
╔═════════════════════════╗A morning like any other Bianka was up early. For her work demanded her as soon as possible she would often awake additionally early in order to at least get a good breakfast. She sat in the humble kitchen eating a breakfast made primarily of foods grown here in the safe zone. Getting to live such a 'normal' life was both strange and amazing, for it shows how humans are determined to survive, and are able to live through the literal end of the world. Thanks to the community her life isn't much different than what it would have been otherwise, she has clean water, electricity, a job to fulfil and a neighbour to say hello to every morning. Life was normal, well apart from the disease which has left most of the population infected, deteriorating and dangerous. But that wasn't part of her life. Since she was here from the very beginning the woman rarely has to leave the safety of the concrete walls, and she has no problem with that, here she has purpose, out there she's nothing but food. Once she was done with the simple breakfast she exchanged the oversized t-shirt to something more appropriate for work, then rushed out and off to her office. Her apartament wasn't set far from the medical centre, this was in case of an emergency when she is off hours, she could always get back to her office fast. Rushing in she started off her day with the daily routine of checking up on those who stay in the centre. The largest room in the building was a large room filled with rows of set up beds and far on the other side, an ominous back door no one wants to leave through.
Bianka Summers
Female║32║Medic for SZ
Tags: Open ║At: SZ- Office
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Sonia Raimo
Female║25║Lead Guard
Tags: Open ║At: SZ- outside walls
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Her heart pounded to the rhythm of her pace as the woman raced against herself around the walls of the safe zone. Sonia had a strict regime for every day, one which she had to follow to keep sane, routine was the key to sanity. With each pace she worked to minimise the sounds she made in order to avoid the attention of the dead. Either way just in case she runs with her pistol strapped to her waist and knife strapped to her thigh. Just in case. Running was painful to Sonia, her knee barley managed half the journey around circumference of the wall, but she had to keep her strength up, her stubbornness outweighed the pain of each motion. When running she tends to fall into the repetitive motion, loosing her mind in thought as though listening to an old song shrouded in memories, if not the dangers around her, Sonia would have happily been running around with headphones in. She had a strong passion for music, not that she played instruments, her aunt made her try the piano, but it didn't interest her as much as listening to it, feeling the rhythm, she used to love to dance. Used to. Getting lost in memories like these was a common thing for Sonia unfortunately, but it was not something she could avoid. Aware that things will never get better for her she preferred to long for the past rather than hope for the future. Once she had made it roughly half way around the walls she slowed her pace down till she came to a halt, sitting down and leaning against the wall as she regained her strength with every rushed breath.
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