Name:  Angelina Crawford<br/>Nickname:  Angie (don't call her Angel)<br/>Age: 35<br/>Appearance:<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F7d%2Fa4%2F31%2F7da43199128c25c739a235321c2ef9fd.jpg&amp;hash=c891a809975f9410f59ebac15b14eee2" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7d/a4/31/7da43199128c25c739a235321c2ef9fd.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Adrianne</a><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F78%2F7e%2F6b%2F787e6bbff7b27adaa4079750b7a44caf.jpg&amp;hash=c86c1915f38df0283c3f8bdeb6dcb64d" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/7e/6b/787e6bbff7b27adaa4079750b7a44caf.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Palicki</a><br/><br/>Former military and former cop (though did anyone ever stop being military or cop?), Angie had been in a lot of bad situations.  This really wasn't the worst.  Well, maybe it was, but she was trying to put a positive spin on the situation.  When the city went to hell overnight, she'd tried to "serve and protect" until there was no one left to serve or protect.  Then raiding the precinct armory for some firepower she'd stuffed into an army duffel bag, she'd went looking for a place to hunker down and ride out the storm.  She chose a high rise.  Yes, that was so predictable.  But as a former Army sniper, she wanted the high ground.  While there was still power to the elevators, she rode to the top floor and laid claim to the penthouse suite.  Then she proceeded to pile as much heavy crap as she could find on the second floor against the stairwell doors on the first floor.  And disabled the elevators.  Anyone entering the ground floor were blocked from using the stairwells and found the elevators out of service.  After that, she began clearing each apartment all the way to the top floor.  It appeared the apartment building was still under construction, though.  Most apartments were bare.  The penthouse had probably been finished because it was where the owner of the building was staying during construction.  The lower levels had plywood over the windows, probably awaiting delivery of real windows.  And to prevent vandalism during construction.  Which was perfect for her.  This was hardly a fortress, but it would suit Angie's purposes.<br/><br/>Angie's next project was to run zip lines from her building to the three closest adjoining buildings.  She wanted multiple escape routes from her fortress.  But she made sure the zip lines could be quickly severed to keep someone from using them to get to her.  She doubted the human-turned-flesh-eating monsters would know how to use a zip line.  But in this new dog-eat-dog world, the monsters weren't necessarily the biggest threat.  No, the biggest threat was from humans who had lost their moral compass as a result of the apocalypse.  She'd had to put down a few fuckers who ignored her uniform and saw her only as a piece of ass with a gun, both of which they wanted in the worst way.  In the process, she'd been stabbed and shot more times than during all her tours in Iraq<br/><br/>Someone (probably the owner of the building) had set up cameras on all four corners of the high rise and linked them to a TV monitor.  She was watching the surrounding area on that closed circuit TV while watching a DVD movie on another TV.  That's how she knew the monsters had come out during the day.  They normally only came out at night, so this caught Angie's attention.  Grabbing her sniper's rifle, she went out on the penthouse terrace and gazed down on the street.  A dead deer had drawn them out into the sunlight?  The monsters didn't move fast enough to catch a deer, so what had killed the deer?  Then she spotted the couple at the door of the convenience store.<br/><br/>"Shit," Angie muttered.  Sometimes it sucked being a cop.  Or former cop.  They'd drilled the "serve and protect" slogan into her brain so deep, that though she wanted to ignore people in danger, she felt obliged to do something.  She screwed a silencer on the end of the rifle.  It would lower the velocity of the bullet.  But shooting downward and from this distance, a shot to the head would still put these monsters down.  The idea was to kill the monsters as quietly as possible so as not to draw more of them out into the streets.<br/><br/>Checking the wind sock on the corner of the building for any sign of wind, she saw there was a slight breeze.  Not enough to throw off her shots, but maybe enough to drown out the sound from the silencer.  Flicking the cover off her scope, she zeroed in on her first target.<br/><br/>ptui . . . . . ptui . . . . . ptui . . . . . ptui<br/><br/>The dumb fuckers didn't even look up her way.  Only looked at each other as one after the other went down, their brains splattered all over the pavement.  Flicking the cap down on her scope once more so the sun wouldn't shine on the lens, she dropped behind the terrace wall.  She had no reason to advertise her location to the couple down below.  For all she knew, they could be as much a threat to her as the monsters.  She'd noticed a lone guy on the roof of a building down the street and hoped he hadn't seen her.