- Age 22 - Former Yoga Instructor at the YMCA in the Bronx, NY - Reddish Brown Hair - Currently wearing dark yoga pants and a plum top.
- Age 19 - Former Model for Saks Fifth Avenue Catalog - Reddish Bronze Hair - Currently wearing a tank top and jeans.
*Prologue* Last Summer. The time when everything began going to hell. First, it was nothing major. A few people dying from a strange ailment. But since the beginning of the new year, people all around the world have been attacking others. Killing them. Ripping out their insides. Making the innocent become one of...them. The government claimed it was just a flu - a new strain that had caused everyone to turn on each other; turn the recently deceased into mindless blood thirsty zombies. But, even when the governments of the world began to fall to the rotting hands of the undead, they still stood by their words on what had caused this. It's been a year since everything went to hell. Ever since that first day, everyone has left or died and is now walking among them. All that's left is those who manage to survive this. Fighting. Killing. Living. *End Prologue*
"Jessie! Come on!"
Jackie screamed as they tried to outrun the zombies outside the mall. "We only have a little ways to go!"
It took a lot to get Jackie to hurry up a long time ago, but now, she had incentive. She wanted to fucking live.
"Yeah! Let's get in there! We'll barricade the doors!"
Jessie exclaimed as she pushed open one of the doors to the mall. She rushed her younger sister inside and looked around, desperately looking for something to block the door. That's when a chair caught her eye and she reached to grab it. She broke it and used the bars of the back to put in the handles of the door. She took the moment to catch her breath as she pulled out the machete from her backpack and began to wipe it down.
Jackie panted for a moment as she caught her breath, leaning on the 'Louisville Slugger' that she had to fight them. "That was fucking close,"
Jessie glared at her sister. "Don't say something like that. What would Mom s---"
she paused for a moment looking down.
Jackie smirked. "Well, Mom isn't alive anymore anyway. Hell, she's one of those bastards. Who knows, maybe she found our cheating dad and gave him a once over.."
Jessie rolled her eyes as she looked around. She looked up to the directional signs and started to walk. "Come on. We're going to go check out the food court. Hopefully there's still something that isn't rotten yet."
"Someone's gotten her feelings hurt,"
Jackie said in a sing-song tune. She followed and as they neared the food court, it seemed ransacked but there were still bags of chips on the stands near the Subway.
Both women grabbed a few and opened them, sitting down. It seemed quiet enough. No zombies around for that matter. They were sitting in peace until they saw a man running through the food court, running to the exits and so forth. Jessie and Jackie looked to each other before they turned their attention to him.
"Do you know a way out of here? I know you have no idea who I am but you need to trust me right now! There is a small herd of zombies heading this way!"
Jackie stood up, wiping her hands clean of the grease from the chips and picking up her baseball bat, pointing it at him. "Are ya bit?"
she asked. Jessie grabbed at her sister's arm.
"Don't question him. We might can trust him,"
the older sister said standing up.
Jackie pulled her arm away. "That's what you said about Michael! And Ken! And Oliver! And they fucking turned on us! What makes this guy any different?!"
Jessie pointed at the gun he was holding. "Because he knows how to handle that. He could help us."
She turned her attention to the strange young man and started walking towards him. "We know a way out of here. The theater has an exit."