ABBY KRAMER

[Abby Kramer]

ABBY KRAMER
PLAYED BY :Hannah Spearritt

THE CHARACTER

FULL NAME: Abigail Marie Kramer
NICK NAMES: Abby, Abs.
PREFERRED NAME: Abby
AGE: nineteen
GENDER: female
OCCUPATION: A student
HOME REGION: Northeast, but currently was attending a college in Portland, OR
PREFERRED WEAPONS:Own legs. Use? To run, she has yet to kill an infected, and is hoping to postpone the unavoidable.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: She is first generation American, parents migrated here from Finland four years before her birth, which explains the thin white hair, and the fair skin. Although faint, Abby's nose is sprinkled with pale freckles. She had tame eye brows, that have never required maintenance, and pale blue eyes, that change depending on intensities of lights.

Abby has one tattoo on the inside of her left wrist, it's the Gaelic word for "Summer Child", which is what her grandmother would always call her, even though Abby was born mid December. Her grandmother would run her hands through Abby's previously long hair, and say that she soaked up the summer sun, to keep them happy all year long.

Her usual attire is dark jeans, and a leather jacket that her grandmother bought her for Christmas one year. Still fit, for the petite girl never grew more bustly. Her hair is short, and styled in a "boyish way", it just became more easy to take care of, and her grandmother wasn't around to braid her Finish locks anymore.

PERSONALITY: Abby was never an out going child, but she was always happy, on home videos her father would tell her to say hi to the camera, and Abby who was playing with her dolls would look to the camera and just smile shyly, looking away after a little bit.

Shy was something Abby has always been, in school it took half the year for her to warm up to a class, and in high school it hardly ever happened. At home she was a mild child. Never running around rambunctious, and not having any siblings to egg her on to do crazy things, she had a lot of productivity growing up. She read a lot of books, drew a lot, and wrote some music when she was interested.

Abby was always lost in her own little world, not ditzy, but defiantly not the inquiring kind. She was comfortable in her own body, and mind, and didn't like to explore other people's lives. Never really picked on, so she didn't know if she was a fighter, but when everything happen, she knew one thing, she was a good runner.


LIKES

• Art, she was planning on majoring.
  
• Sweets
  
• Animals
  
• Her family
  
• Good books
  

DISLIKES

• Death
  
• Illness
  
• The dark
  
• Sour candies
  
• Trying new things
  

HISTORY BEFORE: Born in Aurora, New York, population 908. Her parents were Finish immigrants, who came here for better work opportunities, her father became a computer programmer in the city and her mother stayed home and took care of their baby. A happy childhood, full of pictures snapping, and giggling on videos. All attention on the little blonde girl.

When Abby was three her grandmother came to America, and stole Abby's heart away. She came because she was sick, and because Abby's father could now afford premium doctors. So she would stay in their house and watch Abby as, her mother finally had a chance to go to school and learn a trade.

The two got along famously, and her grandmother was her best friend through all of the years. She told all her secrets to her while her grandmother braided her long hair: which boy she liked, which girl she wished she was. Her grandmother would always laugh at the latter, and say that all the girls wish they had hair so blonde as hers. Secretly Abby disagreed, but never shared this opinion. She thought the girls and boys didn't like Abby's hair, no one here had hair so light. Everyone else had dark hair, and dirty blonde hair. None even close to the shade of hers. Something she thought her hair was so light, people would think she was a grandma.

The summer before Abby's sixteenth birthday was when her grandmother had passed. The cancer had gotten to the final stage, and she had been bedridden for most of the year. But Abby would still come and sit with her all day, and read to her, and tell her stories. Her grandmother would smile as she held Abby's hand. When she left this world, Abby's heart broke. Her mother tried to be there for Abby as her grandmother had been, but it wasn't the same.

One day she returned from school passed by her grandmother's room, and broke down once again. She sat in the chair she would sit in when her grandmother was strong enough to stand and braid her hair. After a while she got up and went into the kitchen, brought out a pair of scissors and locked herself in the bathroom, the process took two hours, but she finally broke down and took the metal blades to what her grandmother had always praised about. When she came out, she cleaned the scissors and disposed of the locks that were all over the counter. She shook her hair out, and for the first time, liked what she saw in the mirror.

After a while, she moved on with life, applied to a college out west, and her parents thought it would be best for her if she didn't have to pass the bedroom she spent so much of her life in, every day. So when she graduated she moved out her home and flew with one suit case out West. Attending the university in Portland. This was her second year.

DURING APOCALYPSE: She had been studying in her dorm room when she heard all of the commotion outside. Her roommate, Agnes, a southern belle, had been asleep, she'd been sleeping most of the day away. Last night she had come in at seven and complained to Abbey about how weak she was feeling. So she tucked herself into bed, and hadn't gotten up since.

It was probably 8:30 in the morning, when Abby got up out of curiosity. She glanced back to Agnes who was turned away towards her wall, and didn't seem to be stirring. She knew most students would still sleep until noon on a weekend, but she had different habits than most young adolescents.

"Aggy?" Abby said in a whisper to see if she could arouse her into checking out what all the noise was with her. But Agnes did not stir. So bare footed, and still in her pajamas Abby tiptoed across the room, she was not one to eaves drop, but this was something different than a couple fighting.

She opened the door and when she did she saw one student on top of another in the middle of the hallway. The one on top had his face buried in the others neck, and the one on the bottom was ominously still. Abby began to realize that the one on the bottom, was dead, and the one on tops, hands were covered in blood. That was when Abby began to scream an uncontrollable sound that was called forward by instinct. That got the student on top's attention and he rose his face to look at Abby, and began to get up. Abby slammed the door and held it shut with her back as she began to scream again

"Agnes!" She screamed for her roommate to get up and call 911. But Agnes did not stir. When Abby got brave enough to spin around and lock the door as quick as she could, she did. She then walked over to Agnes and placed a hand on her, she shook her a little and still there was no response. Abby felt her eyes begin to swell with tears of fear before her mind even acknowledged the possibility that her roommate was dead. She then turn Agnes over and saw the deformities of her face. Her partly opened eye lids her nearly shredded off, and her cheeks were missing indents of flesh, which when Abby pulled the sheet back, found under Agnes' nails. She cried and screamed some more. She quickly recovered Agnes' body with a blanket. Her own hands were trembling, and she began to pack the bag she came to this school with.

When she was dressed she heard a knock on the door that made her jump once more.

"Ladies, the hallway is clear," a voice said, but it sounded like it was knocking and walking from door to door.

Abby stood frozen in the middle of the room, not sure whether she should open the door or not. But when she heard a gurgle of life come from under Agnes' sheet she snapped back into action, she turned and pulled the sheet off of Agnes, "Aggy!" She called in relief, trying to believe that she had only imagined Agnes was dead. But Agnes' deformities had not disappeared, and the whites of her eyes were so red, Agnes began to sit up and growls were coming out of her mouth. Abby took a few steps back, and when Agnes got up and started coming to her Abby let another scream out. As Agnes was beginning to charge the voices outside the door rose, and soon there was pounding on the door outside. Abby didn't take her eyes off of Agnes, the way she stumbled towards her, and the way she grunted was more animalistic than anything.

The pounding on the door became harder and harder until finally the door broke open, splintering the frame where the lock had been. Three boys filed in, they were frat boys who lived in the next building, all they did was party. Abby looked at how ridiculous the bronze jocks looked with bandana's over their foreheads, she noticed one of them was holding a shot gun, where did they get that? She wondered right when her ears began to ring right after the boom was released in the small room. Abby turned her attention back to the charging Agnes, and saw a body fall to it knees and then forward with a face that was no longer there, the walls were splattered with blood.

Abby had covered her ears when the gun went off and was now lowering her hands as she turned to the boys who were cheering and laughing, they were passing back high fives. Abby still had the horrified look on her face when the one with the gun raised it at her.

"Did you get bitten?" He asked, as the celebration began to die down.

"N-no," Abby said wondering if she should be raising her hands.

Then the boy lowered the gun after looking her over.

"What's going on?" Abby felt tears coming to her eyes, but she felt nothing.

"Fuckin' Zombie Apocalypse!" One of the other ones said high fiving another and cheering with joy. These boys were celebrating. She escaped the school unscathed where as the rest of the students were banding together and thinking that this was great. If what the students were saying was true, Abby had to find a way to get home.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

Abby was getting tired. Her eyes were drooping, the last three days had been pure adrenaline, but that could only last for so long. She rested her body against a tree trunk, did she dare close her eyes for a minute? Just a few seconds. Her chest was heaving, from the anxiety of the darkness. Why didn't she find shelter? Instead she would run all night. She sighed, and opened her eyes, too afraid to keep them closed. The face of her roommate kept appearing every time, then the face was gone, and just blood was splattered all over the white wall, and Abby's sheets. Those boys cheering and high fiving. She didn't like to the think of it, and the last thing she wanted to think about was what had happened to the group that were following them because they seemed to be keeping their heads on straight.

She could see the sickness in a few of their faces too... there number's were probably dwindling, just like the amount of faith she had that she would make it through the night. She had tried to sleep... exactly three days ago, but when she opened her eyes and saw one staggering towards her, she jumped up and ran, she'd been running since. She was lost. That was for sure.

Abby pushed herself off the tree and began to walk again, staying still wasn't conducive to her survival. The forest was so dark, but luckily her eyes acclimated well. She could see the shapes of things around her, but did not stop to observe. Nothing was moving, that was important. Her body ached, she had never been so active in her entire life, possibly put all together.

She had to come across something now, it had been miles, and miles. At least it felt like it, she closed her eyes as she stepped, once she was in the rhythm of walking through the forest, each step was like a lullaby. Then she saw it. A flash of yellow light through her closed eyes lids, she opened them quickly, knowing that light all too well... head lights. She had reached an edge of this forest, and stepped into a dirt road. The car was stopping, and Abby stood there just like a deer in the head lights.

PLANS: Meet some people, avoid killing one of the infected, but when the thread comes, it will be quite a trauma to her. Maybe find a group to settle in with, not sure.

ANYTHING ELSE?: nope.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

GO BY: Max...
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: B+
HOW DID YOU FIND US?:Created site.
PASSWORD:*****
TIME ZONE:Pacific

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