Mikki Castigliani was always a punk ass bitch. Born with an attitude problem and little else to her name, a life of petty crime was easy to fall into, pickpocketing and burglary being her preferred methods for easy money. Originally from Staten Island, Mikki made her way south due to several outstanding warrants in the Tri-State area and settled into town when she didn’t have the cash to catch another bus. There, she made friends with other local scum bags, finding camaraderie in the dirty basements and half remembered parties. She started dating Chase, a biker and bartender. The pair had plans to take off together, to execute a small series of thefts and ‘retire’ far away, but it wasn’t long before Mikki got pregnant. So they moved into a little apartment, welcomed a baby girl named Scarlet, and tried to be normal.

However, old habits die hard. Whenever Mikki was in need of money, usually it was just easier to lift a purse here or slip into a window there. And it was one of those times on the day everything went wrong. Leaving Chase and Scarlet at home, Mikki went to hit a large house several towns over. While she was pulling cash from the safe, Chase called her, voice urgent when she answered. Something was happening. She had to come home. Sounds of chaos in the background. Scarlet crying. Chase yelling. And then nothing. Only more sounds of chaos, this time not through the phone but on the street outside.

Mind reeling, knowing something awful had just happened to her family, Mikki panicked and locked down the security system of the large, fancy house. The fear kept her there for weeks, not moving even when the owners of the house tried to get in. Fuck ‘em, she thought. But when she ran out of food, she was forced to leave and make a desperate trip to find other survivors.