Allison "Cookie" KeyesAge:
Larceny (Lock-picking, Hot-wiring, B&E), Chemistry (Cooking drugs and improvisational explosives), "Illicit activity" knowledge, basic first aid, IED's.Inventory
Swiss army knife, Hit kit (syringes, razor blade, mirror, pipe, spoon, etc), about 2 grams of junk, 2 packs of cigarettes, Zippo, Glock 9mm (w/ half clip), Spas 12 (8 rounds), Police squad car, cop keys.Personality:
Allison is cautious around new people. She is used to being judged for what she does by others. She is friendly and tends to be in a good mood (when she's not coming down). She likes to smile, make jokes, and keep people at ease. However, Years of living on the underbelly of society have made her observant and watchful of those around her. She has a pretty decent knack for spotting a volatile customer planning to rob her, or an undercover john planning to bust her.Bio:
Alison ran away from home when she was 13. By the time she was 15 she was working as a prostitute. By the time she was 16, she was addicted to meth. She spent some time in and out of juvie for various charges ranging from solicitation, to possession. She ended up dating a member of the Hells Angel's biker gang who started teaching her how to cook meth for him. She took to it like a fish out of water. Allison had a natural talent for chemicals and soon he was having her mix up small batches of dope as well as a little thermite and napalm. She had been working out of a small apartment in New York City, but when the police, DEA, and FBI started to close in on her boyfriend and the gang she packed up shop and left town.
She set up about an hour away just outside a small town called New Haven. Some of her friends back in the city set her up with a small fifth wheel trailer out in the middle of nowhere as long as she keep cooking for them. She didn't have to make the explosives anymore, just the junk. She was ok with that, it allowed her to use as much as she wanted basically for free and she didn't have to deal with her boyfriend hitting her or passing her around to all his friends like a toy anymore. Before too long the local police caught on to her operation and she was raided and taken to a local jail to await transfer to the DEA for prosecution. It was while waiting in that cell that the feces hit the fan.
It started with the sounds of gunshots and screaming outside. Then it moved closer to the station. Finally it was inside the station. She could hear all the commotion but couldn't tell what was going on from her tiny holding cell in the back room. Then one of the officers came stumbling in. His throat had been ripped out and we was gurgling as he feel to the floor dead. Allison was able to reach his body through the bars and take his keys to let herself out of the cell. Down the hall she could see police fighting off these... things that were attacking them and ripping them apart. Allison grabbed the gun from the cops hip to defend herself in case any of the things came back where she was. Then the cop grabbed her arm and tried to bite her! She pushed him off and emptied half the clip into and around him before the last bullet hit him in the head killing him. Allison decided to get the hell out while the getting was good. She climbed out of the window and down into the fenced of parking lot for the squad cars. She ducked into the nearest car, intending to hot wire it, only to discover the keys were still in the ignition. Counting her blessings she started the car, gunned the engine and tried to get out of dodge.
However, what she saw on the street told her there was no escape. These "things" were everywhere. They were killing and eating people! Panicked and not knowing what to do or where to go, she drove back out to her trailer. The police had taken most everything and crime scene tape was up, but it didn't look like any of those things were around. She went inside locked the door and passed out... for two days. When she came to, she checked the news and it seemed the carnage was everywhere. The police still had her phone from when she was arrested so she couldn't call anyone. She figured the best thing to do was sit tight and wait for this whole mess to blow over. The police hadn't found her personal stash hidden in the floor so she had junk, they hadn't bothered to take the canned goods and stuff she had around, and she had enough propane to last a while. As long as she played it cool, she should be all right. She sat back on the couch, loaded her pipe and started to smoke...
That had been over a month ago. The propane had run out last week. She had started to ration her junk for fear of running out, and she was almost out of food. The last thing she had seen on tv before the stations stopped broadcasting hadn't been very encouraging. It didn't look like help was coming. Those things had been everywhere. She hadn't seen many out here, this deep in sticks. The few she had seen had just wandered aimlessly by while she held her breath watching them. Allison needed food and supplies. She thought there was an old farmhouse somewhere nearby.Maybe they had something she could steal... hell, maybe there were even people there! Allison went out to the stolen squad car, started it up, and started to drive in the direction she though she remembered the farmhouse being...Other:
Allison is a little rough around the edges. Her hard life has taught her to be careful who she trusts, but it was important to get others to trust you. Her voice is a little low and raspy from all the years of doing drugs. Her eyes are older than they should be. She is still a pretty girl, however if she quit the junk, gained some weight, and got a little healthier, she could have the potential to be beautiful. She stands about 5'4" and weighs about 100 lbs. Blonde hair grey eyes.
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