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Before the drop Allison was a retail worker in Atlanta, she often dealt with rude and entitled customers, and on top of this she often had the longest shifts, rarely having breaks or time off. Due to not having enough time or energy she often flaked on friends and family, which put a damper on her relationships, anyone she was with often commented on how apathetic she was. Sometimes during hours when it was slow she would fantasize about what it would be like if there was an apocalypse, and once the drop finally came she often wondered if this was why she fantasized so much. Watching as police stormed Atlanta, she saw the first person eaten alive right in front of her, she hadn't known at the time, but she would soon see many more scenes just like it- if not worse. Amongst all the chaos of people dying, fighting, and noise she had been able to overhear talks of evacuation, this allowed her sneak away to her apartment. When Allison arrived to her apartment complex it had luckily been fairly quiet, aside from multiple people arguing or packing to evacuate, she took this as an opportunity as she rushed to her room. Once inside she sporadically grabbed what she could and shoved it into her trusty satchel, soon she had a hunting knife, pads, her diary, sketch book with some pencils, a machete, Firestarter, some bandages varying in size, a blanket and any food or water she could fit. Alongside her satchel she grabbed her tent, having collected what she thought would be necessary for the evacuation, Allison was on the road headed just outside the city.

Description
Before the drop Allison was a retail worker in Atlanta, she often dealt with rude and entitled customers, and on top of this she often had the longest shifts, rarely having breaks or time off. Due to not having enough time or energy she often flaked on friends and family, which put a damper on her relationships, anyone she was with often commented on how apathetic she was. Sometimes during hours when it was slow she would fantasize about what it would be like if there was an apocalypse, and once the drop finally came she often wondered if this was why she fantasized so much. Watching as police stormed Atlanta, she saw the first person eaten alive right in front of her, she hadn't known at the time, but she would soon see many more scenes just like it- if not worse. Amongst all the chaos of people dying, fighting, and noise she had been able to overhear talks of evacuation, this allowed her sneak away to her apartment. When Allison arrived to her apartment complex it had luckily been fairly quiet, aside from multiple people arguing or packing to evacuate, she took this as an opportunity as she rushed to her room. Once inside she sporadically grabbed what she could and shoved it into her trusty satchel, soon she had a hunting knife, pads, her diary, sketch book with some pencils, a machete, Firestarter, some bandages varying in size, a blanket and any food or water she could fit. Alongside her satchel she grabbed her tent, having collected what she thought would be necessary for the evacuation, Allison was on the road headed just outside the city.