Penelope was born and raised in the West coast of the US, somewhere. Truth be told, she isn't entirely sure where. Penelope only remember moving from home to home, foster family to foster family. Before the outbreak, she never had a stable or nurturing family to call her own and found herself wondering what she could have done to deserve this life. There were night spent sleeping on police station benches, or in the custody of protective services. After a long while of waiting, Penelope was supposed to be adopted to a nice European couple based out of Prague in Czechia. In transit to meet the family, she spent a long time on video conferences with them, learning about them and about their lives. She had actually found herself being hopeful for her future as they promised to send her to schools dedicated to wayward girls, and promised to fund everything. They had already made her room comfortable for her and showed her videos of the decorating process, asking her opinions as they went. As she made the journey to meet them, lock-downs were wide spread across Europe, and Penelope found herself stranded at a hotel along until they could find a way to get her from her transit flight in Paris to Prague. Finally boarding the plane under special license as a minor without guidance, she landed in Prague only to find everything in disarray. Again she was housed in a hotel until everything fell apart and local law enforcement was militarized. Penelope was set to take a bus from her hotel to meet her parents but the route was rerouted. Everyone on the bus banded together, a large majority of them unable to even speak to Penny and relying on translation to communicate. They vowed to keep her safe as she cried, terrified. The group found themselves wandering as far down as Indo-Europe until eventually they were separated. Now Penelope is alone.