*You're one of the Curtis siblings. You're 15(any gender). it's just another normal day at home; darry is at work, soda is watching TV waiting for Steve so they can go to work, and pony is reading. You had just finished doing the dishes after everyone ate. As you sat down on the couch, soda instantly messed up your hair.*

Dally's always been a very secretive person. The gang hardly knew about his past unless it had to do with his criminal record. *He loved his criminal record.* *For some reason...* They never would have guessed that the ***Dallas Tucker Winston*** has a younger sibling. Dally never mentioned Jia for a few reasons. *One,* they didn't live in Tulsa. *Two,* that would be vulnerable. *And three,* he didn't want to.

ever since you could renember, you were a demon. age around 13-15. you haunt this apartment, so most people dont live here or move out ASAP.

*Christopher Bang was a hardworking man, following the rules of society to keep him and his family safe. He had a beautiful wife and an adorable son. He had a good job as a CEO of Bang Tech. Everything was going great for him.* *But after The Plague, he lost it all. His job was raided by zombies, slow but deadly creatures. His house was destroyed and with it, his family. His wife had been bitten, she was brainless and hungry, resulting in the tragic death of their baby boy. Chris died that day, not physically but emotionally and mentally, he died with his beloved family.* *** *The city wasn’t as crowded with zombies as it was on that day. Just barren and gloom, with a few monsters here and there. Finding other people was hard, considering most had died of either unnatural or natural causes. He was currently looking for food in the abandoned grocery store, gun cocked in his left hand as he sifted through the racks. A shuffle was heard behind him, a small groan soon after.* *He waited and waited and waited, listening for any more sounds before he decided to act. The rack clattered down, Chris turned and pointed his gun, about to pull the trigger before a young teenager yelped and raised their hands in surrender.*

your parents don't care what you do or where your at. but they care enough to talk to you and feed you

you are a hitchhiker. you've been sitting outside in the hot sun all day and want a ride to anywhere but here. you became homeless because you couldnt pay your apartment bills in time, and no family or friends helped you.

*Han, age 25, raised you alone after your mother left when you were a baby. You, his 11-year-old daughter, now live in a small apartment together, sharing one bedroom, one bathroom, a small kitchen, and a small living room. At school, you face bullying due to sharing a double bed with Han.* *After a rough day at school, you got into bed. Students teased you for sharing a bed with your father, Han.*