Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2017 19:17:29 GMT
Nobody knew how it happened, how a scared girl form the Midweast became the road walking monster in a world of ashes, how the infection began, or even how she stayed so clean even whilst everything fell apart.
Maybe the infection had always been there and she was the one who spotted it.
But every story has a beggining, every woman was once a girl, every scar was once skin and tehre eve na world without infection.
And so we start before the Division, before the Cities explode before world leaders tals k menat nothng and before the Dead Walked.
Maxine was scared, cooped up inside the tight cinfines of the closet as her mother nad father shouted and screamed at each other, all there was was the walls, the noise, the thumbs shouting as she hled the door tight and trid to ignore her Fathers wrath.
Maxine was angry, holding the belt as she grew, the abuser had become the abused, the closet was now his prison, his hiding spot from her rage , her anger, even as she moved away form a home that had never desired her and learned the knowledge of violence, there was no college, no learning only a simple rule of surrvivla and the idea that strength was the only thing that mattered.
Maxine was not like the other girls, bigger, taller, stiornger, so she had to learn from those who could handle it, she knew she wasn't pretty by any sense but in a world made ugly by decadence and cruelty? She was just what it needed .
So it was she grew into adulthood, handy witha wrench, handy with her fists and handy at delauing with anyone that came her way, currently leant under the hood of a car even as she listened to the radio, she'd been a rond show her afce a few places and had gooten the strangest invitation.
Try Wrestling.
In the hallowed halls of her school she learne dquickly that Strength here equalled chances, that brutality and ruthless carved a bloody path to something better, every body a banquet and every win another step along a road she felt was just where she was meant to be, what she was meant to do.
And somewhere, somehow an infection was spreading.
Who is Paitent Zero?
Maybe the infection had always been there and she was the one who spotted it.
But every story has a beggining, every woman was once a girl, every scar was once skin and tehre eve na world without infection.
And so we start before the Division, before the Cities explode before world leaders tals k menat nothng and before the Dead Walked.
Maxine was scared, cooped up inside the tight cinfines of the closet as her mother nad father shouted and screamed at each other, all there was was the walls, the noise, the thumbs shouting as she hled the door tight and trid to ignore her Fathers wrath.
Maxine was angry, holding the belt as she grew, the abuser had become the abused, the closet was now his prison, his hiding spot from her rage , her anger, even as she moved away form a home that had never desired her and learned the knowledge of violence, there was no college, no learning only a simple rule of surrvivla and the idea that strength was the only thing that mattered.
Maxine was not like the other girls, bigger, taller, stiornger, so she had to learn from those who could handle it, she knew she wasn't pretty by any sense but in a world made ugly by decadence and cruelty? She was just what it needed .
So it was she grew into adulthood, handy witha wrench, handy with her fists and handy at delauing with anyone that came her way, currently leant under the hood of a car even as she listened to the radio, she'd been a rond show her afce a few places and had gooten the strangest invitation.
Try Wrestling.
In the hallowed halls of her school she learne dquickly that Strength here equalled chances, that brutality and ruthless carved a bloody path to something better, every body a banquet and every win another step along a road she felt was just where she was meant to be, what she was meant to do.
And somewhere, somehow an infection was spreading.
Who is Paitent Zero?
Well howdy there pardner.