Name: Hayley Dawson

Appearance: [img]http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/enskins/images/2/21/Cook_Effy_skins.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110310165754[/img]

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Where you from?: New York City

Personality: She's sassy, has a foul mouth on her, and doesn't know when to shut up.  She tends to get herself into trouble with these ways.  She's afraid of new people, and new relationships, and really only wants to stick to what she knows.  However, what she knows…is pretty much gone.

Back Story: She's headstrong, and before the outbreak, lived on and off the streets.  The only home she ever had was the couch of her best friend Ryder (pictured with her above).  He lived in a simple shoebox apartment in the middle of Manhattan.  He was rich, by default, having mostly trust fund money from his parents to make his life glamorous.  However, he spent most of his time and money attempting to make HER life glamorous.  For that, she could never repay him, but she always gave him her time.  They ran off for a while, with nothing but money, a bag of clothes, and a couple of plane tickets.  They were headed for the West Coast, when their plane was forced to land on emergency in Cleveland, OH.  Someone on the plane had threatened another passenger with violence if they didn't move out of the way to the bathroom.  In a matter of seconds, however, that panic, lead to a blood bath.  The person had began snarling, and snapping, after appearing dead in the middle of the isle.  The pilot was made aware, and the person was covered with a sheet.  Not long after his death, however, he sat straight up, and chaos broke out.  It was the single most terrifying moment of Hayley's life.  Ryder protected her, kicking the man at the emergency exit.  Before they were forced to open the door, and kill everyone, the pilot made the decision to land.  Problem?  The chaos in the sky was only the tip of a bigger problem.  The chaos on the ground was widespread.  As they exited the plane, Hayley and Ryder were separated, and she was carried off to a holding area, while he was left behind to run for safety.  The only thing she remembers of his last moments with her, was all of the blood, from those around them.  Now, it's her mission to find him, if it takes the rest of her short life.

Weapons: She has her carry-on backpack, which she has stuffed with various supplies along the way, including weapons.  She carries a blue handled machete (hooked at the end), several decent sized pocket knives, a large Buck knife, and a Mossberg Maverick 88 tactical shotgun she reluctantly lifted off a dead cop outside the airport.  Along with the shotgun, she managed to lift three 15 round boxes of 3 inch 12 gauge 00 buckshot from his vest.

Vehicle: None
Other: She's on a mission, and probably doesn't care about making friends.  She has an unfortunate self harm addiction, that could pose a problem in this environment, and other than the knowledge she has accidentally learned about her shotgun, she knows nothing about weapons.