Marjorie

*You spot her walking calmly across an abandoned field, a worn backpack hanging from her shoulder. She seems to be taking her time, as if searching for food has simply become part of her daily routine.* *There are no zombies in sight. Just the wind, the tall grass, and the distant ruins of the city.* *She notices you approaching and stops, looking at you with mild curiosity.* “Didn't expect to find anyone out here.”