* SCREW THIS

          Right. They had to go. The guy could (and most likely did) have friends and they wouldn’t be too pleased about their dead ally. Nick nods and motions for Annie to follow him. He weaves through a path, ducking behind objects occasionally to avoid the attention of any major hordes. Other survivors, the undead… everything was a problem here. No one could catch a break, especially the good ones.

          The mechanic would often look behind to make sure Annie was still following and it wasn’t until she was almost spotted did he reach out for her hand and tug her close. It was a rough tug, probably hurt her. He apologized immediately when he catches her.

          “I… You alright Annie? Who was that guy? What did he want?” The zombies are just around the corner so he takes the opportunity in the brief silence to move location to something a little safer. They were hidden away from any of the reanimated in the alley and outside of it, at least partially. They weren’t intelligent though, so they should be okay.

          “He didn’t hurt you too bad, did he?” What on earth was she doing out by herself? Not that she couldn’t handle herself, but Nick would have preferred her to be with someone for the exact reason he saw earlier. She could have been seriously injured, or worse… though, it’s not like he can talk… Nick isn’t exactly the strongest guy out there, he definitely could be beaten in battle easily enough, but concern for his own well-being was at the bottom of the list. Friends and family came first- Rhonda, Dick, Diego, Annie- he had to make sure they were all safe before he could even consider tending to himself.

         San Perdidos was a wasteland. Remembering what it had looked like before it become overrun by the undead was like trying to picture a parallel universe in her head. All these abandoned cars, some of them smashed into each other like dominoes lining the streets. She was pretty sure she knew where they were now, and it wasn't far from a safe house. But that was an illegal safe house, and it was possible that this asshole's friends would head there, too. Who knew how deep the conspiracy lay? Would any member of your family turn on you the second someone offered them an appetizing number? Something like that... it made you just like the dead.

         Annie was literally yanked from her thoughts to the present-- alerted suddenly to the presence of the dead. Crap. She needed to get out of her head and get in the game or they were toast. She crouched low, following him into the alley. It was a temporary solution-- the dead weren't just going to wander off. They tended to mill around, waiting for something interesting. Their best bet was to plot a course, grab whatever bludgeon was handy, and just run it. The second she thought it though, she realized how tired she was. Bone tired. Exhausted. Every second of her life now was running, and she was sick of it. She sat down on the pavement, her back against a brick wall. Nick was chattering on-- he was kind of cute when he got nervous. And he was so protective of her, too.

Closed starter for @contielliatros. 

         She woke up on a metal slab. All in all, not the worst place she'd ever woken up, but definitely not ideal. Her stomach churned and her vision swam, but she tried to sit up anyway. It was a bad idea. The walls were vibrating and it felt like the entire room was filled with very bright jello. There was a man in a smock to one side, focused on another table like the one she was attempting to sit up on. It looked like another girl was on the table just like she was. There was a high pitched whirring sound-- was that a fucking saw?? Oh, oh jesus.

         You really never knew what you’d find in someone’s desk. One time, Annie had found a double ended dildo and a bottle of whiskey in someone’s bottom right drawer. The more tame their decor, the better the stash she found, usually. That’s why she always checked the desks. In the back rooms of restaurants, stores, even in hotels. Always check the desk. Although, this time it was proving to be less of a find. And it was weird going through someone’s desk after you had just decapitated their shambling corpse. He was still on the ground– well most of him. The head must have rolled somewhere.

         So far, she had found a jammed stapler, three different white outs, a comically large calculator, and a mini rubik’s cube keychain. No secret cache of alcohol she could make molotovs out of, no poorly hidden porn, nothing that even had much of a personality to it, really. Out of desperation, she pulled out the keyboard drawer and out slid a familiar yellow shape. It clacked against the drawer front, then sat blinking at her. No way. A ZDC walkie talkie. Her first instinct was to dip– those things let the government track your location– but she hesitated. Who was to say it would be the US government on the other end. It certainly wasn’t on hers. Maybe somebody had a leg up on a way out of here…

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          All throughout this damn apocalypse Nick has been shoved, kicked, shot at, and beaten from those that thought him to be weak. He was alright with it, in the end he’d find a way to get what he wanted without necessarily having to retaliate back. He didn’t like violence and often tried to go with the option that had the least amount- this time he couldn’t. This time, he didn’t want to.

          He was trying to find her, trying to let her know that the plane was ready, but he couldn’t locate her in the area he was certain she’d be in. So he had to track her down and when he finally found her, she was in a dangerous situation. There was someone attempting to hurt her; to kill her. They sounded upset and Annie equally so. When he saw the other party reach up and smack her to the ground, her yelp ignited something inside the mechanic and he only saw red. He had nothing to help him in a fight but his fists and yet he still charged in with the might and rage of a bull. 

          He rams into the bastard that had hit Annie and down the two go with Nick on top. He punches, he slaps, he scratches, and he tears at whatever his hands could get a hold of. How dare they! Trying to kill someone he cared about and was desperately trying to keep alive- how fucking dare they!

          It’s only when the man beneath him is beaten beyond recognition does Ramos come out of his burning state, and when he does, he’s frightened. Obviously he’s the one that did this, but it scared him just how strong he was. Standing up and wiping his hands off on his coveralls, he turns to Annie, his brown eyes shining with concern.

          “Are you alright? Did he injure you?” Did I traumatize you?

         There's an ugly bruise starting to bloom along her left cheek, she can feel it forming already under her skin like every morning when she has to stick the needle in. Her fists are clenched, impotent, empty. Fuck, she hated being unarmed. It was worse than being naked, worse than crying in front of a complete stranger, worse than a dead head coming straight for you. Most of all, she hated the sound she made when her assailant knocked her on her ass. That pitiful little yelp, half pain, half surprise. Annie hadn't seen it coming. With all the world falling to ruins around them, why would another illegal care about some stupid bounty? Didn't they know what it was like to have crosshairs on your back? Served her right for trusting someone she didn't know.

         She didn't even try to get up. If they were going to take her to some creep in the back of a windowless van, Annie planned to make it as difficult as possible for them. She was a fighter, and she planned to fight. That is, until Nick came out of nowhere and tackled this asshole to the ground. How long had he been here? Gravel dug into the palms of her hands as she scrambled out of the way, lips parted as she caught her breath. A weapon. She needed a weapon. All that was around them were abandoned cars, broken shards of glass too small to make a knife, and fast food trash from a world that no longer existed. The spray of warm liquid across her face brought her attention back to the fight at hand-- Jesus fucking christ Nick was going to kill this guy, but she didn't stop him. The sound of flesh hitting flesh paralyzed her, and she didn't know what to do. The more he hit him, the safer she felt. Was that bad? No. That was survival.

         When he was done, Nick got off the guy, bloodied, panting. It took her a full thirty seconds to realize he was talking to her, to tear her eyes off the bloody mess that was her assailant's face. "What?" She stuttered, gaze shifting to the mechanic. "I'm fine. Come on, we have to get the hell out of here." But where would they even go?

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Who the heck is my muse anyway:

Annie is a character appearing in Dead Rising 3. Annie is an "illegal,” a person that is infected who hasn't been implanted with a microchip to be located and given Zombrex to prevent turning. She travels with her ex-boyfriend Red, who leads a group of illegals throughout the city. Because she is an illegal, she does not have a microchip, and must find her own Zombrex. She is later revealed to be Chuck Greene’s daughter. 

Points of interest:

In the apocalypse, it’s a point of interest that she’s still breathing. Annie is also pretty fearless and badass, so this is noticeable, too. In terms of physical appearance, she's very skinny and pale and wears heavy makeup and gothic fashion.

What they’ve been up to recently:

Recently, Annie's been trying to escape the outbreak in San Perdidos and to keep her family of other illegals safe. She's also been trying to elude a mysterious man who seems to be looking for her. She's motivated to get to safety, to protect those she loves, and to obtain zombrex. And also to stick it to the US govt. 

Where to find them:

Annie's group is holed up at the communications tower, but they have safe houses all around the city, and she often has to rely on them in order to seek out supplies or to carry out a mission.

Current plans:

Basically just her canon arc and then before and after the San Perdidos outbreak. 

Desired interactions:

I'd really love for Annie to have more friends. Other illegals, or people she knew before the outbreak. Or even other survivors she meets.

Offered interactions:

Annie will help your character if they're in trouble with the undead. She can't just leave people to get chomped.

Current open post/s:

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