She found herself thrust into the thick of it following the years after the infection.
Geraldine Louise Fisher was born in Moscow, Russia on 10th March 1992.
Her family was doing well for themselves and there were often times when there was food on the table which would often go to waste. A rare commodity one would wish for even now. Whether or not it was the right choice is debatable as Geraldine grew to become a very bitter person. She hated the hand she was dealt and the way other people would look down on her. The kids at school would mock her and authorities would pin things on her that she didn’t even do, all because of how she looked and the reputation her parents had. Her mother would often steal and her father spent what little currency they had on his drinking habit. When Geraldine grew older she decided to pack up and leave her miserable life behind. She didn’t have much so she hitched rides from trains, also hitching rides from strangers until she ended up in a different country altogether and the place that would soon become hell on Earth. Far from home but not a world away. It wasn’t anything spectacular, but it had its charm and Geraldine liked the vibe it had. She ended up making friends in a bar and they took her in. Then, the infection broke out.
During the several hours that followed the beginning of the infection, Geraldine found herself fighting for the majority of it along with the other patrons of the bar until all fell silent. A true sound of silence after hours of unrest, then, a distant and faint sound of heavy footed marching in the distance before long the streets were flooded with undead and soldier forces alike that had come to quell the infection, she knew she had to escape an did so with much haste.
She was thrust into a world which was no longer recognizable, an empty, industrial husk of its once lively self.