[center][color=coral][h1]Laura Johnson[/h1][/color][/center]

[color=silver]It had been a long drive, and this was the end of the line. She had spent hours on the road, and the car would go no further. The dirt-scarred Volkswagen Golf sputtered to a stop, tires slowly coming to a standstill as its fuel tanks finally ran out of fuel. Laura punched the steering wheel in frustration, uttering a swear word, but was silently impressed and grateful at how the car had brought her as far as it did. Travelling from Manhattan, driving south all the way towards Philadelphia. She had no place in mind, but all she knew was she had to leave New York, for it had become the city of dead. 

An incredibly dense and populous city, Laura was glad she left the city when she did. If she had left any later, she might have been cut off by the packs of roving dead that now roamed the streets and roads of the United States of America. She stared blankly at what lied before her for several minutes, before snapping out of it. A car had crashed into a road sign, one prominently placed at the side of a main road. If she was right, the sign should inform her of where she was currently at.

Grabbing her khaki backpack from the front passenger seat, she opened the driver's side of the door, and exited the vehicle, slinging on her bag. Dressed in a brown plaid shirt and a matching pair of brown pants, her head was adorned with a equally brown baseball cap, her long blonde hair drawn into a ponytail, sheltering her head from the unrelenting sun. Clad from top-to-toe in brown, she was a total match. 

[color=orange][i]Still gotta look good at the end of the world.[/i][/color] 

There was always still looking worth living for, the optimistic side of her clearly showing. Walking towards the front of the car, she managed to lift up the sign slightly, just enough for her to read the words printed on it. It was covered in dirt, but the name of the place was still visible. Wilmington. If she was right, that should put her current location somewhere in Delaware. She recoiled in shock as she saw a figure in the car's driver seat, but recovered when she realised that it was but a corpse. Someone had placed a bullet in her head, ending what remained of her miserable existence.

Laura had heard about the signal that was broadcasting from the car radio earlier on. She had totally forgotten that the thing was still even on, most of the radio stations now silent from the lack of power and inactivity. The person broadcasting from it had mentioned something about a safe location, and that was something she had to look forward to. That became a new goal, apart from meeting someone who won't want to kill her. Gun shots then echoed throughout the air, one after another. 

[color=orange][i]Guns meant people.[/i][/color] 

While she may not be good at using guns, she had one and knew how to use one when she needed to. Quickly making her way on foot towards the source of the shots, she guessed that they were coming from the cluster of apartment complexes ahead.[/color]