|Ellie-May “Baby Cheeks” Lewis|
Name:
Ellie-May “Baby Cheeks” Lewis
Age:
Eighteen
Occupation Pre-Outbreak:
High school student
Weapons:
A marlin 336C hunting gun, Onion Skinner hunting knife,
Supplies:
Two loafs of stale bread, 15 bullets, flask of water, toilet paper, lighter
History:
Ellie-May was born in Tulwa, Alabama, a small town near Montgomery. Ellie-May was not expected to have lived, considering her mother had problems reproducing and had lost the baby before her. As such, Ellie-May grew up being coddled by her parents, and experienced a very close relationship with them. With her mother, she would play board games – as her mother had an intense love for board games – and Ellie-May went hunting with her father. On game nights, they would invite the neighbors over and deck out in Auburn colors, yelling at the TV for hours, and on Sundays they went to church like the good Christians they were. Ellie-May almost always lived up to their expectations, and when she didn’t, they quickly forgave her.
Ellie-May was always known as the sweet girl at school, who diligently did her work, helped anyone when they needed, and was always willing to volunteer to help teachers with something. However, she was also known for having a hot-temper that led to her getting into fights often with girls – she’s tried on occasion to fight a boy, but they always laughed her off to her annoyance. In her sophomore year of high school, Ellie-May was almost expelled from school, but just barely escaped it with a three-day suspension. After that, her parents began taking her to anger management classes and the fights lessened, though there was the occasional brawl here and there.
Because of her father, Ellie-May was very much into hunting at a young age. It was around the age of eleven that she handled her first gun, thirteen when she actually managed to shoot something. She became an avid hunter and went hunting every Saturday in deer season, even going as far as to wake up at four in the morning in order to get a good spot in the trees. On her twelfth birthday, Ellie-May received a male Pointer puppy that she named Oswald. She trained the dog to hunt small game and often brought him along when she was hunting for ducks or something of that sort.
The summer before Ellie-May’s senior year, her mother told the family that she was pregnant. The family was excited with the prospect of having a second child, but had reserves considering her mother’s history. Nevertheless, they took extra precaution and made sure to eat right, exercise, and visit the doctor as much as possible.
The virus broke out when Ellie-May was a senior in high school. Thankfully, because they were in a small, sort of remote town, they got the news before the virus reached the town. The Lewis family locked up the house, staying guard every day and night. They stocked up on canned foods and had been prepared. They lasted a week, a week of hearing the moans of the dead at their door.
It was in the middle of the night and Ellie-May had fallen asleep when she was supposed to be on watch. She woke up to a crack, startled she looked around and realized her father was missing as well as the gun he slept with. Picking up her gun, she edged around the hallway and looked into the kitchen where the backdoor was. Her father was there, staring in horror at the backdoor. The screen door had a gaping hole in it and the outer wooden door, which had been bolted and had been boarded up, was completely ripped from the house from the outside. One of the undead clawed its way into the kitchen, towards her father who began shooting, but his hands were shaking too much from fright. Ellie-May couldn’t move out of fright and when her father saw her, he mouthed to her to get her mother and run. Ellie-May rushed out and woke up her mother, dragging her to the front door. Then, they heard a shot and a strangled scream, then silence. Entering the room, the duo saw him leaning over the table and panting. Shakily, he looked up, and raised his hand with his gun in it, pressing it to his temple. Crying, he pulled the trigger.
Mother and daughter both just stood there for a minute, frozen in shock and pure misery. Then, as if she were electrocuted, Ellie-May’s mother began moving around the house, gathering things into two bags while Ellie-May just stood there. When her mother was on the second floor, Ellie-May crawled towards her father and sobbed when she found the bite mark on his forearm.
Ellie-May and her mother left Tulwa, Alabama that night with Oswald following them, keeping a nose out for the undead. They haven’t talked about that night since.
Personal Goal:
Successfully protect her mother and her baby from harm
Trivia:
- She has a long scar on her back from when she tried to hunt an alligator
- She is unsure of her sexuality
- She fidgets with her fingers and bites her nails
Name:
Stephanie “Teff” Lewis
Age:
41
Occupation Pre-Outbreak:
Nurse
Weapons:
A Winchester hunting rifle,
Supplies:
Travel chessboard game, 1 can of green beans, two bottles of water, first-aid kit, matches
History:
Stephanie Smith was born in Miami, Florida and lived there for the majority of her childhood. When she was eighteen, she moved to Tulwa, Alabama for her father’s work. There she met Henry Lewis at a coffee shop. At first, she was unimpressed with his horrible puns and tobacco-chewing self, but through the months she fell in love with him. When she was nineteen years old, they married and she converted from Catholicism to Christianity. For one unsuccessful year, they tried for a baby due to her strong maternal instinct, but it proved fruitless. Until, finally, when she just turned twenty-one, she found out she was pregnant. They were excited and overjoyed. They turned Henry’s office into a baby room and splurged on baby stuff. Nine months later, Henry Jr. Carter Lewis was born dead. Heartbroken, Stephanie became a hermit for several long months, rarely moving. Then, one day, her period was late and she ran to the store and took a pregnancy test in the bathroom stall. She was pregnant! Her miracle baby, a baby not expected to live, was born nine months later, when she was twenty-three.
The now complete family lived in peace for eighteen years, and Stephanie had even become pregnant once more. Their peace was shattered when the virus broke out, they holed themselves up in their home. Then, one night, Stephanie was shaken awake by her daughter with a panicked look in her eye. Without a word, they moved towards the door, when they heard a shot and noise ceased. They moved into the kitchen and Stephanie felt instant relief in her heart when she saw her husband safe and sound. And then he raised his gun and pressed it to his temple, slamming his finger on the trigger and crumbled to the ground. Stephanie was in absolute shock. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t think, but then…she heard the rattling breath of her daughter next to her. As if she snapped back into a mindless mother mode, she began moving around the house packing things into bags. She kept an ear out for any undead that might enter the house, but the undead had been particularly slow that night. When she was finished packing two bags, one for her daughter and one for herself, she grabbed her daughter’s hand and led her silently into the garage. They entered her truck, waited for her daughter’s dog to get into the car, before they drove off, never stopping for anything and keeping the headlights off.
She never looked at his body and she never allowed herself to spare a thought on it ever again, instead moving on autopilot.
Personal Goal:
To help every survivor she comes by and to find a doctor that could find a cure
Trivia:
-She is terrified of losing Ellie-May or her baby
-She loves board games
Banned
