Alice "Jinxy" Darkoff used to be a simple teen girl, working at a dinner down town to help pay for rent with her boyfriend. But, alas, that was so long ago. A happier time, an easier time, a.......<i>normal</i>time in a way. Now, sitting up in the third story of the hotel with a M21-Scoped in her hands, aiming at the wandering infected people in the streets outside of the walls, she sighed and pulled the trigger for the 67th time that day, blowing another infected's head to pieces. 'Lord accept the unfortunate up into your hallowed halls, amen." She said and kissed the silver cross that hung around her tanned neck. The cross had been a gift from her boyfriend, in that simpler time.......when he was alive. Choking back her emotions, she sat up, her white tanktop showing her lean and toned chest and arms. Ejecting the spent magazine from her trusted rifle, and snapping a fresh one into place.<br/><br/>She smiled as she recalled how she recieved the nickname "Jinxy." Two months ago while on a patrol outside of the walls, she had tripped on the body of an infected and bumbed into a car, setting off the alarm. Oh, how they ran for their lives toward the walls! After the patrol had reached back inside the walls, they slapped her on the back and laughed at her. She didn't blaim them, it was her fault.<br/><br/>Now, instead of patrols, she was told to stay up here and kill the wandering infected. She accepted the assingment and shrugged, what can you do? Lieing back down on the carpet she put down in her snipers nest, her denim shorts flashing bronzed legs, she lined up the next infected, a man in a blood splattered suit, and squeezed the trigger.....68th infected today......