Wendy is a Canadian lumberjack from way up north. Her family lived in an isolated logging community, with primitive technology and education. She isn't naturally stupid, but she is extremely uneducated. When she was 17, the Canadian government finally recognized Wendy's family's activities as mistreatment of minors. Wendy was confused as to why she was taken away from her family; she was rarely beaten and wasn't otherwise abused. She was adopted by a family in America, despite her older age. Wendy found it difficult to adapt to modern life, so she stole money from her foster family and ran away with the family dog, Rufus. She bought a chainsaw and a rifle (illegally), along with some necessities, then hitchhiked for a while before trekking deep into the woods on her own. She built a cabin and spent her days chopping down trees and occasionally hunting for food. Cutting wood is extremely therapeutic to Wendy, and she was quite content and sometimes even happy to be alone out in her cabin. One week, she couldn't find any game to hunt and became extremely hungry. She left her gun, chainsaw, and hunting knife in the cabin, and walked in the forest with Rufus at her heels until she hit the road. It took a while for a hitchhiker who would allow Rufus in the car to find her, but eventually it happened. A stocky neck-bearded truck driver picked her up and, as they were passing by some farmland, the semi hit person head-on with extreme force. The man was extremely panicked and slammed on the brakes. He jumped out of the car and ran to the body. It was a man's, distorted and bleeding heavily on the ground. Wendy did notice something strange; a lot of the blood on him seemed to be black and dried up already. When the truck driver approached the body, crying and with his cellphone out dialing 911, the dead man's head shot up intensely. The truck driver dropped his phone and ran at the sight of the dead man's horribly mangled, yet somehow moving, face. He ran back to his truck and screamed as the dead guy pounced on him, clawing and biting. Wendy stood and stared, completely in shock. Finally, she came to her senses when the zombie looked up from eating the truck driver and stared at her, like a cat stalking its prey. She ran to the truck and peeled out of there, leaving the driver for dead. She saw the road ahead was blocked with cars, so she drove off the road through the fields of farmland. The truck ran out of gas, so she left it in the field and ran to a farm, which turned out to be the farm where the game starts off. She fit in nicely with the other survivors, being a survivalist and a good fighter. She took up carpentry to make wooden furniture and tools for the group, loving the feel of her tools as they cut wood. Sorry for the length; I got a little carried away
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Topic: RTZ - Turn 13 (Read 16274 times)