Dr Jessica Winters

[Dr Jess]

Background
NAME: Jessica Winters
ALIAS(S): Jess
AGE: 20
DOB: April 16
POB: Birmingham, England
Location: Wandering.

Physical
EYE COLOUR: Blue
HAIR COLOUR: Blonde
HEIGHT: 5’5
BUILD: Slender
DISTINGUISHING MARKS/OR SCARS: N/a
RACE: Caucasian
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Personality
Timid to meet you at first, attaches herself to the strongest to ensure her survival. She’s smart with agile thinking and comes in handy in tricky situations. Jess isn’t shy, she’s just careful knowing all too well that she’s meat to the undead and to the male members of the broken globe who might want a bit on the side. She’s willing to help out if you’re willing to mind your own business.

CHARACTER STRENGTHS: Jess was a surgeon apprentice before the outbreak and carries over doctor experience into the apocalypse, she carries bow experience from her high school days of afterschool activities, good cardio from constant jogging before and after things started trying to eat her.

FLAWS: Physically speaking Jess is strong yet she’s weak compared to the opposite sex physically. She isn’t very handy when it comes to making due with primitive tools and the likes and given she’s so far away from home she constantly worries about her family leaving her absent minded.

Equipment
WEAPONS: N/a

KEY ITEMS: First aid bag

ACCESSORIES: Clothing

HISTORY

What we all know as modern times isn’t what one pictured back in the 60s when flying cars were the ideal choice of travel in mind. They wouldn’t have guessed that the newspaper they were reading then wouldn’t be delivered daily, nor would they have guessed that the local markets would be raided daily for supplies and offer little tribute in return. My name is Jessica Winters; I’m a college drop-out due to the invasion of the flesh eaters. I have four years of medical training under my belt and the only reason I’m here in America now is because of a vacation gone terribly wrong. This is my story…


“Hey Jess! C’mon we’re gonna miss the plane!” A friend of mine, she was American and trained in the UK because she enjoyed the ‘posh’ side of living, as she would say. Her name was Angela, I called her Angie or Ann. We trucked it between people running in full sprint with our bags over our shoulders and at hip side. Many would think us rude had we done this on the streets but the airport was much different due to the many who rushed toward the gates daily. Given our sprinting we still made it in time to be seated and properly buckled in for the flight to the States.

“Ladies and Gentlemen please turn off all cellphones and electronic devices while the seat belt light is on. Your stewardess, Mindy, will show you the proper way to fasten your seatbelt and give you the four one one on travel safety.”

It would be a long flight to New York but I hadn’t anticipated our landing being so violent…


The plane touched down nearly twenty hours after it took off. We didn’t know anything of what was going on, on the ground just yet but the pilots were reluctant on letting us out at the terminal. From a distance military grade trucks drove the length of the run way and surrounded the plane and passengers were brought off one by one. At distance we could hear the gun shots and see through the darkness of night each shot that was fired from within the airport. Many thought it was terrorism. Many were wrong…

Those on the plane, including the pilots and workers, were loaded in the back of the military trucks and hauled off toward Fort Wadsworth. We never made it. Trying to get across the 278 bridge was impossible, and with the corpses thick at our flank there wasn’t much room to maneuver. The word over the radio was that the Brooklyn Navy Yard had a set up to ferry people down river to Fort Wadsworth, the first of our convoy tried to drive through the corpses but the truck gave away to the damage the undead bodies it toppled got stuck under the truck some jamming themselves deep between the gears causing the truck to stall. We could hear the screams of many torn apart by the rot.

Our convoy headed back south after word spread over the radios that Rocky Pier had boats picking up survivors. The rot wasn’t thick in this direction and we made it to the pier along with thousands of others. The way out didn’t look good nor easy. The military men we road with for the past week bid us farewell and headed back into the city to find more survivors, and by nightfall the rot would hit the southern area hard and fast giving very few the time to escape.


Night was ending, the sun was rising over the water. There came screams from the far end of the park we camped in the living dead had come in droves and washed over the living. Many attempted to fight back and failed to number, some like Angie and I made way for the Pier hoping to find a boat to get off the terrible shoreline filled with rot. Most of us didn’t make it to the pier, the road and water between it was littered with the smell of death and the shambling walking epiphany of it.

“RUN JESS!” Were the last words my friend said to me before I looked back and saw her dragged into the horde, there was no time to cry, no time to grieve, and no time to think that I had just lost a friend I had for over fifteen years. My survival was key, and luckily there were many who would let an innocent girl aboard their ship. His name was Mal Renolds he was brave to let so many on board his ship without being able to check them over, I suppose now wasn’t the time to be picky since he was going to kick us all off once we made it to Sandy Hook Bay.

I was on my own, and once I was off that boat I walked for miles without a change in my expression until the night came and shelter was needed. I remember that first night on my own crying in a tool shed barely large enough for me to sit in. I remember watching those biters pull Angie into the crowd, the shrill screams of her death… I remember everything… And I will survive to tell her story so the world may know how she was murdered and I survived…

My name is Jessica Winters, I am one of the few survivors…

[Killz4food]

Fantastically beautiful! One problem though; are you colonizing, colonist, or a wanderer? Other then that, accepted to the fullest extent.

[Dr Jess]

Knew I forgot one detail. Fixed.

[Killz4food]

Thanks love