(http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss291/Lucille79_photos/5629.jpg)<br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Leslie Marie Kemp<br/><strong>Age:</strong>24<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Ouachita, LA<br/><strong>Height:</strong>5'2<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>132 pds<br/><strong>Hair:</strong>Reddish Brown<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Emerald Green<br/><strong>Primary Occupation:</strong>Executive Chef, Restaurant Owner<br/><strong>Secondary Occupation/Skill set:</strong>Emergency Medical Technician<br/><br/><strong>Physical Description:</strong>Leslie is tiny in every way until she opens her mouth. Only 5'2 she is what her mother describes as plump and her lovers describe as curvacious as hell, think Marilyn Monroe....Thick curly hair falls to her waist and can never be tamed. Almost red it is just a tad to brown to qualify. Her eyes are shockingly green and big as saucers. She uses them to her advantage frequently. Always in the kitchen she can be found in simple blue jeans, countless numbers of blue t-shits that are a size to small (she loves to show off those amazing DD breasts of hers) & Reebocks. For some reason she loves panties and bras, she can always be found wearing silk and lace thongs of every color, even after the world ended.<br/><br/><strong>Notable Equipment:</strong>SMART MCI BAG W/EMS FLOW CHARTS TRIAGE SYSTEM(fully equipped medical supply system), Field Guide Medical Books, Various other medical supplies such as Burn Care, Medications of all kinds, Needles, Syinges, 2 Glock 17 pistols, 5 boxes of ammo, 5 stapped on daggers hidden by clothing, camping equipment, & 3 gallons of gas.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Born in a small town outside of West Monroe, Lousiana Leslie is from a giant family of loud, drinking, Scottish/Irish swamp rats. Having 11 Aunts and Uncles brought about huge family gatherings. Gatherings brought about cooking and Leslie loved cooking. Delving into the world of spices and baking Leslie was ready to open her own restaurant by the time she was 12. Dreams had finally started coming true for Leslie in the last 2 years. Having started working at the wonderful<em>CANARD'S</em>at 16 washing dishes Leslie finally made soux chef at 21 and when her mentor retired she purchased the place of her dreams with the help of her loud obnoxious and highly supportive family. Now 24 Leslie lived and breathed her restaurant. She still lived with her parents because having a home ment taking time away from her baby,<em>CARNARD'S.....</em>Being very concerned with everyones safety was another of her obessions, this led her to getting her EMT license at age 20 so she would always be prepared for injuries. No pets, rarely ever any lovers, family was her only link with the outside world. Looking at Leslie Marie one would think she was small, cute and quite shy. They would be mistaken. Walk into her kitchen and her mouth would make a sailor faint. Demanding military perfection in her kitchen was her world and she would cut anyone down with a flash of her brillant eyes and smart mouth. Her food was great though....<br/><br/><br/><strong>Introduction:</strong>"This has no lobster in it you idiot! How can you serve<em>LOBSTER RISOTTO</em>with<em>NO LOBSTER</em>! This is shit! Go back and do it right or I'll kick your sorry fat ass out of my kitchen you jack ass!" Leslie screamed in her sister's face. Whipping back around she began checking orders once again and sending them out to her loyal customers. Another plate of<em>LOBSTER RISOTTO</em>appeared on the hot plate and after checking it she grinned. "Excellent risotto Lela!"  she called out as it left the kitchen. God she loved this place, she could feel her adrienaline pumping and smell the heavenly scent of food being prepared. Leslie let a laugh slip past her lips, oh how alive she felt!<br/><br/>A crash and scream brought her head up with a flash. Rushing out into the dining area she saw someone who looked dead attacking her cousin who happened to be her hostess. Customers were horrified as the dead person took a chunk from Holly's neck and blood spattered everywhere. Grabbing a chair Leslie hit the attacker over the back with it and almost vomitted at the sight that she beheld when it let go of Holly and turned to her. Only instinct saved her as she kicked the creature squarely upon the jaw and heard its neck crack. Falling to her knees she grabbed a table cloth and began wrapping her cousin Holly's wound but it was to late. An artary had been severed and she was gone already. "Oh MY GOD!!!!" customers began screaming behind her. Hearing a moaning she turned to see IT rising up from the ground, it broken neck at a gruesome angle. Leslie began crawling backwards screaming in shock as the dead man with a broken neck continued its pursuit of her! Nothing could have prepared her for the pain in her chest as she watched her customers being attacked and then Holly, dead Holly, rose from the blood soaked ground to attack as well! Feeling her heart pounding and her chest hurting from inability to breathe Leslie feared she would soon pass out.....<br/><br/>Leslie lept to her feet ready for battle. Covered in sweat, shaking from head to toe, her chest clinched in panic. The dream again.....after a moment of deep breathing she flopped back down on her sleeping bag and took a swig of her Vodka. God she hated that dream, or memory more acuratly. It was cold after the rain tonight and no fire meant she would stay cold. At least she had fresh water again and had enjoyed a good bath. She could stand to smell herself again. It took hours to fall asleep again and dawn approached so soon. Sipping her coffee she looked toward Potosi. Leslie had lost everyone, no family left and her world was gone. Potosi was her hope, Aunt Joyce had moved there to be with her internet found boyfriend and she was Leslie's last hope of finding a family member alive.<br/><br/>Sighing in what sounded like defeat she slowly gathered her camping gear into the back of the latest pickup she had found. Driving was not easy but she could go off road to get around things in the highway with this 4x4 monster. It guzzled the fuel however and she was sure hoping it would make it to Potosi. Leslie did not think she could actually carry all her supplies she had gathered over the last couple weeks. Taking a deep breath and popping in her Elvis cd she firmed her chin and started forward. Aunt Joyce had to be alive, she had spoken to her and she had been in the hospital safe and sound and Leslie had decided that she still was and that was all there was to it! "I'm coming Aunt Joyce" she muttered.....the smoke she saw in the distance worried her however.