Zinnia Jackson was a student studying abroad in ancient histories of Russia when the breakout occurred. Although with a group of friends at the time, nothing prepared her for what lies next. The following days were filled with violence in the streets. Victims screaming as the infected ravaged the urban territories. Zinnia's first contact with an infected went a little something along the lines of trying to reason, as that is what she did best. Of course, to no avail, she is forced to run off in fear just as the rest of the living population had. Separated from her friends, she tries to map out where to go next. Maybe a possible meetup point her and her friends discussed. Upon arriving at a discrete location on the outskirts of the city, she is met with a pulverizing and harsh reality;
Her friends lay dead in several places, some half-eaten, others riddled with bullets. Zinnia could not get the images of her friend's eyes out of her head as she backs out of the warehouse they had set to meet at. They came just as military arrived. Soon after, a horde would arrive and the military could not-- Refused to distinguish living from infected. A few bodies of the soldiers who tried to fight off the infection were seen sprawled about in various places along with her friends and other infected individuals. Her mind races now as her senses heighten; this was no time to stand petrified. With haste, she'll grab an assault rifle and a compass from the nearest dead soldier and begin to head out, only tripping on the few dead bodies that lay before her.
Likes: Open areas, being able to see what's ahead(Both physically and mentally.), Peaches.
Dislikes: The unpredictable, fog, bad weather, having to constantly move, avocado.
Fears: Isolation, misdirection, random encounters with others, broken glass.