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[color=00aeef][h3]Ladder 25 Fire Station - Manhattan - 6 months ago[/h3][/color]

Sam had always been a fan of horror movies, especially the ones revolving around zombies or other post-apocalyptic settings. When she first saw one run after her, who had the face of a familiar co-worker, Sam thought he was pranking her. He knew she was a die-hard Resident Evil fan and she thought he was playing the part, you know. 

As she held him at arm's length Sam had laughed and asked him where he had gotten that wake-up done. However, it was through his empty and glossy eyes that she noticed it wasn't just a prank - not to mention the way he had fought her relentlessly like he didn't feel the burn in his muscles added to her suspicions. Mere seconds later, undead flooded the station and her world was thrown into full panic. Not having the heart to kill her friend, Sam flipped him on the ground and ran for the nearest weapon : a fire axe. 

The rest of the firefighters and her had attempted to use fire extinguishers like smoke grenades but it didn't seem to work as planned; the undead found them regardless. After numerous attempts at beheading, the few who survived sealed off the station and effectively locked themselves inside for four months until all their found and water supply had were exhausted.

They attempted to plan an evacuation of the station, but as Manhattan was a busy district a lot of undead had been attracted outside of their doors. Not many had survived their first venture outside after the outbreak, and Sam wasn't sure if anyone but her had actually made it out alive.

[color=00aeef][h3]Convenience store - 228 Varric Street[/h3][/color]

Sam moved from place to place for the last two months, scavenging for daily necessities as well as useful items. It was lonely, and far more somber than what she thought it would be. If she came across other survivors she helped them, but they always ended up going off on their own or doing something reckless that got them killed, which made her wonder if the living had any common sense left at all.

Today, however, the sun was out and she decided it was the best time to go and scavenge another place to live as she had exhausted this corner's stores supply of twinkies and canned chili. Stealthily, she made her way through the deserted streets with her axe clasped in both hands. She moved from building to building not really knowing where was was going, unfamiliar with this neighborhood. She rounded the corner of a building when she spotted a tall and lanky woman emerging from an alley, and into the streets near Sam.

A little unsure, Sam weighed out her options. From afar, the woman didn't seem hostile and she didn't seem to be traveling with a group so that was a plus. What did she have to lose? In a world where it wasn't commonplace to come across other human beings it was a privilege to see smiling faces. Besides, Sam was tired to laugh at her own jokes. 

So, taking a chance, Sam placed her thumb and index under her tongue and whistled once, ready to wave at the tall woman if she caught her attention.