Name: Kalissa Evelyn Fray-Hale
Age: Twenty Four
Gender Identity: Female
Former Occupation: COO of Hale Telecommunications Inc.
“Hello. Your 48 hour mandatory quarantine is now over. Before letting you into the populace I need you to answer a few questions. Please state your full name, date of birth?”
Kalissa looked over the administrator. The fact that they didn’t know who she was was sad in and of itself, what did they live under a rock or something. Everyone knew who she was. “Kalissa Evelyn Fray-Hale. Born October 29, 1996. Anything else?”
“Thank you. In the last 48 hours have you experienced Infected like symptoms?”
“God of course not. What do you take me for a heartless bitch?” Kalissa shook her head like she thought they were crazy. “Why would I be here, if I was showing signs of being infected. I’m not out to make anyone else sick.”
“Are there any ailments, disabilities, mental illnesses, or medical conditions that we should be made aware of?”
Wanna talk about getting personal? Shit. “No. No. Yes. No.” She answered, like the question was a damn checklist. When her interviewer raised an eyebrow as if asking for an elaboration, Kalissa sighed. “Manic Depressive Disorder and General Anxiety. And I’ve been told I tend to hide my feelings behind sarcasm but I don’t think that counts as a disorder.”
“Can you give us a little background on yourself. Your family life, work ethic. What kind of person are you?”
“I had three siblings. An older brother and a younger brother and sister, they were twins. My parents were happily married. Mom stepped down from COO to focus on the twins, I got the position when I became old enough, cause my brother didn’t want it.” Kalissa sounded almost frustrated. She didn’t want to talk about her family. “I used to watch the gremlins for my parents. I’ve always had a belief that the only job is a job well done. I like to have things done right and done the first time. There is no room for error.” She sighed, “And I don’t know what the hell I am. I’m a person. I like to think I’m a good person. Not everyone feels the same way. It is what it is. I want to help people the best I can.”
“Can you list three skills that you are proficient in?”
“That’s easy. Business management, financial matters, and I also happen to be a decent cook. I was taking college classes before the world fell to shit--- I was getting my degree in english, I was going to go overseas and teach kids in other countries as part of an outreach program my father was developing. I was two weeks away from finishing my masters degree at NYU.” She laughed, “Oh how the tables have so shittily turned on that.”
“Excellent. Now, three skills that you are not proficient in.”
“Ummmm, Housekeeping, Carpentry, and anything that requires fixing honestly. I’m miserable at most home-y things. Kinda a downside of being raised rich. I’ve had people who were paid to do it for me most of my life.” Kalissa shrugged. “I didn’t even know you weren’t supposed to mix bleach and ammonia until my boyfriend told me.”
“Alright, and last question. If you had to, would you be able to kill someone you knew if they became infected?”
“It’d suck. But I’ve seen how this shit plays out. You kill the infected before they can infect you. It’s a mercy.” Kalissa sounded almost sad about the idea. “I could kill if I had to. I used to go hunting with my parents all the time. But I don’t think I could kill someone I know. At least not if I was close to them. That said, I’d let someone else know, someone who’s not so attached. I think having to kill someone I know would break me, and the outpost has no use for someone broken.”
“Thank you, and welcome to Fortuna!”
“Break my heart then thank me for my time.” Kalissa laughed. “I see how this goes. Thanks. Have a great day.”
