[hider=Kennedy “Kenny” Sokoloski][center][color=#A67846][h1]Kennedy Sokoloski[/h1][/color][sub]16     [color=black][b]-[/b][/color]     ♎     [color=black][b]-[/b][/color]     Student     [color=black][b]-[/b][/color]     5’4”     [color=black][b]-[/b][/color]     Taissa Farmiga[/sub][hr][img]https://data.whicdn.com/images/109272246/original.gif[/img][hr][sub][i] “Is it so bad to hope?” [/i][/sub][/center]
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[indent]Though young and fresh-faced, Kenny has seen much in the past week, and her features have taken on a gaunt and haunted edge. She’s steadily developing bags under her eyes, and her natural thinness is starting to shine through her lean, athletic frame. On her she has the blouse and jeans she wore to school on the day the her life changed, which are now everything from torn to splattered, although thankfully they’re still holding up okay. Her hair is tied up in the same ponytail she kept adjusting through the week, and though she doesn’t look like she came close to winning any time recently, her eyes remain sharp with the will to survive.[/indent][sub][sub][color=#A67846][h3][b]Characterization[/b][/h3][/color][/sub][/sub]
[indent]Two weeks ago, Kenny was a high school sophomore who’d finally made first baseman on the school softball team, a daughter to an overworked single mom juggling shifts as both a nurse and a waiter, and a sister to a sweet little boy named Caleb, who was looking forward to celebrating their mom’s birthday. Two weeks ago, she was an optimistic person, a hardworking student, and a kind and loyal friend to classmates and teammates alike. Two weeks ago, she had loved ones around her and a life ahead of her, and she’d never thought twice about such a thing as zombies.

Today, she’s a baseball-wielding orphan barely clinging onto life in the diner her mom used to work at, who’s not sure whether the brother she begged a neighbor’s family to take along with them last week is still alive. Today, she’s living on dwindling supplies with nothing to her name but a dead phone and an old, blood-splattered baseball bat. Today, she spends her nights fending off bad dreams and her days caught between uncertainty and pessimism, but she’s willing to hope. She’s willing to hope that her brother beat the odds just as she did, that she can still fulfill her mother’s dying request for her to take care of him, and that she still has someone out there to live for. Because that way, she’ll have a reason to keep fighting as hard as she can, for as long as she can. She’ll have a reason to keep her head up and her eyes fixed on the future—on hope. 

So she will.
[/indent][sub][sub][color=#A67846][h3][b]Inventory[/b][/h3][/color][/sub][/sub]
[indent]- Wooden Baseball Bat
- Dead Phone[/indent]

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