Basic Info

Name || _{Haila Austin}
Nickname || _{- -}
Age || _{18 Years}
Birthday || _{March 14th 2004}
Gender || _Female

Height || _{5' 2"}
Weight || _{106 lbs}

Appearance ||

_{Haila is a rather small girl, with pale colours and the yellow-green eyes of her father. She has wavy white hair, often can be seen tucked behind her head in a bun or clipped back with purple pins. Despite her efforts though, it usually doesn't wan't to cooperate and tends to go every which way. Her deaf ears are large and rounded, and darken at the tips. Her body is dappled with patches of tabbied grey fur, and she covers it with whatever clothes she deems "comfy", not usually caring about appearance or practicality. Her small paws and long whiskers and tail are also notable features.}

Mother || - - _{Serene Austin - Alive}
Father || - - _{Phillip Austin - Deceased}

Siblings ||

<sub>- Jaqueline "Jackie" Austin - Big Sister , Alive
- Robert "Robbie" Austin - Little Brother , Alive
- Damian Grey - Adopted Big Brother , Alive</sub>

Personality

|| =Reserved || +Diligent || +Tolerant / Patient || -Clingy || -Weak || -Gullible / Naive || +Imaginative || +Cheerful / Optimistic ||

Reserved - - _{Haila likes to keep to herself, and doesn't often reach out in any attempt to get to know others. She's very family-oriented, and doesn't feel it's really required that she make too many friends. She doesn't often share her opinion on things, and instead will often go-with-the-flow for the sake of not speaking out and looking like a burden. She's very passive and shy, and will do whatever she can to avoid awkward situations because of it. Her quiet nature tends to stem from the issues she encounters when communicating with others. Since she's deaf and few outside her family know sign language, Haila is permitted to own a phone she charges at the hotel. On its little notepad systems she'll type out her messages to others and pass them the phone. This makes it easy for them to directly read her thoughts and write back their own. But passing the little gadget back and forth is something Haila acknowledges as a bit of a hassle, and worried she'll frustrate or annoy others, she figured friendship isn't worth the trouble. So she's perfectly contented with her books instead of the company of others.}
Diligent - - _{When it comes to work, the deaf feline is very devoted and focused. If asked to do something she'll do it, and likes the idea of pleasing others. She isn't very whiny, and does her best to stifle any complaining when it comes to a point where she's needed to help with something. Haila will often view her work as projects, and will strive to see them completed out of habit. She can be committed and once she is set on something she's diligent while working at it. She strives to earn her place on the island, and conscious of the special treatment she sometimes receives being the Commander's daughter, she tries to out-work it and avoid any ill-feelings from others less fortunate.}
Tolerant / Patient - - _{Always very calm, it takes a lot to push Haila's buttons. She works well under pressure and isn't very judgmental of others. Her passive nature shows through a little here as well, since she's almost never seen angry or frustrated. She can become a little sad sometimes, but that's to be expected with the end of the world, and when she's feeling down rather than lashing out at others she tends to simply grow even more quiet. Her patience also allows her to work at the same thing for hours. Whether it be picking fruit during harvest seasons, dragging water around, or unwinding with one of her books. Because of this she's capable of giving things her undivided attention without finding it too dull or loosing interest in things rapidly. Her patience is considered one of her more positive traits, since if anyone ever needs a shoulder to lean on she'll "listen" (the term being used loosely) to whatever they'd want to say (write out to her)... even though she'd probably be immensely awkward the whole while of it.}
Clingy - - _{One of her negative traits, Haila is a very needy person. Being deaf, she's been relying on the assistance of others since birth and because of it she can be a hindrance on supply runs and important jobs. Usually staying on the island, she's very aware of her need for others and can sometimes be a tad guilty of it. She sticks close to her family, and when others get to know her she'll often cling to those she trusts as well. This sometimes includes physically, in the ways of holding onto the sleeves of others when frightened. She doesn't mind being alone, but if put in a foreign situation she'll turn to others to see what they expect of her. So caught up in making sure she doesn't annoy others, she often causes this issue on the road she takes to avoid it.}
Weak - - _{Haila isn't a physically strong cat. Though she has good stamina, she's not very strong or fast and can't swing any blunt weapons with any considerable amount of force. Because of this she relies on her firearms, and even still, handling their recoil is a challenge if the gun is too big. Her pistols are the only guns she's ever really felt comfortable with, since they offer very little backfire but still get the job done. When it comes to a physical fight or restraining her, any attempts Haila makes to break free are laughable. She tries to avoid heavy lifting, and she sometimes frets if ever she had to carry somebody to safety or fight off a too-close infected, she'd struggle quite a bit. She hopes to someday outgrow her weakness.}
Gullible / Naive - - _{If she gets to know a cat, Haila becomes very trusting very quickly. She'll accept what they tell her, and even if she may form her own opinions, she won't question the words of others aloud. She has a childish outlook on others, in the way that if they're older than her they clearly know best and she should follow their instructions. Even if she's practically an adult now, she's so accustomed to wholeheartedly trusting the words of her older siblings, that her faith has bled into the older age groups in general. She views the Infected as the enemy, so clearly every cat of Anonymity can be trusted, right? She's wary of cats outside the wall after her Gang experience as a child, but she's lulled herself into a sense of security when on the island. This lax nature offers her peace of mind, but it's quite naive in today's world. She's yet to learn how to stand on her own feet.}
Imaginative - - _{After reading and re-reading countless novels, and practically living her her head sometimes, it's no wonder Haila has a wild imagination. She likes to daydream about the beauties of the world she used to live in, and clings to her brighter memories less they fade. She imagines a time where this is all done and over with, and she likes to think there'll be a day she doesn't have to be reading to be in a world as colourful and free as the ones on her printed pages. It's because of her colourful outlook that watching others draw if something she adores, and she has a deep respect for writers and artists in general. Out of all her wondering though, what seems to come up most is music. She likes to imagine what things sound like, and how music makes others feel. She's always wanted to ask, but had always been too shy to really voice her curious questions. Maybe someday she'll steel her nerve and ask others about music and sounds, and no doubt their answer would only fuel her imagination.}
Cheerful / Optimistic - - _{Haila has a habit of radiating joy. She doesn't like it when others are upset, and so she makes a point of smiling whenever she can and doing her best to lift the spirits of others. Though she doesn't like interaction, once she's comfortable enough with somebody her mission becomes to help them feel better about the hell they live in. She's not the type to joke around and be silly - no, she's far too shy for that. There's just something about the purity of her childish happiness than can sometimes become contagious if the other feline is willing. The root of this personality trait stems from Haila not wanting to be a burden, and so she does her best to stay upbeat and positive so that she doesn't bring others down or make them sad. She considers herself blessed to be one of the handful who have persevered so far through these times of infection, and she thinks it would be the ultimate low for her to think little of that gift. Though she can't hear, she doesn't mourn what she doesn't have, and instead tries her best to be appreciative of what she does. Growing up, her family never treated her inability to hear as a problem, but instead as a trait that made Haila who she was. So naturally, she finds it hard to pity herself; she convinces herself that she doesn't miss what she never had. Right?}

Community Info

Place of Residence: || _{Hotel , Command Living Quarters , Room 1623}

_{With her mother being of top position and wanting her family close, Haila's found herself living at the top floor of the Hotel since Anonymity was formed. She was quick to snag a room next door to her older sibling, and when she's in lesser moods she'll still seek Jack's comfort in "girl time" as her sister puts it. But despite having a room to call her own, Haila is often found asleep in the library just as often (if not more) than in her own bed.}

Current Weapon(s): || _{9mm Pistol , Level **}
Community Status: || _{Adult , Handicapped}

Tasks ||

_{* Farming - Quiet and deaf, Haila isn't the type of cat to be out on Supply Runs or on Guard duty. Instead, she's often seen working on the farms - the gardens specifically. She plants, waters, and tends for the seeds of new crops, and once they're ready for harvest she'll spend hours out in the fields with her baskets collecting the fruits and vegetables. Her favorite part of her work is when the Apple and Orange trees start to come bloom and come in season. Picking fruit from trees is a practice that she honestly finds very relaxing, even though it's tedious and renders her out and working all day long. She does her best to pull her weight in whatever way she can, and a job like farming doesn't require communication with others, so it's a task she finds refreshing and doesn't mind completing.
Medical Adviser - Constantly reading, it makes sense that Haila's gathered quite a library of knowledge over time. She's pretty decent with First Aid, and knows how to assist in emergencies. She's still young and doesn't know how to heal too well, but she has a knack for problem prevention. She's good at stanching bleeding and insuring wounds don't get infected, and with her love for information she learns a lot by watching and helping out the other Medical Advisers and Doctors. The main traits that got her this job, however, is her ability to keep calm under pressure and her naive dream of a cure. If there's a way to help the infected, she wants to be there when they figure it out.
Water Collector - Another job she can do quietly, Haila collects water and ensures it's boiled properly. She rarely interacts with anyone else while doing this, since it's something that needs to be done and she'd rather just focus on it. She finds this work a lot more dull and drone-like than her Farming or Healing, so when she's called on to help collect water she usually has to stifle a groan. But despite her distaste for the chore, she wouldn't deserve her place in the community without working for it, so she usually keeps her complaining to herself.}

Practical Talents ||

_{Keeping Calm - A strange but helpful talent, Haila isn't often phased in tight situations. She can keep her cool and think clearly even when under a lot of pressure to make quick decisions. This also makes it very hard to enrage her, and she rarely snaps at others. She's a very passive and submissive team player, but even so she thinks with her own mind and forms her own opinions. So whether it be at the bedside of a dying patient or in the streets fleeing from zombies, Haila will come up with her plans without letting the adrenaline influence her judgement.
Sense of Smell - Often it's been said that when one of your main 5 senses is inoperable, one or two of your others will heighten to make up for the loss. Without her hearing, Haila's always seemed to be good with her nose, and it's always been rather sensitive. Although a talent, it doesn't come in handy very often. If the smell of sick and illness is strong enough however, she can usually pick up on it. Blood is also another smell that she's grown very accustom to, and so if there's any nearby she'll be the first to know if she's paying any attention.}

History

<sub>It’s hard to think that there was ever a time I was normal. Well, as normal as a deaf girl could be. But I went to school, I played with my sister…I-I fought with Robbie over the television…. I did the kind of things you could only do when your waking moments weren’t spent running from the crazed beasts half your species had become. But eh, I’m not going to try to be all melodramatic; I have family. Cats who I love and who love me too. And while everyone around me piles their losses I still have so much left to live for. Who am I to complain? But... that doesn’t mean I don’t hurt too; nobody saw this infection coming. S-So I’ll write out my story since I guess I have to, I uhm, I’m sorry.

Growing up, I truly was a really fortunate little girl. I know that must sound a little odd coming from someone who can’t hear, but the devotion and support I got from my family… I could never thank them enough. I remember Mommy helping me learn sign language when I was little, sitting there with a little dictionary and showing me what it said, and learning herself along the way. Even my big sister Jack pitched in and learned, and soon our entire family knew a whole new language. All for me! I remember thinking that was pretty cool growing up, like we had our own secret code. It wasn’t until my first years in school that I realized our code wasn’t as cool I’d hoped.
The less shy of the kindergarten girls would hobble over to where I sat with my blocks and say hello, and I froze. I remember it – I was really young, but I remember that one day. When I saw her mouth moving, and realized she was speaking to me. I frowned; why would she try and talk to me like that? How silly! I questioned her with my hands, but she just looked frustrated and stormed off. As if I had insulted her… I mean looking back now I understand. But back then, a five-year old in a new environment, I was just confused. These cats didn’t know my language, so I just went back to playing with my blocks. It was okay, I didn’t need to talk to them. I had Mommy and Jackie, and lately one of Jack’s friends had been coming over. Damian seemed nice, and he was even trying to learn my language! I could just talk to them! I wouldn’t bother the kindergarten kids; I made them upset and I didn’t want to see anyone upset. They could play house without me.

It’s okay.

As I got older, I learned to read and write. It was hard, since I couldn’t sound out the words in my head like I was told most people do. But I managed, and once I had the hang of it, it was so very worth it. I realized reading a book one night: this was somebody talking to me. Somebody somewhere had written his book and they were speaking through these words. But yet even though I couldn’t hear them or see them, I could read what they were saying on these printed pages. I remember feeling hopeful, and feeling like I belonged with this community of novelists and readers. I wrote to others on little notepads, and even started making some friends at school. I would read and read whatever books I could find, and from there my love of the written word only grew.

For a while we were all really happy, and then Mommy even had another baby, a little brother! I was actually a big sister now, like Jackie was to me. I knew I wanted to be as good for Robbie as Jack was for me; if I could be half the big sister she was, than it would all be okay. With Dad being away and Mommy being busy with Rob, Jack and Damian really became my closest companions these years. We grew tight, inseparable. I remember Jackie used to let me braid her hair, and Damian introduced me to his dog, Edgar. I had never been that close to a dog before! I pet his head and he seemed to like the touch. He didn’t try to speak to me, and so I didn’t have answer him or any of his questions. It was…nice. I decided then I liked doggies, and I liked Damian, too. He was kind and made our family smile a lot, and by the time I was 9 he was practically a member of the family.
Which looking back on now was a good thing. We would need this closeness, because a couple short months after my ninth birthday, our world went to hell. And everything about my silent life I had tried so hard to build up all came crumbling down.

When it happened I had been so unaware. Jackie and I were upstairs sitting in her bedroom, and since we had some spare time before dinner was ready, we decided to paint our nails. Jack was showing me how; she even told me I was a natural! My hands were steady with the polish, I remember being so proud… I had glanced up to search her face for any hint towards her being impressed too, but I was surprised. She looked… frightened. I recall noticing her ears were pricked, and I assumed something loud was going on elsewhere in the house. I cocked my head to the side and frowned: I was confused. She didn’t sign anything to me, but when she grabbed my wrist and led me out of the bedroom swiftly I didn’t question it.

When I saw Daddy outside, my first reaction of course was to light up like a kid on Christmas. He wasn’t supposed to be home for ages! But he told us to pack out bags, and he looked upset. Mommy seemed worried, but you couldn’t tell by her expression. She had her “brave face” on, but the lack of light in her eyes was something I couldn’t help but notice, even being rather young. I was worried, and stuck close to my family. Daddy told us to grab only what we needed, and when Damian came over it turned out he was coming too! The roadtrip might’ve been fun if it wasn’t for urgency in my moms hands as she signed to me what I needed to bring. It didn’t sound like we were coming back, and I thought of all my friends at school. The ones who were okay with reading my little sticky note scribbles. I would miss them, but we had moved before when I was little.

It’s okay.

But as we sped out of the city, it didn’t seem that way. This wasn’t like our previous move. We weren’t just leaving, we were fleeing. Escaping. Running. And when I saw what we were running from, those ill felines who’s bodily states should’ve rendered them dead long ago… I was glad to run. I was okay with the idea of escape, because more than anything I was afraid. I tried so hard to understand the world we were in, why I couldn’t hear, why I was born like this and why we always did what we did. And now with all of this, I wanted to know why more than ever. Why was this happening to us? Why are our neighbours trying to kill us? But I had stopped asking why; nobody knew the answer to any of my questions.

Damian had clammed up completely, and noticing him alone and clutching Edgar’s collar, I imagined he probably felt alone. Robbie didn’t seem to fully understand what was going on, and didn’t like being stuck in our SUV on our long drives. Jack was trying to be strong for us, as were mom and dad. And then there was me. I stayed quiet, looking out the window. Everything was so silent, it felt like it was even more empty than it had been the first half of my life. Now it felt suffocating. I had learned what was going on to our world, and simply stopped interacting with the cats around me. I… I just didn’t want to be in the way. Everyone was upset, and I don’t like seeing others upset. Towing me safely through this new life took work and effort, and being so dependent, I felt like a burden. They couldn’t even ask me to do something without having to stop, make sure they had my attention, and then sign it out with their hands. But I never complained once, and neither did they, so I guess it couldn’t be that bad. When we sped through the open areas, sick cats trying to clamber onto out car as we passed… I just learned to close my eyes. I closed my eyes, and in the silence and the darkness, I could pretend none of it was happening. I couldn’t hear their howls and I couldn’t see their snarls or their bright sapphire eyes. I hid.

But we had a destination. We were going to go to Nana’s house, and I had hope that it would be safe there. We had been on the road for 3 weeks, and the already the days were starting to bleed together. My phone’s battery had long since died, and my few favourite books I had managed to snatch had been read through several times each. But despite this, never did I find myself actually bored. I wasn’t the kind of 9-year-old who needed to go go go all the time, and I was perfectly fine sitting in my silence in the backseat. But then again, I use the term “fine” very loosely. When we finally got to my Aunt’s place, I watched uneasily as my father exited the vehicle. A knot grew in my stomach- as it always did when somebody was away. We had one rule: stick together. I forced myself to keep calm; getting worked up wouldn’t solve a thing. Damian and Jack seemed so strong… I wanted to be strong, too. We needed to help Robbie, and make it easier for Mom and Dad. I started to think of it as my job - my duty was to be anything but the weak deaf girl who hid in her books. Or… or at least pretend I wasn’t. Having something to work towards made it easier, and I forced my heart to steady when I noticed Mommy also exiting the SUV. I just needed to trust them. Everything would be alright, because all the books I had ever sifted through said so. No matter how mad or messy it got in the middle, things would pick up near the end. Characters would smile again, and I longed for the grins I had witnessed mere months ago.
That night I thought of them. I thought about smiling, and as I curled closely against my siblings in my aunt’s house, I tried to forget the fate of its owner. Daddy told me that my aunt had been sick, but that I didn’t have to worry; there weren’t any sick cats in here now so we’d be fine. Accepting this information, I hugged him and my mother goodnight, and now here I lay. Closing my eyes tightly, sleep came very quickly without any sounds to keep me worrying.

The first bit of my morning was a hazy blur. I was woken very early by my parents, and as we started to make our way from the house I worked at wiping the sleep out of my yellow-green eyes. We never stayed in one place for too long, so I didn’t question anything as I loaded my few remaining possessions into the backseat. I would just keep out of the way and not ask questions; clearly we weren’t staying at Auntie’s, and I had to stifle my disappointment. I hadn’t slept in a bed for ages, and even though its dusty springs had prodded at my back all night, it was the best rest I’d gotten in a while. Raising my gaze, I noticed Daddy had come to give me a kiss on the forehead, as well as my other siblings. As he leaned close to me, I froze. They say the lack of one of your senses is often made up for in the strength of another, and even without my ears I had always had a decent nose. I was always been the first around the house to figure out what was in the oven when mommy cooked dinner, a pointless knack I was proud of. I noticed a heavy smell of ‘sick’ on my father that day, and glancing over him carefully, the darkened veins already weaving towards his neck were undeniable. Forcing my gaze to keep going, it felt like an eternity before I focused on his eyes. The crystal blue stare that met mine was not that of my father. Everything clicked together in my head, and as he moved on hastily to finish his goodbyes, I didn’t move an inch. I stared ahead blankly, my eyes pools of hurt. I… I didn’t know what to do. Daddy must’ve been bitten by our Aunt when he had cleared her infected body from the house. I didn’t know what to do.

Jack’s hand was suddenly around my wrist, tugging me gently towards the car in a similar way she had guided me to the door the last time we’d ever stood in our home. My previous resolve to be brave shattered around me – what was I thinking? I can’t do this! I’m not strong enough to look my blue-eyed father in the eye and be okay. I’d been telling myself it’s okay, it’s okay… But pulling out of Auntie’s driveway, pressing my face to the window and looking after what I had now lost. It became very clear to me.

It’s not okay.

After my dad’s death, things sped up. We continued driving, and it seemed there was rarely any kind of conversation in the van. No signing, no writing, no speaking. I barely even read! My books couldn’t save me from what our world was, and it was high time I accepted what was going on. I wasn’t going to pretend to be brave, but I wasn’t going to pretend all of this was a dream, either. The next few days I was very passive, understanding now Damian’s initial silence. I stared out the window, watching the landscaped whiz by as we made our way further west. In fact it felt like we were almost there when our luck ran out again. I can’t remember how our car had rolled into the ditch; I was asleep when the crash began. I remember being jerked awake by the sudden movement, and feeling the seatbelt lock up against my chest. When everything stopped moving, we were no longer upright, and I could see the cracks weaving their way up my window. My first instinct was to check up on my family, and looking over at them with wide eyes, I was relieved when I met the frightened but conscious gazes of my siblings.

When we managed to piece together our rattled selves, we steeled our nerves and turned to tend to our mother. Though Jack really became my rock over the years, the thought of loosing Mommy was unfathomable. I guess that's why the entire time we shook her back to consciousness, I was icy calm. I simply couldn't picture her gone. It couldn't happen, our 'luck' was already such a joke that to have our mother stolen simply wasn't something my brain could process. Shoulder-to-shoulder with my big sister, we managed to rouse her, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Getting out of the smashed vehicle, I looked around in surprise. With no way to hear them, and incapable of scenting them past the blood from a few head wounds earned in the crash, I had been clueless to the arrival of them. They apprehended us quickly, and with nothing but a defeated look from my family, I realized that we simply lacked fortune. Couldn't catch a break!

They had been a gang, a group of rough-and-tumble rogues who had full intention of claiming this new, lawless world and doing whatever they damn-well pleased with it. They had guns, big big guns... I remember at one point on our way to their base, mom managed to snag one and downed four of them before my jaw had time to hit the floor. I felt frightened, but it sparked hope nevertheless. Mom was busting us out of here! Or so I had thought, before the hands wrapped themselves roughly around my shoulder. Something cold pressed itself to the side of my temple, and with a shaky breath I didn't need to hear to imagine the clicks the gun emitted as it prepared to fire. With a side-long glance, I noticed the rest of my family in a similar lock, the leader of the gang holding Damian captive and his filthy henchmen with Jack and Robbie. It all happened so fast, I remember the pure loathing that filled Mommy's gaze. She hated the leader - a cat I later learned as Sid - and forced to drop her physical weapons, I was surprised her look alone hadn't been enough to kill him where he stood.

After that incident, Mom did whatever they said. She even worked for them a whole year, and the months I had to spend in the gang's hideout was the most tormenting days of my life - possibly even more so than the Zombies. The infected were predictable, simple. These filthy cats were spontaneous - you never knew what they might try to pull, and if I'm to be honest they terrified me. I remember huddling in our room close to my siblings, waiting for evening when Mom would finally return. Sometimes she'd even come back with Garret. I started to know him as "Old Man", even though he really wasn't that old. He was a gang cat, in his mid-forties. But... he was nice. He wasn't like the others. He had an imagination, like me! Jack signed to me whatever he said when he went on about his dreams of a just community in a world where we'd live. Not just survive... Live.

It was on this train of thought that the word "escape" started popping up. We could do it, we could make it out of here between shifts. After a year of surviving here, Serene and Garret knew what they were doing. I remember worriedly reading Jack's hands as she told me the plan, but Mommy would have my hand the whole time. I'd be okay as long as I kept close to my mother. When the night finally rolled around that we were going to do this we were ready - for better or worse, because nothing could be worse than a life subjected to slavery under a dictatorship built of fear and cruelty.

I remember very little of that night. I remember running down that seemingly endless hall - Robbie being held by Garret, Mommy holding my paw as I ran alongside her, and Jack and Damian covering eachother. I remember the point where it wen't wrong - a group of cats running for their lives weren't really quiet, not that I'd know. I could tell Sid was shouting by the rage burning in his eyes as his mouth moved, and next thing I knew I was in my mothers arms. I buried my face into her shoulder as she ran, breathing in her scent and closing my eyes tight. I was lucky, Out of all my siblings, I had the advantage of being able to hide. It was cowardly I know, but I lost any resolve towards creating a brave facade long ago. I was so unlike my mother in so many ways. The woman was so brave, that while being chased by the gang she had the nerve to run us into the main streets. Now, to those who'd never seen the main roads of this part of our town, it was infected central. The night was alight with the glow of their sapphire eyes, and though I don't remember much, I remember them chasing us, all the while we still had to keep far, far away from Sid. If either group caught us, it was Game Over. Contemplating it now, I don't know which fate I would've preferred. The fact that my fear of that gang rivals my fear of the infected is nothing but a testimony to the horrors we endured while "living" there.

Fleeing deeper and deeper into the city, it was starting to look bad. The dead were at every turn ready to jump us, and though the gang was falling back with fear for their own lives, we were by no definition out of the woods. Mommy set me down in front o a garage, tucking me under the large silver doors and into the darkened room. Turning to her with a worried glance, while ushering in my siblings I remember her signing to me "Stay very very quiet". I had swallowed nervously, but nodded curtly before slipping into the shadows and hugging my knees. Mommy would get us out of this mess; she always did. Old Man made his way into the garage after us, and I felt my heart skip a beat when my mother was finally taking cover with us. Of course it was short-lived... isn't that always the way? Almost in the clear, and suddenly the Infected had her arm. The beautiful hands my mother always used to brush back the hair that fell in my face... it was in that filthy monster's mouth. It was under it's claws. It was outside the garage. I saw my mom's mouth part in what I had first assumed was a scream of pain, but soon discovered was instead an order to Garret. He obediently dropped the door, and then the infected was gone.

Along with all of my mom's forearm.

You'd think after all that, it only made sense that things would continue to get worse. But actually... they got better. Garret helped heal mom, and Jack and Damian were so brave for me and Rob... I can never repay them for the comfort they supplied me with despite whatever internal hell had formed in their minds as well. With the gang gone - courtesy of my mom's move with the infected - we were free to make our way to the Wall. It had been our goal for god knows how long, and to see it looming over our heads... I felt so hopeful. Daddy had promised this wall would be here, and here it was. Just as you promised, I smiled. No matter what, maybe, just maybe... we would get by. We would actually be okay. Crossing over and seeing the distant island though, everything about the place screamed just the opposite.

They were overrun. When the realization hit us, I could see the crushing devastation in the adult's faces. Their hope faltered, resolve dwindled. Our only hope of solace and it was gone in that one crushing blow, that one look over the horizon. Glancing up with a soft frown, I noticed the tears starting to bloom in my mother's eyes. She had worked so hard to get us here, riding on Phillip's last promise of a chance. But daddy wouldn't lie, if he said we would be able to live here, he meant it! I tugged her sleeve silently, glancing up at her and managing the slightest of smiles. Daddy wouldn't lie. We would be okay. And when we got to the island - we were right. There was hope in the farmers that hid there, and lending us their aid, we cleared the Hotel of Zombies and made our home there. Anonymity was formed, and marking the city with our presence, we extended the idea of hope as far and wide as we could. I started to live again, and even though there are still many nights I suffer under the images of my past, I actually have a future now. I had never given it much thought before Anonymity, but just because our world ended, doesn't mean we have, right? We're still here, we still breath and feel and love. So I intend to live it the best I can, because my family gave me this chance and I'm not going to pass it up. I'll pull my weight on this island we found, and maybe someday I'll actually look forward to tomorrow.</sub>

Extras

Likes ||

_{Oranges
Reading quietly in the Library
Mystery and/or Romance novels
Being out working in the Rain
Secretly playing Tetris on her Communication phone
Fireworks / Light-shows / Fireflies / Stars
Watching people Draw
Using smiley faces in her text messages}

Disikes ||

_{Hot, muggy days
Trying to brush and untangle her hair in the morning
When people Stare
Dresses / Skirts
When she's out of new stuff to Read
Large Animals (they spook her)
Heights
Pity-Parties}

Marital Status || _Single
Orientation || _Heterosexual
Relationships || _{Refer to Heart-Chart [ N/A ]}

Utility Sheet ||

Roleplay Method || _{Forum, Comments, or Skype Preferred}





Finally Done all of her Info! Ohmygod. So much....
Haila / Art (c) *KitsaniCat
The-8th-Zone (c) =Raqemo ~Captain-Clover *KitsaniCat