississippi, chaos broke out. 

mini story time! how she got those ice skates. 

before the road trip, one of her friends, theo, had been working at an ice skating rink, the one she met him at. before he left he had been fired from his job and since theo was one who was a bit of a jokester and liked to “ stick it to the man ” they ended up stealing all the rental ice skates they could in a black duffle bag. a bit of a good-bye prank if you will. so that would be the reason dana had made makeshift weapons with the abundance of ice skates he had since this all started. 

dana wasn’t the best person to have around when all this happened. as she didn’t care for change she was also a bit of coward, self-preserving was her motto since day one and she always takes care of herself before others, and always had. there are stories she won’t share for fear of how people will view her after hearing them, but her group had dwindled from mississippi to virginia and a good amount of the blame for that fell onto her shoulders. she didn’t want to risk saving someone if it meant she might be in harms way and the only person from her group who came to ravenswood with her has chosen not to say anything because he’s waiting, waiting for the right time to share the tales of her adventures. it’s better to have that sort of leverage over someone i guess. but maybe she has a secret on him too and it’s just waiting to see who cracks first.

* note: this poorly written intro is subject to change but all major elements will remain. it’s just very messy and i’m missing a few things.

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「 nathalie emmanuel. thirty-two. cis female. she/her. 」 —  is that 𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑻  i just saw hiding on campus with 𝑨𝑿𝑬? good thing they caught up with the group before they become zombie chow. they’ve been with the group for about 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑯𝑺 now, helping out mostly as a 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑳𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑹. they remind me of PINKY PROMISES TAKEN SERIOUSLY ; AN INFECTIOUS LAUGHTER FILLING THE ROOM ; HUMMING TCHAIKOVSKY WHILE SHE WORKS. that’s probably why they’re known for being pretty 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬, but i’ve heard a rumor that they can be 𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑵𝑻 as well. too bad there’s no chance of them surviving all of this.

𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺. 𝑷𝑰𝑵 𝑩𝑶𝑨𝑹𝑫. 

𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 • 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 : casie mayerlin stewart • 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜 : tbd • 𝚍.𝚘.𝚋. : february 15, 1989 • 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 : worcester, massachusetts • 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 : new york city, new york • 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : flautist • 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 : agnostic  • 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : tbd  • 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 : it’s complicated ( and sad )

• 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 : 5′7 ( 1.71 m ) • 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 : 134.7lbs • 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 : dark brown • 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 : brown

• 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 :  charles and juliana • 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : older half-brother • 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 : n/a • 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 : axe  • 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚋 : supply manager  • 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 : husband’s wedding band

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 

tw: death, automobile accident, apologies if i’m missing something. 

her last memory was the sweetest, well the one casie wanted to remember. chinese takeout every thursday, curled up on the couch with her husband watching sitcom reruns that had aired over a decade ago. he was a professor who had just gotten a job change to the university in virginia where his ill mother lived. and casie, was a flautist who had just landed a position for the new york philharmonic. five years of marriage and it was only now they had come to realize they wanted different things, but they loved each other and were doing everything they could to make it work; even if casie wanted to stay in new york and her husband wanted to stay in virginia. so they tried. 

different housing. different cities. different states. but they tried. sometimes that’s all anyone can do. she was in virginia visiting her husband when it happened, the 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. that very night talk of divorce would have occurred, not for a lack of love, lack of just everything else. but it didn’t. the days prior casie had paid little mind to the talk of this disease. all she really cared about at seven in the morning was getting a cup of coffee before her morning jog and it was such a small thing that she never realized had brought her so much joy until she was deprived of sleep for days, hadn’t eaten a thing in over twelve hours and clinging to the handle of an axe she’d found behind an abandoned house. 

it was the simple things she’d come to miss. the wise words of wisdom her mother gave her during five pm phone calls as they talked about how much casie missed her mother’s cooking, the sound of her father’s radio because he was too old school for podcasts on his phone, her brother’s car horn honking in the driveway the day he had arrived back from deployment, trying a few rounds sparring with his brother when he taught her how to box for the first time. and it was the memories of that happy childhood she had, or not always so happy; coming home crying for things she couldn’t control or things she enjoyed, like the flute. but those living room recitals she put on for her family more than made up for those harsh playground words. 

after all, it was her father who encouraged her to keep going, even if classical wasn’t his father, it sure was her mothers. and it was her family who stood by her, even when it seemed the world came crashing down, but there was one thing casie always knew since the day the apocalypse happened, she was happy her parents didn’t have to witness this. while she missed them every day since their death a year ago from a driving incident, it was better to have those happy memories. and while casie might have created something of a home with the people of ravenswood, working as a supply manager and helping those she could, the day her husband declared he was going to search for his brother south of virgina without her was the day she said goodbye. maybe for good. that was well over a month ago but it was only a few weeks ago she had found his wedding ring tucked under one of the blankets. a sign to remember what was left of him because he knew he wasn’t come back or a sign he’d return? 

* note: this poorly written intro is subject to change but all major elements will remain. it’s just very messy and i’m missing a few things. 

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closed writing blog .  ｄｅｐｅｎｄｅｎｔ vs. hollowlandhq! , featuring  𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕  ,  𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒛𝒈𝒂  ,  𝒋𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆 𝒋𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏   ;  original characters penned by 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆 . est . 2021 .

casie   :   𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 .  𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 .  𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 .  —  𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜 .  𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 .  —  𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 .  𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 .

dana   :   𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 .  𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 .  𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 .  —  𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜 .  𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 .  —  𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 .  𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 .

jesse   :   𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 .  𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 .  𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 .  —  𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜 .  𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 .  —  𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 .  𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 .