ACT OF COURAGE GROUP VERSE BIO | AUDREY JENSEN | 18 | SOLITARY | ZOMBIE EXTERMINATOR
it hadn’t seemed so bad before. in truth, she’d been handling the whole thing pretty well for someone who was clawing her way through the zombie apocalypse. some of her friends--- she hadn’t known they were friends, not until the group they’d built to stay alive was getting picked off one by one--- hadn’t made it this far, and still she’d been fine. she had noah. even if everyone else in the world turned into a freaking zombie, she’d be fine as long as she had noah.
she no longer has noah. it’s so typical, too. the person you love most in the world becomes infected, and what choice do you have but to put a bullet in their brain?
she doesn’t feel right, joining the community they’d gotten so close to just before she had to put him down. she’d buried him close enough that she could see him from the outskirts of red doe, but she hadn’t been able to make herself go inside until someone offered her food and a bed to sleep in. her muscles ached and her stomach growled, but she felt hollowed out. it took her days to talk to someone, days to realize she didn’t want to stay. now she spends most of her time outside, lingering around noah’s grave. it’s almost as if she’s guarding it from the undead rather than red doe, but if anyone asks she just says she’s blowing off steam.
sometimes she spends a few nights inside, resting her bones and socializing, but she never stays for too long. it doesn’t feel right to sit still anymore.