Name – Ashley Timsdale
Nickname – Tex
Age – 20
Height – 5”4’
Parents – Veronica & Tracy (both deceased)
Birthday – 07/22/1998
Parents died before the outbreak. Died in plane crash when I was 10.
Was in and out of foster care till I was adopted by Alphie Davidsons at 15.
He was a war veteran. He taught me all about the art of war and how to defend myself.
He had decided to take us on a vacation but when we vacationed it wasn’t like everyone else’s. He would take us to random countries, and we would try to just survive off the different climates. We would stay there for about a month or so unless one of us got sick or injured. We happened to travel to Chernarus. When the outbreak happened, he taught me how to survive. He taught me everything I know from purifying water, hunt, and how to kill the dead. About six months into the outbreak he was shot by a man. The man apologized, stole everything we had, and left us for dead. I fought off a hoard of the dead that was attracted to the sound of the bullet. Once the dead was actually dead, I carried Alphie to the car and drove until we found this small hospital outpost that was abandoned, and I somehow saved his life. To this day I still believe that he should have died that day. From that day forward I learned that this was real that we were going to have to also kill the living to survive.
I found seeds and started growing them for a source of food. We held down that outpost for as long as I could, but we had a group of people stumble upon us. The group seemed friendly enough and Alphie allowed them to stay. Things quickly went sour, as we started noticing that they were acting strangely, food was starting to go missing, and when they went out for food runs, they were taking longer than normal. After about a month of things going missing, we found out that the small group of three was stealing from us. I told Alphie we had to kill them. They knew where we were staying, they knew everything about our camp. If we let them go, they could get more people here and attack us or better yet just kill us once they know that we know about them stealing from us. He tried to talk me out of it, but I knew what I must do. A few nights later I snuck into each of there cabins and one by one I stuck my knife into each of there heads. The following morning, I pack everything we had left and told Alphie we needed to go because they might have other friends who would come attack us.
We started to move from place to place. We found another town named Gorka and settled there. We finally started to feel safe. We felt like we might have found a home for us. Every day we would run around town collecting supplies and kill the dead. It was becoming a regular thing for us. We decided to branch out to another town to gather supplies and things went south. He was bitten. My stepfather died shortly after and now I am alone. ALL ALONE. Never get to comfortable. JSS. Just survive somehow.