Full Name :
Charlotte RileyNicknames / Aliases :
femaleMarital Status :
singleFormer Occupation/Position :
elementary school teacherStrengths :
- Patience - Both when dealing with people and tasks, Charlie has seemingly endless patience which has given her advantage throughout her life and especially in the last crazy six months of it.
- Broad knowledge base - She isn't an expert at everything, in fact she isn't really an expert at anything, but she has vast base of knowledge as any unspecialised teacher would, knows a little about a lot and has adapted an abstract way of implementing her knowledge when more creative solutions need to be applied to solve problems.
- Athletism - She's always kept herself in good shape, so she's fast and strong.
- 'Girl Scout' skills - Countless camping trips, fishing expeditions and hunting trips with her parents, which then developed into her own excursions as an adult and even partially into her work as a teacher, have earned her several skills in the roughin' it category. Basic first aid, basic survival tricks, nothing extreme.
Special Gear :
- Kids - she can't kill them. Even when they're trying to eat her, she just can't bring herself to take down a child.
- Stubborn - in tune with her patience comes this. Once she makes up her mind there is no changing it. Logic and reason do not stand a chance against what she believes is the best course of action if that mood strikes her.
- Trusting - she assumes everyone is great until otherwise proven, and is unfortunately easily duped that way.
Driving around in a 'borrowed' soccer mom's SUV
(a Buick Enclave which has conveniently spacious interiors
). Never mind the shiny pic, it's not that clean and nice anymore >.>
Height : from an early hardware store raid22 inch machete knifeA toolbox
that's lost a few of its original occupants. The hacksaw for instance got left buried in a face somewhere along the way, as did one of the screwdrivers. Camping gear in a hiking backpack:
1 Small and 1 medium aluminium cooking pot, stored inside each other with a dishtowel between them
Campfire cooking tripod, foldable (aluminium)
An old but well taken care of hunting knife
ground tarp, stakes and small tent (1 person)
lightweight sleeping bag
regular lighter (half full)
1 litre waterbottle
clothesline and clothe pins
first aid kit
-Spam (9 cans)
-Soup (7 cans)
-Baked beans (5 cans)
-1 pound bags of bowtie pasta (3 bags)
-1 pound bags of screws pasta (2 bags)
-5 pound bag of oats (3/4 full)Other:
roadmap of california
black nike cap
2 gallon gas can (empty)
5.3 gallon (20 litre) gas can (full)
foam mattress (kid size)
5'6Weight / Body type :
slender but athleticHair :
dark brownSkin :
light but tans easilyEyes :
dark greyDistinguishing Features :
Charlie is kind, stubborn and ready to help if help is needed. She can't stand idle if something bad is happening but she is rational and approaches things with caution if she possibly can. She wouldn't risk her life for a stranger, but she would for anyone whom she'd gotten to know if they were decent people. Even if they weren't all that decent. She likes to think others would do the same for her. She's quick to adapt, and quick to learn. She's also quick to like people, and generally likes people. She approaches others with a 'good until otherwise proven' mindset and forgives easily. Perhaps a little too easily. Likes :
coffee, smell of fresh air in the morning, starry skies, hunting and fishing, reading, singingDislikes :
pointless violence and cruelty, hunting for sport, bugs, snakesFears :
getting stuck inside a small space, being eaten, never finding GideonHistory :
Born and raised in California, Charlie had a rich and warm childhood. Her parents were very much in love with each other and life, and their only daughter was granted the full weight of their affection all through the time she had them around. They were rather old when they had her, her mother in her forties and her father in his fifties, but that never stopped them from enjoying parenthood. Her mother was a history professor and her father was a firestation chief. Both of them were very outdoorsy, and all free time was spent hiking, hunting, fishing, camping and generally traveling the country.
Charlie had full access to her mother‘s extensive library and explored it little by little through her childhood and teens, her mother always available to answer questions and raise new ones to encourage her daughter‘s curiosity. Meanwhile it was her father who schooled her on things like how to tie knots on a fishing line, and how to skin a rabbit. These were precious years, and well spent.
Her best friend from a young age was Gideon, a boy whom she fell absolutely in love with as a starry eyed little girl and has loved ever since. This affection never turned into anything other than a close sisterly bond, however, and perhaps that was the reason they stuck together so well year after year. When she graduated college and started teaching in the local elementary school, the two friends moved in together, sharing a small but comfortable two bedroom apartment.
Since then she‘s worked at the school. She has also acted as a supportive parent to several families who needed an extra hand with home and kids, and she‘s done work at the community centre with kids that usually involved nature walks or treasure hunts. Working with kids is what she wants to do with her life. Z-Day
Charlie had spent the morning outside with her class and the rest of the school day in their classroom. Once the bell rang and the energetic eight year olds flooded out of the room, she settled in with her iPod and a stack of papers to grade for her eleven year olds. By the time she got up to leave she was the only one left in the building aside from Mr. Tomson, the janitor. He‘d been in his own little world walking room to room, cleaning the floors until Charlie got ready to leave. The old man finished up and they left the building together, making small talk. But what greeted them wasn‘t the empty parking lot as usually.
The door shut with a subtle thump and the lock rattled slightly when Mr. Tomson turned the key, Charlie frozen to the spot and unable to utter a word of warning. The old man turned around with a smile and froze right next to her.
It was a battleground, or worse. The parking lot was littered with bodies and crawling over them were people, tearing into the dead people‘s flesh like wild animals. The sound, moans and groans and guttural noises, were somehow worse than the sight of this. It took Charlie a few seconds to realize that the people eating the dead were not normal people. Some of them were torn to shreds in part, some had gaping wounds that didn‘t seem to be bleeding.
Her car was on the far side of the lot. She would have to walk between dozens of these people to get to it. There were cars closer to her, some even had open doors like Mrs. Connors‘ SUV. Where was she? Why was that car still here when the woman must have picked up her sons hours ago? Her sons...
A sharp inhale shook Charlie‘s body and she clasped a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming when she recognized one of the Connors boys‘ clothes on the ground. The child‘s limbs and head were covered by the creatures, perhaps thankfully so, but it was enough to startle Charlie into action. Blindly, and without any thought, she walked forward only to be pulled back by Mr. Tomson who stepped in front of her to protect her from one of those creatures who‘d been dragging its feet toward them without Charlie noticing. The creature lunged at the old man, tore into his throat and a scream caught in Charlie‘s throat at the helpless dispair in the man‘s eyes when he was brought to his knees.
Her heart was racing and she had trouble breathing properly but she stumbled forward, too afraid to try running and be seen by any of the large number of creatures so close by. Her hands shook and her knees shook but she made it over to Mrs. Connors‘ car and pulled open the driver side door which was already ajar. A small yelp escaped her when the lifeless body of the woman dropped from the seat and into her arms, her hands coming out to catch her by pure instinct. The stench was terrible, and there was no way to help her, Charlie realized. How she managed to pull the woman‘s body out of the car and replace her in the driver seat was a mystery.
She looked into the back of the car and wasn‘t sure if it was a good or bad thing that it was empty, but that was all the time she had. The creatures had noticed her when she closed the car door, and were moving in from all sides. The keys were in the ignition, sticky with blood like the seat she was on and the whole dashboard, but Charlie started the car and stepped on the gas, and sped onto the road and straight towards her house.
Her parents were gone, they‘d both passed a few months ago, and she had no siblings. Her only concern was Gideon. Fumbling through her bag as she navigated the streets, trying her best not to think about what had just happened or the creatures roaming the streets, she found her phone and realized it was off. The battery must have died.
When she reached her house, she ran inside and called out for her friend but got no reply. She tried calling him but his phone went straight to voicemail. Their backyard was crawling with creatures, creatures she to her horror recognized as neighbours, and her first instinct was to run. She had to get out of there, and she had to find Gideon.
When she stormed through the apartment, throwing things into a duffelbag, she tried to rationalize what she was doing. It was precaution. This wasn‘t real, this would be dealt with. It wasn‘t some outbreak like in the movies, there would be armed forces who would take care of this and everything would be fine. Taking spare clothes and food and her dad‘s guns was just... A precaution. Grabbing her hiking backpack, stuffed with all essentials since that was how she stored it to save space, was just a precaution. She wouldn‘t need any of it... She would be back here tomorrow at the latest.
But when she left her home in the borrowed car, hurrying out of there since creatures had again started closing in on her, she only got about an hour of driving around before she was herded towards some shelter. A long line of cars led to there, and military vehicles ran up and down beside it on patrol, shooting down the creatures. When the shelter was in sight, Charlie saw people arguing and then being turned away, a few cars ahead of her. For a few minutes everything halted and there were screams and yells and finally gunshots, and then the creatures. A man holding a rifle slammed against the passenger side of the car and Charlie yelped out in fear as he was torn into by a creature. The car before her in line moved backwards and then forward, obviously trying to get out of the line and she didn‘t have any choice. Either she‘d stay and risk entering whatever chaos had ensued at this shelter, which unknown to her had simply become too full and people told to go to the next one, or she‘d leave. There was a stubborn nagging thought in her head when she turned the car and left the line, that maybe Gideon was in there and she was leaving him, and leaving safety. But when she drove on and saw the mess she would have been staying for, creatures attacking cars and even a military vehicle brought down by a group of them, she knew she made the right call. This wasn‘t safe. She had to find somewhere else, some other shelter.
A few minutes later she came upon a car crash, and when she was about to circle around to avoid it, grateful for the fact that poor Mrs. Connors had gotten herself a big car like this with a fourwheel drive, she noticed kids. Children, inside a car that had been crushed under another. Her heart pounded and fear made her mouth taste like iron but she couldn‘t just leave them. So, she drove as close as she could and took a few deep breaths, and then ran for that other car. She dragged open the door and flinched at the stench of blood and god knew what else. The kids‘ parents had been killed in the crash and were dead in the front seats, stuck between the crushed roof and their seats. Charlie pulled the kids out, two little boys who couldn‘t be older than five and seven, and was trying to get their backpacks free when she witnessed the first turn. The dad, in the driver seat, started moving. His lifeless body somehow sprung to life and he started snarling and grunting, and reaching for her. His eyes were terrible and inhuman, and his hand felt cold as it brushed against her, and she jerked backwards to escape. The kids were sobbing, and Charlie felt like joining them really, but they had to get out of there.
Two hours later she found another shelter. It was in a suburb, well outside the city, and people were being herded there like into the first one. She squeezed into the car line and breathed easy for the half hour it took to get to the barricated gate, but when she got there she couldn‘t bring herself to hand over the keys to the car. What if Gideon wasn‘t in there? She‘d need the car to find him. It took considerable argument to get to keep the keys but she did, and was let into the shelter with the two boys who clung to her sides, terrified.
She stayed there for two days. Gideon was not there, and did not come there before they closed the door to new people. She‘d recharged her phone but it was no use, the network was down. Everything was down. The radio broadcasted horrifying information that was supposed to be comforting, news of shelters and government reactions. News of a large barricated safe zone.
When she left, along with two others and the two boys, Taylor and Micah, she headed for that safe zone.
Six months later she had learned there were no safe zones, she had killed too many creatures to count, had to defend herself from those and other people too, lost the boys, lost her companions, gained new ones and lost those, become a hardened shell of her old self in a way but some things stayed the same no matter what. She always tried to help, she always took in people if she could, she could not kill kids, she moved around and lived in the borrowed SUV, and... she had every intention of finding Gideon. Sexuality :
HeteroflexibleSexual On's and Offs :