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Name: Karianna Marseilles
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Looks: [x]
Personality: Karianna is a very athletic girl, loving to jog and swim to keep herself fit, it comes as second nature to her. She is rather quiet and tends to keep more to herself than normal, though she is kind once she warms to you and she gets to know you. She is very prickly and defensive, and makes it clear how she feels. She has a quick temper and amazing fighting skills. She can be rather grumpy at times and lacks empathy but it has helped keep her alive all her time on the street.
Bio: After watching her mother die at the hands of her father and then him take his own life at the age of five Karianna became hardened to the ways of the world. Living in foster care for most of her life she broke free at the age of sixteen and got herself a city apartment. She was there for a year when the infection struck. All her neighbours turned against her as did the rest of the general population, she fled the city and took to the outskirts and countryside, moving from place to place every so often, travelling light. She has been doing that for the past two years, the people she meets who are actually human dwindling ever lower. Fearing for her safety she has now decided to get outseide of the country border and into the safety zone.
Race: Human
Other: Is an animal lover, her heart tearing in two when her pet cat Moses was hit by a car when she was seventeen

Name: Mikaela Anderson.
Age: 19.
Gender: Female.
Looks: windriderx23.deviantart.com
Personality: Quick temper, very stubborn. Prefers to live alone.
Bio: Her parents left her to fend for herself when she was ten. She learnt how to fight and travels to keep safe.
Race: Human.
Other: Finds it hard to trust people.

I woke up with a crick in my neck and an aching back, I would have to move on from here today, sleeping in this cave was safer than out on the roadside, but would take a few hours off my journey and was playing havoc with my bones. I slowly sat up and stretched before reaching into my pack for breakfast.

I didn't have much food left, just the canned preserves and even they were running low. I found a tin of peaches and hacked it open with my knife, taking a long swig and draining some of the juice into my mouth, swallowing slowly and savouring every mouthfull. I then dug in hungrilly with my hands and devoured the tin within five minutes.

I wiped my sticky hands and then resumed to pack up my stuff, putting away my walkman and rolling up my sleeping bag. I did a quick check of my stash and then pulled my bag onto my back. I shook it into place and then walked out of the cave. I started my way down the rocky hillside, my boots slipping in the scree, making me stumble. It was around seven in the morning and the sun was hanging low on the sky. By the time I made it to the bottom of the hill it was around ten.

"Great," I muttered "That's most of my energy and my day gone."

I looked around and dodged across the road, walking in the shade of the trees next to it, not only would it keep me cool in the midday sun but hide me from veiw of passing by travellers, be they friendly or fierace I don't want to meet them.

I opened my eyes to be nearly blinded by the sunlight. I sat up slowly and stretched, I didn't want my muscles aching up on me. I got to my feet and took a drink of water before picking up my bag and getting on my motorcycle. I started it and soon I was speeding down the road.

My feet were starting to ache. I may have walked for nearly two years of my life and had decent boots, but that didn't mean that I was used to it, heck, I was anything but. My whole body protested with the effort of it all, it wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep for a hundred years. Though that wouldn't be happening now, would it?

I had lunch around twelve. I ate a candy bar and a tin of sweetcorn. I didn't like cold corn much but it was one of the only things that could sustain my hunger and not be too weird to have for lunch, not that eating cold corn wasn't weird enough. I do try to keep a balanced diet, but when you don't see s deserted shop that hasn't been picked clean of anything useful for a few months at a time it can be hard. I tossed my tin deep into the bushes and carried on walking.

I saw a small lane leading down a hill, away from the roadside. I walked to the top and looked down. It seemed to lead down to a river. I smiled and walked along the lane, keen to get away from more mainstream places of transportation, also to fill up my canteen which has been dangerously low for the last few days, that's why I have been eating moist food, to try and make what little water I have last longer.

I'd been travelling for a while when I saw an empty shop. I stopped and took my gun out, walking carefully towards the door. When I saw it was clear, I decided to check for food and some cigarettes. I found food, but no luck finding my cancer sticks. I sighed and put the last few tins into my backpack.

After about half an hour I got down to the stream. I smiled, it looked so clear and blue. I looked at it for a moment before reaching into my pack and pulling out my canteen. I opened the top and held it into the stream, filling it right to the top before pulling it out and taking a deep swig, nearly draining it, and refilled it again. I did this about three times until I felt that my thirst was satisfied. It felt so nice to have unlimeted water and I felt like I could drink forever.

I surveyed the spot I was in, it looked really secluded, nice and peacful. If only I had enough food to last me I would have stayed here. It seemed so safe. Sadly I had barely enough tins to last me the week, so if I didn't try to find a place I would likely starve. I sighed and bid a slient goodbye to my stream before wandering on, walking by the banks to see where it led.

I was starting to feel sleepy, all the water and the corn and the sun was having an affect on me. I yawned and carried on walking, I needed to try and find a suitable place to crash by nightfall. I looked up at the sky which was growing duller by the minute. It was going to rain. Great. Just what I needed.

I pulled my jacket closer to me and wlaked on, seeing a road infront of me, and a building. I was nearing a village. I silently reached into my bag and pulled out a knife, just for safetys sake, and walked on.

I decided to take a wander round the place, to see if there was a place I could stay for the night. I was just walking along the road when I saw a girl about my age carrying a knife. I took my gun out again and aimed it at her.
"STOP!!!"I yelled,"ARE YOU HUMAN?!?!?!"

I jumped and whipped round to see that there was a girl, a rather pretty girl around my age, pointing a gun at me, screaming at me. I stared at her and held my hands out defensively.

"No, I'm a bloody alien! Of course I'm human. I haven't ran at your neck yet have I? Will you point that thing away from me?" I shouted back at her, narrowing my eyes.

I sighed and put the gun down before walking towards her. I wasn't going to put the gun away, this girl could rob me...

The girl lowered her weapon, sighing, and walked towards me. I gripped my knife tight in my hands and stayed perfectly still. I was still ready to fight, just incase she was a prowler, going to rob me and steal the precious little food I had.

"What's your name?" I asked her when she was about four paces away from me.

I looked up,"I'm Mikaela."I lowered my weapon and continued to walk towards her,"You?"

I watched her like a hawk, lowering my knife to my side, still gripping it tightly, I could see my knuckles were growing white. Mind you, she was the first person I saw in about a month.

"Karianna," I replied "Though I hate it, so I mostly get called Anna."

I didn't point out I hadn't seen anyone who knew me well enough to find out my name, or call me Anna in over a year.

I forced a smile and stuck my hand out,"I have to say, you are the first human I've seen in a while!"

I could tell that her smiled was false. Nevertheless I grinned back and shook her hand, my facial muscled were rather sore from not being used in ages.

"I would have to agree with you there, there isn't too many people wandering around the streets that aren't infected these days. You have to be careful. Where are you off too anyway? Back there is a dead end. I just came that way," I said to her, pleasantly enough, but I was still on edge.

I looked at her,"I'm just wandering, y'know, looking for food. If you want, you can stay for dinner?"

I looked at her. It was such a normal suggestion, I nearly started to laugh. I composed myself.

"That would be lovely, but I can't take your food, not when there is so little of it going around," I said, I cast my eyes back "Is there anything decent in that building, anything worth salvaging?"

I wanted nothing more than to stay with her for dinner, perhaps we could walk to the safe zone together. Safety in numbers and all. Some reason I didn't think it would be possible though.

I shook my head,"Nah, I got the last of it, that's why I'm asking you to stay for dinner..."

I considered, not sure what to say, I really didn't want to put her out.

"How much food do you have? I don't feel right taking some of yours," I said slowly

I smiled,"I have enough, so do you want to have dinner then? You look hungry!"

I grinned back at her.

"Only if your sure, and if I'm perfectly honest, I absolutely starved," I said and started to laugh, I loosened the grip on my knife but still didn't put it away. As long as there was a gun on display I didn't want to be defenceless. "So," I said "Where did you come from?"

I put my gun away and led her over to my bike. I turned to look at her.
"Did you see any places that we could hide? It's just that they can often smell the food too."

I saw her store away her gun so I stashed my knife back into my pack and followed her. She had a bike, a pretty sweet bike too. I smiled and gently stroked the paintwork, uttering a small 'wow' at how shiny it looked in the hot afternoon sun.

I thought. "Hm. Not any decent places. I suppose we could always go inside the old building? But other than that I was in a cave last night and that is about two miles back and a two hour walk up a scree riden hillside," I said

I shrugged,"I guess we'll stay in the building then, but we have to take turns on nightwatch. I had a vamp just walk into my camp one night..."

I shuddered. I wondered how she managed to fight it off, then I remembered the gun. Did I really want to be alone with her? For some reason I threw caution to the wind and followed her into the building. I cleared away some of the rubble to the sides and had a look at the stuff left on the shelves.

I picked up certain items, weighing them up, and storing some in my bag, toilet rolls, two candy bars, a small bit of rope, a childrens book and a cassette tape.

"Useful for trading," I said more to myself than to her. "So, whats for dinner?"