"Strange is relevant, and what is relevant is never strange, or so grandma used to tell me. She always used too salt much in her cookies. Made them taste absolutely awful. Never mind that; there are better things to worry about, like cats. Where the hell are all the cats?"
Name: Debbie "Debs" Sim
Age/DoB: 19/August 15th
Status: Non infected survivor.
Occupation: Waitress at a coed library and cafe
Nationality: American
General info: If there's one kid you never thought was going to live to see the zombie apocalypse through, it's Debbie; a socially awkward collector of pet rocks and cat comics. Despite closing in on her 20's, Debs is a childish little lady. She has the habit of dressing like a 10 year old, and is far from the sexy image the other ladies at her workplace is bringing to the table. Calling her charmless isn't all that right though, as she's frequently called "adorable" by both strangers and friends (though it bothers her to no end 'cause old people and kids are "cute" too). While it's not always easy to keep up with her train of thought, Debs is strangely easy to get along with. You're her best friend, as long as you're not trying to kill her or happen to be a zombie. Those kind of people scare the heck out of her, as she frequently points out. Her mouth tends to go on non-stop with usually the most irrelevant topics to any given situation, making her the obvious choice to abandon in a group when they've had enough. To make matters worse, Debs is also very easily distracted. How she's able to kill anything without getting bitten or receiving injuries while checking out pocket books is a mystery. Thankfully, Debs isn't all useless; as a tank she's quite effective. Built for heavy labor and slow energy use, Debbie is great for holding off large hoards or moving equipment. Debs quickly picks up the role as the class clown (unintentionally), and is the one who cracks the most smiles. Oddly enough she's not terribly faced by the current situation, and claims she saw this coming from miles away, even going as far as being prepared just a few weeks earlier before the first outbreak. The only trouble she has had so far is dealing with little sleep and crazy, crazy Tyler. He's by far the scariest thing she's encountered so far, and she can't stand his stalker-ish ways and twisted way of showing affection. She would much rather hang herself than going out with him. She can go on the longest rants there is if you ask, so it's strongly suggested that you don't unless you got a few hours free.
These days Debs is working alone, trying to find more survivors to bring to base 9, a safe place for the non-infected.
Likes: Cats, water parks, cats, coffee, cats, Batman and cats.
Loves: The cafe owner's mascot, Katie the Kitty (even got a bunch of her merchandise at home)
Dislikes: Zombies, crazy people, zombies, dogs, zombies, Superman and zombies.
Hates: Telemarketers.
Habits: Getting distracted in the middle of a sentence a la
Dug style.
Other info: Debs is very afraid of heights.
Weapon of choice: Fire escape axe
Bag content: Mars bar, first aid kit, toilet paper, flash light
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