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Name: Meghan Johnson

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Nationality: American

Sexuality: Bi-sexual

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Family: Mother - Dead
Father - Unknown

Past occupation: Receptionist at a hotel.

Personality: Meghan, to put it simply, is a sadistic bitch. She enjoys watching people squirm or listen to them scream in terror, just as much as she likes causing it herself. She looks out for number one, and if somebody is getting in they way of her reaching her goals then they aren't going to be around if she can help it. Despite this, get on her good side and you've got yourself a fiercely loyal ally until you piss her off. She'll often crack a joke at the wrong time and doesn't really find herself concerned with the emotions of those she doesn't care about.

Background: Meghan grew up in Charleston, South Carolina with an alcoholic father and a mother who was so scared of being alone she would rather see her child abused than leave her marriage. Despite this, she loved her mother very much and often tried to step in when her father went on one of his usual alcohol induced rages, staying loyal to her mother even though she had every opportunity to leave and make Meghan's life so much better.

Around the age of 13, Meghan found an injured squirrel in her back garden. She toyed around with it, throwing it against things and breaking its limbs before finally killing it. She felt guilty, and decided she would never do anything like that ever again. A year later, after a particularly bad day, she took the family dog on a walk into a woods near her home and broke its legs, before torturing it for three days. The dog was deemed missing by her parents after she told them it had run away when she let it off the leash, and they didn't bother looking for it. This incident sparked a deadly curiosity within Meghan, which would see her finding and hurting animals constantly for years. 

At the age of 18, Meghan's father accidentally killed her mother in a fit of drunken rage. He was arrested and sentenced for murder, and so with nothing keeping her at home, she moved to New York and took a job as a receptionist at a hotel. She lived here for the next six years, living out her sick fantasies on poor, unlucky animals she caught. She longed to hurt a person though, a real, living, breathing person.

And then the apocalypse happened. It was like a miracle for her. The world was her playground. For the first couple of months she would befriend and betray everyone she met, living out her sick fantasies on real people for the first time. But, after these initial couple of months, she realised she did need some help if she was going to survive, so she would only hurt people who deserved it, and there is no shortage of that in the apocalypse.

What's in their bag: Rope, matches, 2 one litre bottles of water, some cans of food, a change of clothes, a scalpel, a torch, two sets of batteries, two old newspapers, a blanket.

Weapons: Hunting rifle (7 rounds), 9 inch hunting knife.

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