Name: Winifred "Fred" McKinney
Age: Seventeen. Her last birthday was overshadowed by that whole "apocalypse" deal. Raw deal.
Personality: Aggressive tom-boy. Like her big brother, she's quite rash and impulsive, and enjoys throwing herself into combat. These days she can't go long without a good fight, and is prone to becoming restless and seeking out swarms of infected to massacre. Frankly, it's the only thing that will sate her grief and rage over what happened to her family, and the world in general.
She is convinced however, that her brother Ellis is alive somewhere and giving the infected hell. She will not be swayed of this notion, and immediately comes to blows with anyone who suggests the alternative. It's what keeps her going, and she won't have it any other way.
Life before the Infection: Her life was taken up with the precious chaos of trying to keep her family sober and out of trouble. Ellis of course was the most difficult to keep up with, with him and Keith always running about doing god-knows-what. But she couldn't help but laugh at their crazy antics, though whenever Ellis recieved any kind of injury, Keith would find himself on the wrong end of a thorough chewing out. She was always rather protective, even possessive of her brother. He had always been her hero, deep down.
Life up until Now: Freddy has been through more than one group of survivors, most of whom stopped being willing to sponsor her crazy quest to find her brother in favor of seeking rescue. She abandoned them without a second thought of course. Just dead weight. Unfortunately, this risky lifestyle has cost her some. Her ring finger on her left hand is a slowly healing stump, and she sports a long gouged scar on her shoulder and another one on her thigh, just as long.
Type: Immune.
Weapons/Items: A large double barrelled shotgun, along with a hunting knife she keeps on her hip for emergencies.
