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Pettiest Bitch Out There
A l i s h a V i c o n n i
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Age:
24
Appearance:
Alisha is an average woman. With an angular face, it sometimes gives her the look of being older than she actually is depending on make up or emotion. Though she isn’t one to lie about her age (her teenage years were a different story). With an abundance of curled hair that’s been called everything under the sun- she usually wears it out, letting it rest just a bit beyond her shoulders. She stands at 5’11” and has a very slender body.
Gender:
Female
Strengths:
Merciful-
Alisha wasn’t exactly taught to be cruel to others when growing up and because of this has the trait of mercy. Never one to shun someone over an incident or mistake they’ve made, she can be very forgiving and show mercy. This however doesn’t stop her from being wary around those who have done the deed until they’ve proven themselves worthy of her trust once more.
Modest-
She was never the one to brag about how glamorous her life could be. She never saw the point to it as it only caused more enemies in the long run. Due to this she was never one to speak of her accomplishments or how well off she was.
Fairness-
Alisha believes in being fair to everyone. She believes each person deserves a chance at everything in life and that no one should take this from them.
Fast-
Due to being involved in multiple sports growing up, Alisha continued on with this well past her school years. Due to this she’s very agile, fast, and light on her feet.
Strong-
She grew up thriving off her self-defense classes and kickboxing. There was no way in hell she was going to let that go.
Weaknesses:
Decision making-
Alisha has always been able to make a decision with every problem she’s faced; however it doesn’t always work out the way she chose. She doesn’t have the most confidence in her choices at times and if nagged at enough will change her decision. This can lead to problems that could come to see her as more fake than anything.
Ignorant in the world of guns-
This young woman has never had the opportunity to be anywhere near a gun let alone use it despite the things she went through growing up. She would be absolutely fine without having one as she lived with her best friend. Due to this fact, when the outbreak began she would be very lost on how to use a gun.
Having Hope-
Alisha has the habit of sometimes living in a fairytale world where everything is fancy and fine. This is due to how her parents treated her and while she’s worked on not living in a sheltered view point she still has a few of those pesky traits that come with it. This being one of them. Alisha has hope that everyone she comes across will have a good heart despite their attitudes and personality and that the world will one day come to be how it was before the outbreak. This causes her to sometimes not make the best choice.
Personality:
Before the outbreak even happened Alisha was known as the soft spoken young lady of the group. Usually giving out nothing but smiles, she’s very calm, cool, and collected with most things thrown at her. She could even be considered your typical ‘stoner’ in how mellow she can be. Though she isn’t a smoker she does enjoy lazying around when she can but is still a very hardworking woman, determined to make her life one of success. She doesn’t exactly wear her heart on her sleeve either, only showing true emotions to those she deems important and worthy. She can get a tad bit feisty but that’s it. Alisha doesn’t like losing control of her emotions and put a cap on her anger management which leaves her to be level-headed.
After the outbreak however, not much would change. She would still be the one with the smiles though they would never seem to grow as big as they had before. She would learn that keeping quiet was the best thing to do and staying alert and wary of those around you was simply the way to survive. No longer would she be the mellowed out chick who enjoyed her free time and peace but the young woman who was determined to stay alive in this world, no matter what the cost had to be. That feisty attitude would become more prevalent as the days passed and while she was still in control of her anger it would become clear when she was irritated with someone. Gone were the days of your stereotypical ‘American Girl’ and as a replacement came the survivor.
History:
Alisha has always lived a somewhat safe life. Born to caring parents she was sheltered from many of the sins the world had to offer for a huge part of her childhood which made her ignorant to many issues. She would continue to live like this during her elementary years, her only problem being her older brother whom she swore loved to torture her and the occasional bully at school along with the stolen star pencil. Along with the sheltered life, Alisha would live in a nice home within a pretty upstanding suburb though her safety blanket would be ripped off sooner than her parents would wish.
Her mother would come to lose her job due to the owner cutting jobs to save more money and this would cause the family to begin struggling. They would continue to try and make a living, her father working overtime whenever he ocular at his own job while her mother took an odd end job here and there as she searched for employment. But their brave tries of keeping life as it once was would bear fruitless. They wouldn’t be able to afford the house they lived in and would instead move from their sunny home of California to Minnesota at the mere age of 11. Their home wouldn’t be as big and the people around them not as friendly.
Due to being the new girl in school, Alisha would manage to gain plenty of enemies within her first few days which would result in after school fights which always lead to beatings. Her parents would increasingly become worried for her safety and would put her different self defense classes as well as look for other places of education. She would never transfer schools but would come to learn a thing or two about defending herself and would find that she loved kickboxing. She would continue on with her as she grew older but would unfortunately stop at the end of her high school career. She would keep active however, always being sure to do her daily run of a mile minimum. College would come next as she’d end up going to major in Education by the time she was 19. College would be a breeze and at the age of 23 she’d go for her fifth year to complete minors and find a job.
Just like her mother, she would work odd jobs on a search for her major-oriented job. Her home would be an apartment about an hour from home where she’d reside with her best friend. Alisha would come to befriend most of the people on her floor, having learned that a neutral/positive relationship would make it easier for her to get things out of them when she needed it. This continued, becoming her new routine at that she followed until the turn of events with the outbreak.
Writing Sample:
She had killed that man. There was no other way around it no matter how hard she tried to find one. Alisha was the very reason that man died and there was nothing she could do about it. She’d been so scared, having had no clue what the hell was going on. It was like everything had simply stopped working and chaos followed afterwards. She’d tried calling her parents, her brother but no one would answer. Alisha wondered how many other people had done that. She wondered what everyone else had been thinking about when the screams erupted through the night, piercing through the chilled silence that hung over the city. The young woman had just left her favorite cafe, having gotten a nice hot chocolate and some pound cake as dessert. She always did enjoy watching the steam rise from the small opening of her cup, creating the intricate designs in the air before disappearing. This is what Ailsha had been doing too before she heard the screams. Those screams. Those fucking screams.
Just like everyone else on the street, confusion filled her face and a tinge of panic wracked through her body. Her steps would become faster, her blood beginning to rush through her veins as her ‘flight or fight’ went to war with one another. In the end her flight would win. This seemed to have been a mistake- everything had been a mistake. Why had she chosen to go to a cafe so far away from her apartment? Why couldn’t she be sensible and go just to the corner and get a danish of some sort at Mr. Chulo’s? These degrading thoughts would continue to lash out in her mind as the rare shoulder bumps became more frequent. Everyone around her was growing restless, ready to go into hiding and get away from whatever was happening. But the screams… They were getting closer and closer despite the efforts of everyone trying to remove themselves from the premises. Then just like that, her drink would be hit out of her hand, hysterical screams would surround her, and the same civilized strangers around her would become savage as they fought for survival. Alisha did her best to push through the wave of panic and viciousness, making it to the corner and turning. She wasn’t exactly sure of what was going on, the screaming had blended in perfectly together as though it were some horribly crafted choir.
Then just like that she’d see it. Right there in the distance there would be the grotesque sight of a young man on the street, screaming for those around him to help. Help from what one might ask? From the little girl going to town on his stomach and chest. Blood seemed to squirt every which way as those pale little fingers ripped at his chest. Her mouth seemed so bright with the stains of the blood that trickled out of her mouth and down her pretty pink shirt. The ones around watched horrified as other ran past. Someone would come to their senses, pulling the girl off of him and restraining her to the best of their ability before she turned and bit a chunk out of their collarbone; emitting a scream of pain so loud that Alisha almost raised her hands to her ears. That would be the first death that she’d see as she made her way back home, just wanting that bit of safety. She prayed her roommate was there and that her family was safe as the usual thirty minute walk became an hour and a half. By now she’d run into more of those crazed people, having done her best to avoid them the best way she knew how but they were gaining others at a pace too steady for her liking.
It wouldn’t be long after would she finally make it back to her apartment, almost screaming at the three that were walking in the halls. A few screams within the apartments could be heard every so often but for now she simply wanted to get in her room.
“Help!”
Stiffening, Alisha would turn and let her eyes land on the young man limping on the street. She knew this kid. Not that they were friends or anything. She’d simply seen him enough times to know that his name was Anthony and that the 19-year old had just gotten a huge scholarship for college. She’d been so proud of him when he told her. That same sunshine of child was gone and in his place was a child, frightened beyond repair, simply looking for someone to give him the help he so desperately needed. Alisha had her hand on her apartment door, having already put the key in when she paused. Should she help him? Get him inside where he’d be safe and she could bandage him up. The tears that streamed down his face was enough to twist knots in her stomach and the obvious injury made her feel pity. What stopped her from immediately jumping in were the number of people walking towards him. Someone had to do something. Get him out of there before anything else happened. Before he died. With her mind made up, she’d turn around to make her way to him just as the door to her apartment opened up. Then she’d find herself being drug inside, the door slamming in front of her.
“Wait!” She screamed, struggling to get out of the burly arms wrapped securely around her which she would find to be a close friend of hers later. “That kid! He needs help.”
“No point. He’s already a goner.”
“Someone! Anyone! Please!” His pleas were getting desperate, his sobbing now at max volume.
“We have to help him!”
“No point. Now shut up before someone realizes we’re in here.”
“But-“
“Alisha!”
Alisha’s mouth would clamp shut, tears springing to her eyes. She would stop fighting against her friend, going limp in his arms as she silently sobbed. His desperate pleas now becoming screams of pain and horror. They had gotten to him. Alisha had let them get to him. Sure she could blame it on her friends that would try and console her later over the fact that he’d already bee bitten and nothing but baggage but that wouldn’t help at all. What would make it worse was the fact that she had let this happen. Alisha had been almost glad that she’d been stopped. The young woman hadn’t wanted to go out there and now she didn’t have to. His screams would echo in her mind for hours afterward, her mind playing tricks and reenacting what it could have looked like. After a talk about how long they’d all stay in there and watches during the night Alisha would finally lay down to let her tears of sorrow turn into shame.
She had killed that man- no… She had killed that boy and there was no way to sugarcoat that. No matter how hard she tried.
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