Caitlyn is a medical graduate. Nervous but easily settled in amongst her surroundings, she will just about get along with anyone, unless they appear as shady or jerk-like.
She'd just passed med school, initially a way to make her parents somewhat proud and make herself look "useful", in the end Cait turned out to enjoy learning how to help people in need. She primarily studied general nursing, however always had a knack for being a good listener. She studied a little psychology in college before her medical training, so she'd always been good at listening to others and getting to know them.
Her reasoning for ending up in the country was as simple and hollywood-ish as it got: She'd spin a globe, and wherever her finger landed would she travel to. Not the first place she had in mind, but she never really thought twice and booked her travels to head to the sleepy country of Chernarus. It was there that she'd meet a man around her age, someone to call a tourist buddy. During the fall, the two got split apart in the chaos. Sometimes she still wonders if he's out there.
During her time in Chernarus, during the outbreak, she was essentially thrown left right and center, ending up on her own eventually until some months. She was malnourished, desperate, and "lucky" to stumble up on a group of men who seemed in good condition. She pleaded to help, offered her "services" as a medical graduate. She'd convince them only to realise she would probably have been better off scrounging for scraps, or better off dead. Eitherway, life with the men was what she describes "Probably like prison".
They never really let her go anywhere without one or two of the group by her side. There was an evening where the scout camp had attracted a small group of dead. Idiotically enough, one of the men were "bright" enough to fire off an un-suppressed weapon at the dead, attracting more, eventually the camp was swarming with a horde of the once living humans that inhabited the country. There were supposedly no survivors. Cait managed to escape with the assistance of one cowardly man from the camp. He'd drag her away, walking for hours, only to have waltzed into a pack of wolves. The two ran. Presumably, Cait was faster than the male considering she'd not have much to carry around, so she had less weight on her back. She bolted for a small kiosk, slamming the door and shutters closed, hoping the lock would hold. The man himself sounded frightened, he banged on the door, pleading to be let in. There wasn't much time to think before the wolves got to him. She simply sat inside, hands over her ears, waiting the wolves and nearby dead out for a day, atleast.
To this day she'd been trundling along, alone. With problems navigating, she luckily stumbled on a settlement by the sea. It would be there where she'd meet a group of friendly faces, they provided her warmth and shelter, gave her a tour of the area, introduced her to folk. Possibly a place to call home, Caitlyn considered this. She wasn't used to being around lots of people, she'd always been awkward around crowds and not very social. The decision was not 100% set in stone, but maybe she could finally sit down and relax.
Maybe. Maybe somewhere.