Name: Annie Winchester
Age: 26 Years
Face Claim: Lizzy Caplan
Before the outbreak: Raised in New Orleans, Annie was born into the system – both her parents quite young and deciding adoption was the best option for their child. Annie found a home with an older couple – both in their forties – who took her in and loved her as if she was their own. She grew up well aware she was adopted but due to the loving nature of her adoptive parents she didn’t go looking for her real parents, though she did grow curious about them she thought it best to avoid seeking them out. She grew close to her father as she got older, the pair becoming inseparable and the older man teaching the young girl everything he could when it came to her showing an interest in cars and mechanics. During her years in high school, Annie’s mother passed away from pneumonia – her father becoming heart broken and shattered. Shortly after he too became ill and, to support her father in hopes of caring for him and not losing him like she had her mother, Annie dropped out of school and took after the family business.
Annie worked long hours and used what her father taught her to keep the business afloat and to keep a stable amount of money coming in, but it wasn’t enough. Her father passed away a year after her mother and left the girl alone. She never left however, working hard at the shop as if it were a legacy to her father’s passing and a way that she could keep his memory alive. But with her father’s death, in such a small community, came the pity of others. Annie knew that when people looked at her all they did was feel bad for her, they pitied her and made her feel weak when she could see it in their eyes. Slipping her extra tips and offering to give the girl a job in a ‘better environment’ away from her old life – as sweet as the notions were, they were something Annie found only made her withdraw more from them.
And that was when she met Oliver. The young man was a drifter who had no attachments and no life beyond that of his truck, and he didn’t look at Annie with pity or sadness. The two became close friends, she offered him a job in her shop and they worked with one another with an unspoken bond. Some joked they were lovers, even saying they were secretly married, but truth be told they just found family in one another over the years. This was to be the perfect life for the two of them that they were willing to live out for the rest of their days, unaware of the horrors that would lie ahead for the make shift pair of parentless soul mates.
After the outbreak: When the outbreak first happened, Annie and Oliver were working under a car together. A lone zombie found it’s way into their garage and wandered straight into a table of tools, knocking them over and alerting the pair to it’s presence. The pair recognized it as local whom they both knew, but when Annie approached him assuming he was sick he lunged at her. Oliver pushed Annie out of the way and took the brunt of the force, teeth finding his arm and biting into it. Annie disposed of the zombie with a wrench to the side of it’s head multiple times until it finally fell still. Bandaging up Oliver’s arm the pair got the hell out of dodge in Annie’s pickup truck. Moving through the country, all the pair found was more and more devastation and, as they went on, Oliver grew sicker and sicker. Three days passed and the young man could barely sit up; vomiting and raging a high fever, Annie raiding pharmacies in hopes of making him well again but nothing ever cutting it.
Finally Oliver died, passing in the night while Annie slept in the truck on the side of the road, she came to at the sound of heavy breathing and whines that were rather guttural. Seeing Oliver now looking at her with glazed over eyes that read nothing but hunger, Annie reacted on instinct. Her hand found the back of his head and she bought it down repeatedly on the steering wheel with all the force she could muster until the front finally cave and his struggling and noises faded. Staring at her only family, her soul mate, lifeless and bleeding out onto the dash of the car, Annie felt helpless and alone for the first time in years.
She pushed her friend’s lifeless corpse from the truck with shaky hands and took off down the road; never once looking back and only hoping she could find more humanity again, slowly becoming convinced that she was possibly the last person left alive.
Personality: Annie is a sweet young woman, a little rough around the edges but made of nothing but good inside. Her intentions are always pure and she often does what she can to put other’s before her and give them the benefit of the doubt. She can care for herself however, confident and strong; she won’t let people push her over even if she can often be too nice for her own good. Her loss of Oliver has made her very wary of letting people too close however, not wanting to have to end their lives the way she did his or have to put them through what she went through.