Name: Trisha<br/>Age: 19<br/>Sex: Female<br/>Cup size: B<br/>Species: Catgirl<br/>Hair colour: dark blonde, hung in a pony tail that reaches her lower back. Cat ears and tail are a light shade of gray<br/>Clothes: Wearing tan, dirty and torn A-shirt, dark blue oil stained jeans, tennis shoes, & thick rimmed glasses with a cracked left lens<br/>Weapons: none<br/><br/>Trisha slowly regains consciousness in a hallway of the hotel. She cannot remember much, other than she was walking down the hall looking for survivors when the earth suddenly shook. The sent of blood nipping at her nostrils and the immense pain swelling in her head tell her she must have been struck on the head, possibly by falling deres.<br/>"H-hello?" She calls, but is only answered by the echo of her voice in the hallway. Slowly she gets to her feet, fighting the pain in her head with every inch as she pulls herself up with the aid of a window. Trish's heart sinks when she spies the column of black smoke bellowing from the mountain.<br/>"Oh shit...." She whispers to herself, and immediately gets moving down the hall; for she knows that time is of the essence, both before the island does it's impersonation of Krakatoa and before the evacuation boat, if there even is one, leaves her behind....<br/><br/>Still in a daze Trish rushes through the corridors of the hotel, looking for the exit.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave!!"</span>She muses to herself, mentally referencing<span style="font-style: italic">Hotel California</span>in attempt to lighten herself up. Trisha turns a corner, and finally spots the lobby at the end of the hall. She gives a heavy sigh of relief and sprints towards the door; almost tripping over fallen rubble as she rushes across the floor of the lobby and bursting through the front door to the nightmarish scene of a paradise gone to Hell...<br/>"HELLO!" she screams into the seemingly empty area around the hotel and the surrounding tropical forest, hoping to be heard by any refugees...