TLS Shells Application

                    Shelby Kinney

                    Shel, Shels

                    20

                    March 17

                    Pisces

                    Female

                    Bisexual

                    Some Religious Beliefs- Christianity 

                    Single

                    I am really good at being quick and quiet, I also happen to have plenty of common sense, which ain't bad to have either. The colony used me as a scout and I am also one of the few who grew up in a small country town not far from here so I know the land pretty well. 

                     I am the colony scout, I am great on runs to town for supplies or to look for any survivors. I might not be the strongest one out there but I make up for it being quick and light on my feet.

                    Homemade Mace out of an old Baseball Bat

                    All the family I have are dead, as well as all my friends. 

                    I didn't have too much experience with weapons, even growing up in Texas I never really liked guns, my dad was the town sheriff and I saw and heard his tales of idiots with arsenals that I stayed clear of firearms. But I was one of the best on my highschool Ladies' softball team so I am pretty wicked with the bat.

                    All I have are my old Louisville Slugger, My Homemade Mace, and my father's old revolver. 

                     I have my combat boots, and my legs wrapped, and my scarf that I cover my face with, that's all the protection I need.

                     I was working as a clerk with the small town mechanic ocassionally doing some handywork. My father and I lived out on twenty acres with cattle, my mother had died in a car accident when I was young and my older sister was a flight attendant. I wasn't quite sure where I wanted to go to college so I was putting it off. Though I felt like I wanted to go for electrical engineering. My father was the town sheriff and always kept a spare scanner at home.

                     My father was transporting some criminal to the local jail when he was infected, I heard everything on the scanner. The infection. Planes going down. I stayed hunkered down until people, people I thought had died were there on my land, reanimated. Those people, people I had grown up in church with and grown up with were undead assholes attacking my cows. They didn't even see me until I started up the truck, I ran, I found a bunch of people who had been hulled up in the store. I helped them loot it as we stocked up canned food and medicines and stored it in a semi. Everyday we used my dad's police scanner to try and find other survivors. Those who weren't infect by the airborne virus. That's how we heard about the survivors hulled up at the Prep Academy, and found them. We 

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 Soda

 Cigarettes 

 Piano Music

 Guns

 Stupid Stinking Undead People

 Ocassionally People.

Personable, Kind, Trys to joke and fails, Trusts people unless they seem untrustable. Good and reading people.