Open: @dallasstart
Where: somewhere outdoors
One word you could use to describe Alison was flighty. Throughout her journeys she had picked up a multitude of interests, although all ended in much the same way; discarded and forgotten about. This week her interest seemed to lie in drawing, and although she wasn't particularly good at it, it passed the time alright. Her pencil scratched the paper roughly, making shapes that vaguely resembled the landscape around her. She eyed her work before flipping it over to show the nearest person, needing a second opinion. "What do you think?" She asked expectantly.
Lexie did the most that she could to help out the people in the QZ with her, but that didn't mean that anyone was safe from the attitude she also had to give. It had been an easy day at the hospital, though she still found herself eager to get out of there and back to the small corridors she called home. That's why the sudden drop in mood hit when her eyes landed on a possible patient approaching her just as she was exiting the building. Looking them over with her arms crossed over her chest, she sighed. "You know you look like absolute shit, right?"
"Real cute." Alison quipped, turning to size the other girl up. She had originally had no intention of stopping, passing by on her way to the bar when the comment made her halt. Now, it seemed, she couldn't resist the urge to return some of the attitude. "Is it your job to stand out here and judge everyone passing by, or is it just a weird hobby of yours?"
⸻⸻ ✦ SOPHIE THATCHER, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ✦ ALISON MORGAN the TWENTY-TWO year old has been in the QZ for ONE MONTH. The TRADER is said to be RESOURCEFUL and IMPULSIVE but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves.
STATS
Name: Alison Jade Morgan
Birthday: May 19th, 2001
Zodiac: Taurus
Nicknames: Ali, Lissey
Hair: Naturally brown, bleached.
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'2
Sexuality: Bisexual
BACKGROUND
TW: Murder, death
Growing up, Alison didn't dream of being an actress or a singer or anything grand like that; she grew up wanting to protect and provide for her family, just like her father and her older brothers did for her. Every time they left the safety of whatever temporary home they had found she would beg to go, only to be able to count on her fingers the amount of times her family had obliged.
Like a lot of children out there, she by no means had a normal life or a normal childhood. Her family moved around in constant search of the next safe haven. Alison knew nothing of stability or routine as it was always being disrupted.
TW: Death The first tragedy Alison met was during her teenage years; she had been left alone with her mother, the rest of her family out scavenging, when a clicker attacked. Everything seemed to go in slow motion, with Alison doing the only thing she could think of; hiding until it was over. While the action may have saved her life it was a cowardly one she would never learn to forgive herself for. It felt awful to know her life had been spared when her mother's wasn't, and although her brothers were the ones tasked with finishing her off before she could become one of the infected herself, Alison always held herself as the one responsible.
Ridden with her own guilt over what had happened Alison began to struggle through everyday life. Tasks as simple as sleeping became chores, her rest plagued by nightmares of the attacks. The only time her mind seemed to clear was when she was allowed on scavenger hunts with her elder siblings.
For months this continued, leaving Alison so wrapped up in herself and her survivor's guilt that life around her became a blurry sort of haze. She barely noticed her father's own decline until it was already too late and he, too, had slipped away from them.
Disaster seemed to roll in waves for this family, and it didn't end there. A month later, on their way to the next sanctuary, Alison was separated from her brothers in a terrible storm. She did as much as she could, searching for them desperately until she finally came to terms with the fact that she was on her own, and she didn't know the way forward. Later - she had told herself repeatedly, the word being the only thing she had left to cling onto. She would find them later when she was better prepared.
She tried to make her way back to the previous campsite and was instead met by a generous family with a child her own age. Their hearts ached with sympathy for all she had been through and they came to the decision that they would take her in, on the pretense that it was just until the weather improved.
The longer Alison stayed the more comfortable she got, until this temporary stop became something more permanent. It wasn't that she had given up on finding her brothers, but it was a long journey to go alone; it would be stupid, anyway, to leave the safety of this camp when she had everything she could possibly need, and so she stayed. She never forgot her true family, but it was clear she was becoming part of a different one.
For years they taught the girl everything they knew and treated her as their own. As time passed she became a different person, changing everything about herself in an attempt to distance herself from the coward she had once been. She got rid of her old clothes as she outgrew them, switching them out for whatever she could find, and bleached her hair whenever she was able to get her hands on any sort of supplies.
All the while Ali became inseparable from the other child. They trained together, ate together, and even slept in the same beds together. They truly never left each other's sides, and together they were two halves of the same whole. Things were as perfect as they could possibly be in a world like hers until, inevitably, tragedy struck again.
While the makeshift siblings were out scavenging their camp was raided. The couple Ali had come to know and love as parents were killed trying to defend it. They stayed behind a few days after, mourning and scraping by, but the time came when she could no longer stay. They had lost everything in the raid, and if she planned on surviving she needed to move.
It took her no time at all to decide that this was the time; she needed to make her way to Dallas or die trying. Her brothers would be there waiting, assuming they made it safely, and even if they hadn't it was still the safest place she knew of.
