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Name: Alison Carrace

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Personality: Alison has a shell that is very hard to break through, as she doesn't just open up to any old person. She's a girl with lots of secrets and generally prefers to keep to herself. When you first meet her, she will either not talk to you or come across as cold and hostile. Because of those two first impressions she's technically a person that not a lot of people 'like', exactly. She's made lots of enemies in the past simply because she isn't a friendly person. She's a bit rude and very sarcastic, which causes other people to see the wrong side of her most of the time. She isn't evil, not at all - she's actually a very good soul. She's just quite misunderstood and no one is brave enough to stick with her long enough to see the real her. The moment she decides she trusts you she'll slowly begin to open up, and the old Alison will shine through. When this happens you'll realize this was probably her personality before the zombie apocalypse, before she lost nearly everything she knew and loved. She's actually quite funny and she just wants a friend to stand by, but it seems that this is nearly impossible as she and everyone else are going to be engulfed in darkness whether they like it or not. Alison is typically smart and clever, and she can't be fooled that easily. She has common sense and she hates it when someone says something stupid.

Backstory: Alison used to be different. She used to be a cheerful, friendly teenager, a bit greedy and selfish at times but basically your general American teenage girl. She had lots of friends, a big happy family, and she was also quite wealthy. She had pretty much anything she could ask for, and she was content with her life. That's when the zombie apocalypse began and everything took a turn for the worse. While her two younger brothers and her older sister were... well, turned, she watched her own parents kill themselves just before the zombies took their humanity away. Blood splattered the borded window she had been watching through and she accidentally let out a shriek, causing the zombies to pause in their tracks and dumbly look around for this noise that was strange to them. Petrified, Alison slowly backed away and sped into the shadows of the night, not quite sure where she was going. She didn't care where she would end up, she just wanted to remain alive. After a few days of surviving on her own and not coming across any of the walking dead, she thought she was safe and that she could go back to her hometown. Maybe this was all just a nightmare - a disgusting, terrible nightmare. That's when she came across a young man about a year or two older than her, with messy brown hair and kind yet frightened blue eyes. He extended his hand towards her and said, his voice a bit raspy, "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." Alison took his hand and he helped her up of the ground, and a smile slowly began to spread across his face. "I haven't seen another human for about a month now," he told her. "Not since..." He trailed off, his eyes growing dull as if remembering something tragic. Alison squeezed his hand and quietly told him about the walking dead, the rotting creatures that took her family and friends from her. The man said that the same thing happened to him, that he watched as his father was bitten and turned into one of them and he pretty much ate his wife alive. This sent a shudder up Alison's spine and she staggered backwards, placing a hand on her head. She told the man she needed to rest. She lay down on the cold concrete ground and the man did as well, and Alison snuggled next to him. He might be a stranger but somehow, she felt he could be trusted. When she awoke the next morning the first thing the man did was ask for her name. Alison introduced herself and returned the same question. "Alex," the man responded. "My name is Alex." For several weeks Alison and Alex were... allies, I suppose you could say, but eventually it grew to be more than that. Friends, yes, but maybe even a little more. They were in love with each other and both of them knew it. Just as Alison was about to confess her feelings to Alex, they were attacked by a horde of the walking dead, hungry for their flesh and their brains. The only way to get out of this situation was if they split up and ran in different directions. Alison was separated from her one and only love, and she ran for miles before she was sure she had lost the zombies. Exhausted, she collapsed on the surface of the earth and slept for days, her heart continuing to beat rapidly against her ribcage. When she finally awoke she was at some kind of camp, in a tent with warm blankets piled on top of her. Yet she didn't feel safe. She threw off the blankets and scrambled out of the tent. Once she was out of it she tried to stand up - that's when a searing pain shot through her legs and she tumbled back down to the ground. She glanced at her legs and saw that they were cut up and bleeding, pieces of skin torn off. She had no idea where she was so she simply sat there, freaking out. She finally decided to call for help and a girl her age immediately stepped out of another tent, her ashen hair in her face. "Oh, you're finally awake!" She pressed Alison against the ground and began bandaging her legs. Anxious to find out what was going on, Alison demanded to know who she was, where she was at, and what happened to her. The girl answered the questions out of order. "You're at the Forest Camp. You stumbled into the forest and you're legs were bleeding. I think you maybe ran into some brambles and tried to stand back up." She then pushed her ashen hair out of her face and Alison immediately recognized her. It was one of her classmates from school, Melina Vixen. She was technically a teacher's pet and not a lot of people liked her, but the two girls were often paired up together for projects. Alison randomly gave the other girl a hug and thanked her. She pleaded to ally with her and Melina agreed. Maybe the world isn't so dark after all, she was thinking, but she knew that wasn't true. Sighing, she glanced up at the starry sky that night and wondered to herself, ''Where is Alex? Is he alright?'' With a pang of sadness she hoped she would have at least been able to tell him how she felt before he was possibly killed.

Strengths: Alison is lightning fast, and is very agile, having the ability to dodge attacks easily. She's a great swimmer as well as a surviver, and she knows how to survive on her own, however she appreciates allies and is good at making them. She's also quite stealthy and a good hider.

Weaknesses: Alison isn't the best actress and people can tell when she's lying. She doesn't handle blood and gore very well and the thought of killing another human sickens her, but she'll do it if she has to. She's easily annoyed and is cold and hostile towards people she's never met before.

Weapons: Shotgun (apparently XD), dagger