Daniel Leoni, A Fisherman who had returned to the docks from the Ohio river during the mist thinking it had just been a normal foggy day only to find bloody remains and mutants flooding the shores. Now with his boat out of commission and no other place to go he has nothing to do but to survive and find other survivors. For two whole months Daniel has been surviving and scrounging up gear by himself still with no communication to any outsiders or other survivors but he persist catching fish and attempting to keep the fog beast at bay while searching for others and supplies to survive.

Robert grew up poor. His father, James, was a drunk, and beat on Robert, though his elder brothers often tried their best to shield him. As a result, he became quite hardened at an early age. His mother, Lisa, was a pretty girl. She turned tricks back in Boston, with her Norwegian family having disowned her long ago. She ended up turning over a new leaf with James and the two left the city back in the late 70's, heading for the South.

His twin older brothers, Richard and William, left the family after his father died of cirrhosis back in 1988, seeing that their job was done. Robert was only seven then, and with his mother's influence over him being strong, as it was back then, he lost any and all connections to the two. His mother turned to religion, joining a Baptist Church and leaving behind her Catholicism, after James' death. She became distant toward Robert, though only because he found the whole thing weird. He never was the religious type, maybe because his father always harped on about God in-between the drinking and beatings he gave out.

His uncle, also called Richard, but known as "Ricky" to his friends and family, was part of a gang of sorts. Robbing, mugging, even killing, back in Boston, but Robert never met him or his extended family. From what he heard from his mother, his elder brothers went out and joined him. Good riddance, as far as he cared.

Not that he turned out much better, at least by some estimates, because he ended up joining the army, largely to get away from his mother and her ravings. After basic training, he went on to graduate from Airborne School and then join the 75th Range Regiment.

His time in the Army Rangers would see him deployed on multiple tours in Afghanistan starting from 2003, all the way into the mid 2010s.

Ultimately, Robert would not prefer speaking about his time spent in Afghanistan, especially anything in the early 2000s, as the scars left by those times are still fresh, if hidden from view. The less spoken about the Battles of Fallujah, Korangal or any of the other places now known widely, the better for Robert.

Following his stalwart service and clear capability, he was recruited into the Unit, also known as Delta Force, or more officially the 'Special Forces Detachment-Delta'.

That gig landed Robert a special position concerning Recon, sabotage and plain-clothes operation; Wetwork, all in all. He did things that'll stay classified, killed prominent Terrorist targets, and was involved in rescue operations not touted in the news.

In the end, all he got for over two decades of service were hands covered in more blood than any amount of alcohol or drugs could wash away.

All those years away also kept him from catching onto his mother's degrading state, and while he was in Syria, he was told she had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Of course, he couldn't return, not until the job was done.

At least his superiors were happy enough to give him leave for a time... which only proved the sheer distance that had grown between him and his mother- not at all helped by her deteriorating mental state.

She would die less than a year before the Mist came... and Robert? Well, he had been off-duty, living what could be called the 'good life', at least for someone as hollowed out as him.

That is, before his home-state went to shit- and he was called to active duty, due to his position. He was supplied by dead-drop, and linked up with some others to do recon, hunt down Xenos and assist any remaining survivors in Kentucky- or at least that's what he's told anyone who had to know why exactly why he was out in the monster-ridden Misty hellhole formerly known as Kentucky.

Of course, even those facts were also on a 'need-to-know' basis- for he was plain-clothed, hardly looking like the stereotypical soldier. The truth was a lot less clear, and Robert himself had clear, if fairly vague orders. He was to ensure the continued survival of those scientists and doctors who were knowledgeable about Xenos out in the Mist- at least until the Government could extract them off to parts unknown.

Following those orders to the letter has become increasingly difficult, of course, as even a Lieutenant like him, a Special Forces Operator, has all-but lost contact with the central government. That wasn't anything truly new to someone focused on long-range reconnaissance, but still... things were really starting to look FUBAR, even to Robert.

Gavin Blairse, A 6'1Thin but athletic Park ranger and hunter stuck alone in the off season during the fog at camp.

Mary-Ann is the housewife of Pastor Phil Bishop, who was the head of the Church of Louisville.

She was out in Rosewood, on her way home from visiting her Ma' and Daddy when the mist rolled in. She became lost almost straight away (afterall, women don't have a good sense of direction), and positively terrified of the sounds and shapes she could see outside her car windows, she hid, living off the meger groceries she had picked up, and only driving when she was sure it was safe to do so.

Then she ran out of gas, and then a few days later, food.

Just as she was about to lose hope,and succumb to her fate, she prayed to her Lord for salvation, and like the benevolent God he is, he showed her the light.

A somewhat inexperienced Combat Medic & US Army Reserve Sergeant within Captain Carvers squad, now after his death forced to take up temporary command of the unit until arrival of some sort of replacement. Until the mist came she never thought she will be called up and actually need to serve her country, as she wanted and was a biology teacher in school as her career of choice. Funny how some things work out?

Personality wise- She's somewhat of a no fun kind of person, she's keen on following rules and sees stepping out of line as unnecessary risk for potentially meager gain but that does not mean she's cold, quiet the opposite. She's a compassionate person but merely wishes to ensure others stay safe

Currently an Acting Echo 2-1 Actual within the Crossroads Mall

Local Kentucky legend tells of a mysterious woman who can be seen in the forests around Meade and Jefferson counties. Some say she is the spirit of a woman searching for her husband who was lost in a battle in the American Civil War. Others say, she's a witch who lives in a hut out in the wilderness and survives by stealing supplies from unsuspecting hikers and campers. Regardless of hearsay, nobody really knows who or what she is.

Is she is just a local legend, a spirit caught between worlds, someone from another era in time, or something else entirely?

These were the only photographs anyone has ever captured of her prior to the mist's arrival.

Recently the mysterious woman has been confirmed as Ms. Sarah Bennett. She appears to be in her mid-twenties with Raven hair and eyes so dark one cannot distinguish a pupil. She's tall and lean with an athletic warrior build. She carries dual swords, dual pistols, and a powerful rifle...clearly she was trained as some sort of deadly weapon. She is skilled in stealth abilities and often appears out of nowhere as she is usually hiding in plain sight.

Harley O’Connell spent the last three years as bartender in a biker dive, breaking up brawls and patching up the drunk assholes who did the fighting. Not easily intimidated, Harley refused to go down without a fight when the mist rolled in. Along with the other patrons and staff of the bar, they fought off the initial onslaught and fortified. Though they suffered losses, the group was capable of fighting and when supplies ran low, decided to go marauding for more.

It was hell out there, worse than they’d expected, and Harley was separated from the group when they were attacked. From afar, she saw a hoard descend upon them until nothing was left. Running for her life, she made it to the mall and slipped in during a breach. Feeling like a coward and saddened by the loss, Harley now has a burning hatred for the monsters in the mist and has something to prove.

Aiden Laswell, A Lumberjack by day and bartender by night he spent most of his time in the woods with his trusty axe and hunting rifle while not at the bar slinging drinks getting to know everyone in town. He is a rather tall man standing 6'8 and has a muscular build due to all his logging with blonde hair and blue eyes. Hunkered down in his hunting cabin fighting back fog beasts with only a rifle and axe hes finally run low on food and medicine making a last ditch effort to the nearest place, The Mall.

Priya daniels was a lifelong scout turned lead camp counselor, a position she coveted and cared for deeply. Having a comparably easy life living out in the woods, her family made sure she had all the skills to survive out in the wilderness. With a father that prefered being off the grid following her mother's lost battle with cancer, she did little to interact with others. The streams, plants, and animals that surround the woods where they lived being her playground. When she was old enough, he taught her how to shoot and hunt. She never asked what made her father so against other people, only relishing in the love he showed her as they shared hobbies. Not being able to live like her father, she applied and worked at a summer camp following his passing. Never wanting love or children herself, but something in them reminded her of her own childhood, so she returned every year. It was the same this year when she was talking a group of older campers on a weekend hike as the Mist rolled in. She could survive on her own, she knew that.... but watching over a dozen or more people that lacked her skill, she couldn't. Priya abandoned her troop somewhere in the woods between the campsite and the mall, knowing that with her speed and wilderness knowledge she would be able to handle whatever monsters came out of the Mist. This held true for over a month before her wounds and isolation began to drive her mad, hearing voices in the mist, having killed a creature that looked like her making her question herself. She needed people. She wasn't her father, and it would drive her mad trying to be. So when she spotted a beacon of light that was the Mall, she ran as fast as her legs would allow.

Her first day in the Mall was a nightmare. After sneaking during some of the chaos, her attempt to make a meal to get in with the Mall goers led to a department fire. Killing one and burning down a section of the structure. Since then she has shown to be a solo scout, throwing herself at the creatures and running off ahead of the group to many's dismay. While her combat skills make her a monster in her own right, socially she was broken from her time alone in the mist; speech simple and often acting without warning. While attempting to make amends and learn about those in the mall, her own identity became something of a struggle as she fought to iron out her place amongst the people. After numerous illnesses' and folks voicing their concerns, Priya's mentality has slowly begun to shift. Still determined to make the Pioneer pay for what he wrought, she is learning to be a part of society again instead of just fighting for it. Time will tell if these connections will become fuel towards the ultimate goal, or the nail in the coffin for this danger seeking ranger.

Dark, intense, and down-to-earth, this woman in her forties is too stubborn to die.

There's a rugged beauty to her appearance. Months of survival in West Point have turned her silhouette lean and her presence quiet. She speaks sharply and her sense of humor is even sharper.

Word has it, she was with a group of survivors in West Point, but the rest of the group died before she did. "The human cost is too high," as she would comment on what it took to scavenge supplies. Testing out frequencies on a police cruiser radio, she randomly reached survivors in the mall, speaking first to Andy Watts. The private detective told the enigmatic Grace of their situation, and Grace hesitated to follow the call to their gathering.

After mulling it over, Grace took the plunge. She loaded up Ben's cherry-red Mercedes with the most important supplies she had in stock, and drove across the county to reach the Crossroads Mall. She broke inside with a breaching hammer and sealed the hole back up once Andy and Artrex provided the necessary wood. Haggard and exhausted from the perilous journey, she rested in a tent on the eastern roof of the mall, the "Crow's Nest".

The next morning, bodies and blood littered the parking lot beneath the Nest.

The enigma of Grace dissolved only days after her arrival. She had been holding out for a long time with neighbors and colleagues in West Point, and never found the body of her now-dead husband, Ben. The band of survivors taught each other everything they needed, turning each other into wily and rugged survivalists. After those friends all died off, one by one, only Grace remained, having learned every lesson from all their lives and deaths combined. The result was a hyper-vigilant and paranoid road warrior with an impressive breadth of practical skills outside of fighting, most notably as a chainsaw operator and carpenter who had fortified her home in West Point, now turning her abilities towards safeguarding the mall and its people. Over the course of the next weeks, she quietly harvested timber from the surrounding areas and constructed defensive parapets and walkways for sharpshooters to use in defending the mall's south wall.

Her stubborn streak and no-nonsense attitude may put her at odds with others at times, but she is fiercely protective of the community she now inhabits, and only interested in ensuring their collective survival. She always takes initiative on thankless tasks such as handling dead bodies and menial labor, and her background of having worked dozens of different jobs in the past permits her to troubleshoot in many surprising and unexpected ways.

She bears only few scars on her body. Luck is what she would attribute that to, but others know better. The scars she bears on her soul however are unmistakable, usually yielding a constant scowl and grim disposition. Hardened by those scars, she only allows few people to see the person she was underneath it all. Thus, some enigma remained.

Though, all that really matters now for her fellow survivors? Grace still gives a damn.

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Inspirational Soundtrack: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLysBianVX7iR8bjkjsioxEMekSWRGM2F_&si=rVXSOhQKGRxNyLBS

Sister Maria Celeste followed her heart to and from the convent, and she followed the holy voices into the descending mist.

Andrea Watts is a former police officer turned private investigator after a horrific incident involving her previous partner Jeff. He was killed in front of her while they were checking out an anonymous tip of a floater in a park that matched the MO of the perp they were after. Andrea rarely shares the details of this event. Afterwards, she moved from her home town in Texas to Louisville, Kentucky to start a new life. In Louisville, Andrea often called 'Andy', met a gentleman named Artrex who, like herself, turned to private investigating after a previous career. They became work partners and Artrex took Andrea on as his assistant. When the mist hit, Andy was in the parking lot getting ready to go into the mall to buy some new camera equipment and supplies for her work. She tried to drive a bit down the road and ended up pulling over. She hid in the car for about a week or two then heard Artrex on her radio, so she made her way to the mall one quiet night.

Andrea is 27 years old, approximately 5'7" with red hair and blue eyes. She is a fast learner, modest and intelligent, a patient observer, and has impeccable detecting abilities as well as swift deductive reasoning skills. Andy's brain is always racing with questions and thoughts, so she rarely sleeps and if she does, it's for a short period.

Ex Marine Medic turned private investigator of the age of 31.He used to have his own private office in Louisville taking odd jobs and searching for the wanted and escapees almost like a bounty hunter. The man had a weird upbringing of an only child with his parents dying at the age of 13. He went into a lot of different boarding schools and wound up spending most of his time working on himself and eventually joined the marines in combat as a medic, later leaving due to his rebelliousness and nosiness, nearly landing himself in Prison. After opening his own practice he later hired an assistant who would later help him out very much on his new ventures.

When the mist started he has lived moving house to house using up what he could find and keeping quiet only fighting when he needs to. He than saw a few people roaming around a mall with the lights on and decided to do some investigating himself and also to meet some more people and find out more secrets....

Carl Winters is a a 24 year old young man Combat Engineer with the US Army 1st ECB, B Company. He grew up in Illonois near the great lakes, his childhood was relatively carefree which carried over into his adulthood for better or worse and although he struggled in school with certain subjects, he passed and upon graduation he signed up with the Army as combat engineer, reaching the rank of Private First Class by the time of the mist

Personality wise he's a carefree person, eager to get into the action no matter what it is, especially if it involves explosions which he adores, he just loves the smell of a nice big boom in the morning which is ironic considering he's a bit of pessimist, maybe even a doomer. While there isn't much he dislikes one thing he can't stand are moody slackers, perhaps due to getting chewed up few times in the boot camp for that exactly

Following the so called "Campfire Incident" on 22nd of November, as 4 seperate people witnessed his body turn into a crisp from flames. Couple minutes later Carl would seemingly appear out of thin air behind them, good as new. According to his own claims he went to Hell as he had "enough Sin points" and met the Devil himself, whom he claims is actually very chill person and they played Shadow The Hedgehog together. Despite those outlandish claims when asked how's he back alive he appears to unable to answer beyond that he lost a bet, when inquired further about said bet he seems to unable to remember what sort of bet did he lost, in general since then Winters have occasional memory lapses of new events, implying that side effect of his revival was some form of short term memory loss or impairment.

Whatever may have happend, him suddenly coming back alive certainly grants him some benefit of the doubt.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Erik is a lean man and tall man of mixed Finnish-Hispanic heritage , his arms bearing scars left behind by careless accidents while working. He's kept his dark hair short for a long while. He has a stubble on him presently, seeing no real reason to shave it. All-in-all he's quite handsome and his healthy lifestyle has only further accentuated that, despite being thirty-nine years old. A noticeable feature of his are his expressive eyes.

He's a man built for survival. The month at the cabin was hard on him, but he survived. He's well-built and his true strength lies in his athleticism. He was a track runner during his time in school back home, and kept it as a hobby to the present day.

PERSONALITY:

Erik is a man of some intellectual capacity, always ready to to do work and make something of himself, to a large degree. He's ambitious, very much-so. To someone who doesn't know him, his ambition might be off-putting, but in truth he's using it as a coping method. Dreaming big, achieving those dreams and then moving on. He's the talkative sort, though primarily to pass the time. Perhaps because of his attractiveness and his talkative nature, he seems a charismatic sort, a quality which he has not used for some time.

Why? Because behind the veneer of a good-natured gunsmith lies a deeply angry and sad man. His family is most probably dead. He never saw his parents' fate, nor his daughter's... and hope was a dangerous thing now. His late wife though... well, the less said the better.

The problem lies in the fact that Erik finds himself again and again directing that deep anger, that sadness... that hatred, toward things of worth, but what if and when he runs out?

BACKSTORY:

The Gadolin family's history is a long one, assuming one cared about chemistry or physics, for the family traces its lineage to Johan Gadolin, a prominent Finnish chemist of the 18th and 19th century, one who lived to the ripe old age of ninety-two and had nine children.

None of that really mattered, of course, aside for Erik, who considered Johan a personal idol of his. Regardless, Erik's family moved to the United States, settling in Kentucky in the 1930s.

His father, John, a third-generation immigrant was connected quite seriously to his own grandfather's home country of Finland, and would often bring the extended family with him on trips there, being a quite generous man. He could afford to be, for he had become quite rich.

You see, John was a chemist, a university graduate with a bachelor's degree in industrial chemistry. A profession that brought the Gadolin family much prosperity. He married his high-school sweetheart, Jennifer Velázquez and Erik would prove to be their only child.

As a result, Erik grew up in privileged circumstances in Riverside, but he never found himself quite fitting in. Of course, he made the effort, he would have been a bad son if he hadn't. He went to church with his family, to social gatherings and to various parties, some of which he hosted himself, with his 'friends'.

All those trips to Finland were a refuge for Erik. One which he relished. For a time he considered moving there, living out in the forest, away from all the hustle bustle. After he graduated from High School he even planned it all out, yet that would all come crashing down when he was approached by a girl, Yumiko Yanagi, who came to him with an earnest offer, but a bizarre one to Erik. She wanted to hang out, but as it turned out, her idea of hanging out involved shooting... lots and lots of shooting.

Yumiko was a transplant of sorts, with her mother having moved to Kentucky with her American boyfriend. She had a dual citizenship between Japan and the US. Her dad, the Japanese one, was apparently some sort of big-shot back in Japan. Yumiko herself however was an enthusiast in all things American and a professed gun-nut.

At first Erik considered her a gold-digger. Why else would a pretty girl approach someone like him? In hindsight this was quite the sexist way of seeing things, but Erik had grown up in quite the traditional family, for better or worse.

Unfortunately for Erik, he became smitten with the girl, despite his initial misgivings as Yumiko proved to be able to break down all his barriers. She even considered him to go into the firearm business, with her big dreams of running her own gun store... and Erik would be her ever-loyal gunsmith. How could he say no?

So that is what he did. He studied, he learned and became an expert in the field, with a particular focus on the internal workings of firearms. Switch out the firing pin there, grease it all up inside, shave that part off, oh and of course pawn off the woodworking parts to his co-students. A good leader delegates, after all, as his father always told him.

Before Erik even noticed it, a decade had passed, he'd been approved by the ATF, his girlfriend and later-to-be wife would gain a license to sell, own and maintain firearms. She became a firearm distributor, and with his father's somewhat reluctant backing, the two opened a rustic shop in West Point.

The two would marry in 2011, having been in a relationship for a long time, yet Yumiko's sudden pregnancy would force their hand. Only two months after their marriage a beautiful girl would be born, whom they would name Lily, after Yumiko's favorite flower.

Together the family of three would prosper, with little Lily growing up around her father, as he toiled away in the back of their store, fixing guns, engraving them sometimes and generally living a peaceful life, despite all the firearms the family was around. Of course, Erik and Yumiko kept up their shared of hobby shooting.

That all would come crashing down in 2019 when Yumiko was diagnosed with breast cancer, a thing that would ultimately crush the two, as their idyllic reality broke apart. Erik would take over Yumiko's duties at the state as she battled the cancer. Yet, despite her best attempts, and Erik's desperate pleas to a God he had never really believed in, Yumiko would pass away only two years later, surrounded by family.

Suffice it to say, this devastated Erik and drove him to focus on his work, leaving his ten-year-old daughter to be cared for and raised by his parents and the occasional hired nanny. He focused on his work, and came home late, perhaps out of the sheer pain his daughter's looks gave him, for they were painfully reminiscent of his late wife.

Of course, there came times when he tried to rekindle their relationship, but Lily was soon to be a pre-teen, and things hardly looked favorable. Regardless, Erik did try his hand at bringing her to hunting trips and the like, remembering her interest in them when he and Yumiko had gone on them.

One such attempt came in August third of 2023, as Erik had left for rural Kentucky, Muldraugh, to be specific, to prepare for a hunting trip of a few days. He had even rented out a cabin, and had been preparing it... that is, until the fog came in.

The screams, the inhuman noises and the unknown would force Erik to remain inside, despite his desperate wishes to leave, to find his daughter and parents, for she had been staying with them in Riverside. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, for his continuous survival, he was fully able to stay where he was, staying alive with the canned food that had been stocked up at the cabin by its owners.

A month and more passed by, and the noises subsided, and Erik grew ever more melancholic, as the radio told him no good news. He had failed his family. For a time he resigned himself to either starving to death is his remote hidey-hole, but as food ran out, and desperation rose, eventually he was forced out to his car.

Outside was... almost impossible to see, but what he did see were... for the lack-of-a-better term, monsters. Zombies, perhaps, who roamed the woods. They ran faster than most people, and Erik was forced to put down a few with his rifle. It was cathartic, watching their rotten blood spill, but it would prove a costly mistake, as that sounds would draw far worse things than simple undead to him.

Erik would scarcely see them, before he got inside his car, but he did hear them. Sheer fear drove him to drive away as fast as he could, but luck was not in his favor, as he began to run out gas.

Just barely he managed to make it to the main road, and from there, he followed the lights to the Crossroads Mall, which seemed to be inhabited. He would not be able to make it to his parent's house, he realized then, but then again, it was doubtful his family still remained there anyway.

So, despite his misgivings, he stopped at the parking lot, got out and ran like hell toward that damned mall...

Mia Barclay is a quiet reserved woman who has little trust for humanity and very few friends. Not much is known about this sword wielding woman other than she comes for a long line of Scottish royalty. Is she just an over-zealous cosplayer or a real monster slayer?

Mia grew up in a rural community in the north and has been traveling southwards in search of adventure. She was in Kentucky when the mist hit.

Aleksander Lex, The park ranger turned monster slayer went on a rampage after the mist started and all of his campers have slowly gotten eaten turned or killed. He found his new trusty Stryker shotgun and blasted his way through all he could with no one left he hopped in the jeep and drove off Pissed and full of rage gunning down whatever he can, he made his way through the forest from out in the country towards Louisvillle only to see more destruction and death. He than seen the Lit up mall deciding he'd see if there were any survivors there as it'd had been weeks since he'd seen a live human being. Finally he pulled up in his Jeep ready to Kick ass and Take names and save some dames!

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.

Kelly Brown is a typical Derby attending debutante. She was born and raised in the bluegrass state to a very wealthy and elite family and loves all things Kentucky. She was a cheerleader, even was captain of the squad and homecoming queen in high school. Kelly went to college for dance and physical education and at one point wanted to coach ladies gymnastics at UK...Go Wildcats!! Her parents are extremely wealthy and since Kelly is an only child, she has been spoiled her entire life.

Kelly is 22 years old and has a slim, petite, athletic body. She has blonde hair, large blue-gray eyes, is 5'4" tall, and weighs approximately 124 pounds. She has perfect teeth and a big warm smile. She speaks with a southern drawl but in a highly excited and bubbly, vivacious voice. She drives a white BMW convertible and rarely works for any extended time, she even still lives at home with her parents but sometimes stays in their lakehouse in the country. Kelly is all about showing off her parents wealth and living a life of luxury and leisure. She is best friends with Jennefer Brooks and met Hadley Beaumont once at Jenn's family reunion barbeque last summer.

Notes: Kelly was supposed to meet her friend Jenn at the mall but ran into an old friend from school Hank who lived nearby. She was in his house when the mist enveloped the mall. Hank went out to investigate and never returned. One night Kelly saw the mall lights on and a clear path, so she ran for her life and never looked back, snuck into the mall, and slept in a bathroom stall near the food court. She also posed for a risque photoshoot without her parents knowledge for a large sum of money under the fake name Candy Kennedy. Kelly is known for her southern slang and ragin parties. All she cares about is parties, boys, laughing, looking beautiful, cheerleading, gymnastics, and spending her parents money.

Sky Hess is a POSER, She knows it and so did everyone else in the roach's but that never mattered to Kate. Having been kicked out of her private school for fighting Sky was forced to instead complete her GED, now a highschool drop out she had little motivation in life beyond the next party. One Drunken night out on the town She met Kate and was offered a spot and with nothing else in her life accept an absent father and an empty McMansion Sky eagerly accepted. Eventually with Kates encouragement she went back to school to finish her CNA training and spent a few years as a caregiver for a woman named Pearl. Now the Mist is here and Kate is gone.

Mark was raised in a deeply religious home by his grandmother Pearl, who he lived with until the mist fell. His strict upbringing left little time for friends and hobbies until one autumn day when he was called to dance. His Life consisted of practicing in secret and working at the pizza shop, then at night he would dre4ss up and find the music and his next dance partner. This continued for sometime until he landed a gig as a background dancer on a public access show called the "Spirit Shuttle", due to the disappearance of a prior cast member. Mark sheltered in camp Foxwood, but has recently been seen again dancing through the silent halls at strange hours.

The man himself, the ever so elusive half brother of Liam Crawford and the Deputy Chief of Virology at CDC & now also exhausted CERA Field Agent

As Liam put it, out of the two, he was always the smarter, stronger, faster and better in general whether thats true or not is up to how much of it was low self esteem on Liam's part

People think of him as Calm, Cold, Calculated. He tends to overwork himself, given by his near constant bags under the eyes, his job is his life, for better and worse, failure is not defeat for him, merely a temporary setback. He's a bit rough around the edges but caring under it, he just can't show it, especially now where people need to be strong and decisive..

For a nerd...he does pack quiet the punch, armed with his trusty pointman standard CERA/CDC issued Mossberg 500, P226 & Nightstick, he head out to reach "that" mall accompanied by Sgt. John Briscoe from the LMPD, the man liam spoke to over the radio for his last 2 weeks...

A tall, strong, and domineering presence, Jasmine "Jazz" Collins stands out wherever she roams. When her twin brother Jesiah asked her to join their punk rock band Cyclopean Abominations, and act as their vocalist front and center stage, it took little coaxing to convince Jazz to crack her knuckles and scream out Evan's lyrics till ears bled and angels wept. This foul-mouthed 30-year-old hellion is a beacon of attitude and rebellion.

Stranded in Riverside, she was looking far and wide for her other friends from the flophouse and the band. No such luck. All she kept finding were psycho zombies and mutants. Driving across the countryside and slowly cracking from the isolation, she searched for other survivors. When her journey took her through West Point, she found the Valley Station bridge clogged by a colossal amount of abandoned cars. A gray giant stood there with huge, stone fists; a lone guardian, denying her passage. She backed up, floored the gas pedal, and crashed her truck right into the giant. It wasn't even enough to fell the beast. Nearly dying in the collision, she still managed to roll out of the busted cabin, then kick the lumbering brute's head repeatedly till its skull cracked.

After recovering and washing the blood off her leather, she walked to the other end of the bridge, where she found a hotwired jeep. She seized the vehicle and continued north, figuring she might stumble into a refugee camp or military post in Louisville. A trail of bodies drew her attention, suggesting that other survivors may be hidden off the highway, and she followed the corpses all the way to the mall. After circling the structure in the jeep, she banged on the doors, suspecting living people were holed up inside. They opened up. After a short standoff at gunpoint, the mall's denizens admitted her into the fortified structure—immediately recognized by V2, fellow compatriot from the Riverside crew.

Jazz had survived her death march, and she was going to make it everybody's problem.

Timothy Tanem, An anti-social solitary kid of the age of 20, just barely realized the apocalypse had happened as he was hiding out in his room working on his latest "projects" anyway. Not built for fighting in any way physically or mentally, he's always kept up in skill and intellect working in many different trades earning himself the name TnT (Tricks & Trades). He seems to look well shaven with a baby face with a sharp nose and grey eyes, black short pushed back to either side. He finally ate up all his food storage that he saved for a moment just like this that he swore would happen like in one of those crazy video games. All out of food he made a last ditch effort in the company van he was loaned from his internship to go to the one place he knows that has everything! at least he hopes it still does....The Mall.

Captain Michael Carver...quiet the character

born in Portland, a 36 year old Captain in the Oregon Army National Guard, member of 82nd Cavalry Regiment, not much else is known about him to mall survivors as he wasn't there for long before he drove back to Louisville.

His superiors describe him as sarcastic, cocky bastard thats either incredibly brave or stupid and is exact kind of CO for the emergency at this. He doesn't take anyones shit which didn't exactly lend him a favor with Colonel Monterro, a polar opposite him of him in charge of Louisville.

On the other hand, his subordinates describe him as straight to point, no nonsense calculated CO that is not afraid to take drastic measures for sake of everyone. He's what you would describe as lawful neutral or evil

a JTF member with a dubious intent, but...one that you will have to believe in

Kurt is a landscaper who lives in Louisville but often goes to other towns nearby for his job. He usually installs sprinklers at the houses he works at. The day the mist hit, he was driving back after working on a house in Westpoint, and stopped at the mall for food.

Jackson Walker is a young man who worked in the taconite industry in Minnesota and often did some metalworking on the side along with fishing as hobbies. A few days before the fog hit, Jackson was informed that some family members were going to Nashville Tennessee to visit his Uncle for his birthday. Right before the fog hit, he was visiting the mall to look for a gift and other items when the fog hit, and in turn he was stuck with the other survivors. Jackson was one of the first people to start putting up barriers on windows and doors using his knowledge of metal. He doesn’t know what became of his family.

Somehow having survived in her friend's house in the nearby neighborhood for almost a month, Rebecca hid from the creatures outside. Only after one of them chewed through the power cables did she try to escape. She took Jane's car and fled down the roads with no goal in sight, other than swerving around the mist creatures like a maniac on wheels. She totaled two cars and escaped into the woods to shake her horrible pursuers, only to stumble up to the only source of light she could see: The Mall.

Desperate to find a way inside, she banged on all entrances until Kid Prinssi noticed her and opened a door for Rebecca, allowing the terrified woman inside. She was a nervous wreck, wracked by horrible trauma, and stammering about having been forced to murder friends to survive. Tallulah treated her and found Rebecca to be physically fine, aside from a self-inflicted injury that happened when Rebecca punched a mirror in the bar bathroom.

Heir to the Jameson family—Jameson of Irish whiskey fame—Rebecca is a petite and slender woman in her forties. When she is not suffering from PTSD flashbacks, she can be energetic and observant, if not occasionally tactless. Clearly, she lived a life of luxury before the mist. Judging by her physique, she has been staying in excellent shape all her life.

According to Linda's census, Rebecca is an organizer. According to a conversation with Jack "V2" Jones, Rebecca is a housewife and thriller/mystery writer. She volunteered to investigate the strange events in and around the mall, hoping to shed some light on its bizarre riddles, and find answers to the many questions plaguing the survivors.

Elizabeth 'Liz' Harte is a beautifully broken young woman who grew up dirt poor and surrounded by shady family. She smokes, she drinks, she does drugs, and she fights...even been arrested a few times. Liz is mouthy and often that mouth leads her to trouble. She swears like a drunken sailor and has zero filter for her mouth. Liz means what she says and says what she means. Often she has her guard up, since she's been the victim of scams and setups, even from her own family at an early age. Liz is far from trustworthy but she has a spirit like one of an unstoppable meth addict on a 3 week bender mixed with the anger of a demon bursting with wrath and rage. Liz is approximately 27 years old, quite thin and small framed but don't let that fool you. She has brown curly hair and light brown eyes.

Tennessee, after the family distillery business went bust. Kid ran. His older cousin, a brother, killed during a labour-strike down south. Moonshine in the hills. An explosion. The smell of cinders. The sound of clacking shoes. The yodelling and whelping of savagery. West, then north, then east again. Trouble followed. So Kid started to follow trouble. The anger was uncomfortable. Then, like anything, he became comfortable with the anger. He wore it like old leather. Kid followed trouble and his anger all the way to Kentucky, where trouble went to retire. Kid Prinssi. A pale silken string of a boy. Watched from above. He heard many things. Avoided others. Humans. Not Humans. Never-were-humans. He was above when trouble died. Kid is the sort of face one remembers like they recollect a Calvin Klein model on a billboard. That vague, androgynous symmetrical beauty one only obtains through genealogical luck. It is the only luck Kid Prinssi has ever had. Time washed that away, too. A nose twice broken, several razor cuts at the jaw, and a severe lack of sleep and nutrition have taken their toll on Kid. Stress, not time, is stealing Kid's youth. The Mall has weapons now. Real ones. Not the toys or tools of his grandfather's past.

Kid came to find The Janitor and to take several scores all at once. Then the Mist rolled in. Old scores are worthless. Now Kid absorbs what lessons the Mall and its residents have for him and reshifts that years-long rage outwards, towards the creatures. He curates the Mall's ammunition supply and generates new rounds out of what he and others find out in the Mist. Kid seems entirely unenthused by the happenings outside. "If I can shoot a squirrel, I can shoot a dinosaur. The size of the target doesn't really change through a scope." And is far more scared of the randomly opening/closing doors, the music, and the general atmosphere of the Mall than the hordes of savage creatures trying to get inside.

With the death of Jazz, for several days, all he did was cry. Then the shooting began. As Kid attempted and failed to mentally and emotionally recover from loss, the Mall was breached. Some died in its defence. Others died to obtain information. Others died to take that information, and they were killed for killing for that information. By the time Kid was roused to coordinate the after-math, half a dozen people were dead and the mall had been set aflame. The survivors had barely contained the fires.

Kid now finds himself one of the longest lasting survivors in the Mall. One of three individuals who have all the information that has been collected about the origins, progress, and potential end to the Mist. This has made him a de-facto voice of coordination and planning for The Mall's survivors. From an immediate devastating loss of something he thought unobtainable- a genuine human connection- to soberly sorting the dead in the October 7th massacre, The Kid has shed his stutter and his gait and his emaciation. The wispy thin-silken-string of a boy is dead. The Man wanders the halls of the Mall day and night. The death of his soul-mate forced her loyal knight to his namesake as a royal predator. The rattling of .308 and 5.56 casings hitting the tiled floors of the Mall and wooden balconies of Grace Nolan.

An effeminate young man of striking appearance. His entire attire and cool demeanor suggest a fashionable life of crime. His accent places him as Irish-Boston born. Cold, aloof, and mysterious is only the first impression he makes because there's a fiery hint of a death wish underneath it all. That second impression says he'd rather burn out than fade away.

The dog tags he wears read "Joshua Jordan".

Age: Mid-twenties

Height: 6' 1"

Weight: 172 lbs.

Unlike most other people in the mall, Dex made his way inside only weeks after the mist laid claim to Kentucky. He claims to have survived on the road by driving a stolen truck out of Louisville till it ran out of gas outside the mall, after which he met and joined the survivors there.

After leading a charge into the mist and suffering a blow to the back of his head by a fellow survivor, he was left for dead in the rain. The devil had the devil's own luck and survived somehow. Dex limped his way back inside with a nasty head wound. He was soon found to be occupying the barber shop on the second story of the mall, or lounging in Lena's cafe when he wasn't busy watching the mall's many entrances.

"The Past is Indestructible - Time and Life will rob you of Nothing" - this is what his tattoo reads in full. Dex is a deep well of passion and dark devotion. He often poses as a strange ally in difficult times. Dancer, beautician, card sharp, gunslinger, assassin - what is he? He speaks little of himself while he constantly pries at the identities of others. Whatever sordid darkness may have spawned him and brought him to the mall, he enjoys exploring the mist and slaughtering the inhuman creatures out there. Whenever there is trouble inside or outside, the Reaper's Reach Extends Through His Hand, whether that's by bullet ballet or a crowbar creating carnage.

If the creatures in the mist are the product of some alien invasion, then Dex is Hell's answer....... and he is fighting on humanity's side.

Lena Porter, not much is known about this woman or if this is even her real name. She claims to be a private investigator, whether this is true or not, nobody knows. She is sneaky, quiet, smart. Your parents warned you to be careful of the quiet ones...Lena is no exception to the rule. She is calculating and clever, and almost always has a hidden agenda. Usually dressed in all black and sometimes goth, Lena likes dark things. She stands at 5'6", is approximately 30 years old, 135 pounds, has jet black hair, and big blue cat eyes. She appears educated and well put together. Lena was shopping for a new laptop and a set of binoculars when the event happened or at least that's what she might say.

Secretly, Lena is actually the lead witch or high priestess of a coven where Britney practiced witchcraft in Louisville. She knew Britney was going to be in danger the day of the event and followed her to the mall that day. She, in reality, is also an expert cat burglar and is usually after rare artifacts and extremely valuable items.

Wesley is a licensed therapist with the Kentucky State Board of Psychology. He is also a crisis counsellor, a mental explorer, a mind-programmer. For years, he has helped thousands of patients unlock their full potential and master every single element of their bodies and mind. More importantly, he teaches people to investigate. Investigate the universe. The galaxy. The world! Yourself! And others! Especially the others! And in ascending order of importance! Or is it descending? Whatever, Wesley is here to help you to investigate. He legally guarantees that he is 100% capable of curing your mental illness with the power of his program. All you need to do is call in, provide you his mind, and Wesley will set your sights on that 'next next level.' Social Anxiety? Bipolar I? II? Schizo? MPD? He. Will. Cure. It. Personally. A legal licensed mental health practitioner- certified in any State that matters.

Wesley is not actually licensed in any way, shape, or form for mental health counselling. Every State has sent him cease and desist letters. But he refuses. For the last several years Wesley Fhtagneer has been working at KTRK (Kentucky Talk Radio, Knox county) after graduating with a degree in practical film studies. The network has allowed him to run a small talk show between midnight and three in the morning named 'Midnight in the Holler: Investigations with Weston Tanner.' (The network would not use his real name.) He has obtained hundreds of thousands of nightly viewers (He averages around one hundred and fifty viewers. 150.) and has had millions in donations (thirty thousand dollars over three years. $30,000) in order to obtain 'The Compound.' A Facility in which all fellow investigators may join together under Wesley to find true enlightenment and seek the answers to the ultimate investigation.

Now Wesley has risen out from the crowd in order to let others know that their attempts at survival are sorely lacking key component's of Wesley's multi-step investigation techniques, so that people may be placed on the proper path. Now that path may involve staring at yourself in the mirror while jacking off furiously for the seventh time in a row inside The Mall bathroom. It may involve screaming at every material mimicking monster (Mannequins) in order to assert your soul-filled dominance over their leering eyeless bodies. If your girlfriend is a body pillow, Wesley will suggest you kill her via defenestration off of the roof top. Now Wesley is working to set up his television show once again. Just with a new set for the Program. Namaste, everyone. My name is Wesley Fhtagneer. Host of Investigations with Weston Tanner. And I am your Host, Wesley Fhtagneer.

Jennefer Brooks is a geeky computer engineer who spends most of her free time in front of a screen. She lives alone and works in Louisville as a product manager for a software company. Jenn comes from a very weathly family who were once a part of the 'elite south'. She grew up on her parents thoroughbred farm and often attended the derby. In her early twenties, she developed a rebellious side and moved out of her wealthy parents controlling home to make a life for herself.

Jenn is stubborn, intelligent, head-strong, and rebellious

5'9" pale with brown hair and light brown eyes

often will act like she did not come from a weathy well known Kentucky family

she enjoys the company of horses over people

she has a tattoo on her left wrist of the name "Jersey" in cursive writing

Once a former dancer, gymnast, and model Linda Connor (now Swanson) had a fairly successful career. Only retiring after meeting James Swanson and her future stepson Jamie while traveling abroad for her work, she soon fell in love and decided to become a stay at home mother. She keeps herself occupied by snooping on the neighbors and coddling her step son. Linda will stop at nothing to protect her family.

Emma is a nurse practitioner by trade. She works for a radiology office but has some previous experience in emergency care. Em is single and lives on her own with her 2 Schnauzers, Mittens and Shultzie. Emma likes walks in the park with her dogs and reading weird occult books while sipping coffee or tea. Her friends would describe her as quiet, shy, introverted, sarcastic, snarky, and yet peaceful. She can be a bit nerdy and gets excited when it comes to talking about topics she loves but otherwise she's usually very quiet and observant.

Emma is 5'5" has auburn brown hair and large brown eyes

Approx 135 lbs, slim and athletic body frame

goes by "M" or "Em"

Often wearing lots of silver jewelry

Liam's a 23 year old, young EMT within West Point Fire Department with less than a year on the job and a rookie Fire Marshall on the side due to budget cuts. At the time of the event he & his superior were investigating mall's arcade room in regards to complaint filed by one of the customers. After completing their job they were heading back to their SUV when fog rolled in and...lets just say only he and his superiors right arm came back to the mall.

Beside being someone shocked & traumatised, he's a calm & kind albeit insecure person however he does have his own "moments" where he's arguably opposite of his normal self, being ruthless, calculated and even sarcastic, its hard to gauge whether this is a result of some sort of coping mechanism due to events that unfolded or was that always in him supressed. Being pretty small & nimble, making him difficult to spot at the cost of not having as much of a punch, making him more a runner than brawler. His family originates from Michigan and has a older half brother from his dad's first miariage, whom works at CDC in Druid Hills, Atlanta, Georgia

Leo left Salt Lake City when he was fifteen. Though that is not where he is from. Even for a good wager, he would not tell you the name of his mother or father. All he had inherited from the past was his given name and a lust for the trades. He worked many professions- first in manufacturing, then in city maintenance. In an industrial zone of Los Angeles, he had run for corporate city council and won. One local politician remembered the post-election gala, and Leopold Konig, in particular. “It was the way he danced.” She recollected with a demeanour reflecting the fleeting reminiscence. “It didn’t matter who was there, his opponents even- he always offered to dance with them. He was affable beyond his means.” Another said: “To this day I’ve never met someone without eyebrows convey so much in a damn jig of their leg or a wave of their hand. He baffled the locals and politico's alike.”

Leo grew. And he did not stop growing. Time moved quickly for him, and by the age of thirty-five he looked near fifty. He moved to Flint, Michigan, already wealthy, and left wealthier. He moved to Virginia, ‘a grandson of the Coal Wars.’ After a stint in mining, Leo went west again. Leo has an impressive resumé: laid rail spikes, laboured in the construction of dams, worked security detail for gold mines, survived California politics, and dug Virginia coal. Now, Leo sweeps the floors of Kentucky’s premiere shopping destination. “I fit in here. And I like people watching. There’s plenty of different tradesmen here to watch at work.” Leopold said during a Louisville city council meeting. “And besides, a man should have more than one trade. Specialization is for insects.” Leopold worked the evening shift, and when the lights went out and the mist rolled in, he finished his routine and disappeared into the maintenance corridors. Then the sounds of panic, of shouting, of broken doors, of escape and return. The janitor smiled.

Leopold seemed entirely unphased by the supernatural occurrences. So long as they had some modicum of reality to them- a humanoid body, that of a sea creature or bird- he could fathom it. Most of what the Mist offered could somehow be justified in the Janitor's imagination. The evening the West Loading Bay was brutally assaulted by what the Janitor described as "A Bull and a Demon" was when he met his demise. Ever concerned about 'The Mall,' his concerns were well founded when a bull-sized spawn of satanic fury sliced through the loading bay garage door and three steel shelves as though they were melted butter. After alerting the mall, Leopold and Jack split on the upper floor. The last sounds of the Janitor were the emptying of a .45 magazine, a triumphant wallop, laughter, and then silence. The Janitor's corpse wandered the Mall. When he bled out, his arms, legs, and torso had each lost a dozen pounds of flesh. Behind him, the sawed off legs of the Demon. He was smiling.

The Janitor was humanity's civilized conflict personified. Civilized conflict is dead. Now exists only conflict for The Mall.

Jack “V2” Jones is a 27, a gemini, and the best damn mechanic in riverside if you'll take his word for it. While he won't say much of his time outside of Kentucky, he has been attempting to make a name for himself as a local punk and chop shop enthusiast. Some people may claim they see him during the day driving a nice car in a cushy gated neighborhood to a job at the Riverside Suites but he’d call it all hog. Handy with a toolkit whether it's for a hotel generator or a hot rod engine, he’s made himself useful to some of the tougher folks in riverside and can often be seen hanging around in the harsher neighborhoods come nightfall. The name V2 is as much a point of pride as it is an inside joke against him, as he is known to be a pushover when things get rowdy so if he was an engine, he’d be lucky to be a V2. For fear of recognition, he is prone to avoiding the stores in Riverside so he instead frequents the mall on days off to test out new, tougher styles and pick up parts he buys through a contract that gets things shipped wholesale to the mall.

Tallulah Nasrin Taheri was born and grew up under unfortunate circumstances in Los Angeles, CA. Her mother died in a serious car wreck when Tully was still at a pre-teen, leaving her with her father and deaf older brother. Growing up alongside her brother Navid, Tully learned sign language quickly to help her brother communicate with the world. After the death of his wife, her father started drinking during the daytime and eventually got into some trouble with some local criminals. He decided to leave LA with his children before he got beaten or killed by his "business partners," collecting their most important possessions and stealing away into the night with Tully and her brother in their car, heading towards Louisville without looking back.

Feeling a little robbed of her childhood, she grew up as a track star, running everywhere, and quickly. She had plenty to run from, too. Her home life was lacking and she felt school was a waste of time, not finding many meaningful connections there either. Tully's father, trying his best to provide for his family, worked odd jobs in contracting, but a lasting job never seemed to be available for him. For lack of money and a proper job, Mr. Taheri started dealing and trafficking large amounts of drugs in and out of the city with the help of his son. After a few years, the inevitable happened and the LVPD arrested Tully's father and brother after a sting operation had been concluded on the two due to the betrayal of an associate turned into a criminal informant in exchange for reduced charges and sentencing. After a quick court hearing, Mr. Taheri and his son were sent to Rosewood Correctional in the southern most part of the county. The community was satisfied seeing two brown men behind bars. It was a different time.

Tully did her best to stay in contact with her brother and father in prison with varying success. Sometimes it would take months for her father to respond to her letters. He wanted her to be able to just live her life without worrying about them. She continued to train at a gym with a mentor who became like family after she graduated high school and went to college, staying fit and strong. She'd pay her bills by working at various clubs. Bartending and cocktail waitressing came easy to her, she had a heavy pour, making her popular, and she enjoyed talking to the patrons. She even managed to connect with the quiet ones through knowing looks and nods. Known to give out a fake name and change her appearance sometimes, Tallulah justified the white lies as a necessity to protect herself and her reputation during the day while she patrolled the halls of the ER while finishing up her residency. Sometimes Tallulah sometimes still misses the tips, the lifestyle, the freedom and fun.

Tallulah is guarded initially; but has a sincere desire to get to know people, finding it easier to work with those she understands the morals and motivations of. She is attracted to depth and nuance and is incredibly observant, coming off as coy at times. She has been through much more than her appearance or demeanor would suggest, giving her a unique view of the world which she believes could use more compassion and empathy. Finding a person's unique quirks, opinions, and goals can be one of life's purest pleasures in Tully's opinion, who is often driven to understand others around her and help them resolve whatever stands in the way of their happiness and success. Along with a disarming charm, others would describe Tully as focused, dependable, resourceful, playful, sarcastic, curious, and loving. When it comes to her career however, Dr. Taheri is fiercely protective of her professional reputation, willing to go to lengths to make sure her good name isn't tarnished.

Tully works and maintains a job at the Louisville St. Peregrin Hospital Emergency Department as one of their best rising physicians. Still relatively new out of her residency - she still has been milling around ideas of whether her dreams reside in the hospital, an office, or as a something different altogether. Getting her medical degree meant more than just money to her, it was the freedom that called out to her. Getting high on experience, she decided to start trying them all, buying a property in West Point. It was a two-story with a storefront; a perfect little urgent care clinic she could live above temporarily where patients could come in for a wide rage and variety of ailments; including and ranging from the sniffles to serious lacerations and more serious injuries. Tully is at the mall in search of furniture, decoration, inspiration (and maybe a little shopping for herself). Her goal is to curate a space that puts patients at ease as soon as they walk in the door. A clinic that feels chic and is luxurious, but doesn't charge like it. All she knows is that it has to be just absolutely -perfect-. When she heard the screams and spun around, watching the droplets of blood run down the window's glass, she gasped, though her own squeak of a scream had been muffled by her closed fist to her lips.

Derek’s band, Forgetting Misty, was once a mainstay in the Knox County underground music scene; rarely did a weekend go by without a gig at one of the area’s roadhouses or Louisville’s college bars. The path to mainstream success however was cut short when tragic circumstances forced the immediate dissolution of the group several years back.

Looking to keep ends met, Derek was reduced to carrying out odd jobs across the area, at times making deliveries with the band’s old van. A routine appointment at Crossroads Mall’s clinic saw the wait stretch so long he dozed off on a waiting room bench, soon to awake to a longer shopping trip than expected.

Jamie is an enterprising young man with an old soul, at least that's what his mother Melinda always says. Don't be Intimidated by his cool demeanor and even cooler sword collection that is totally waiting for him back at his (moms) place, at the end of the day he's looking for the same thing as every man walking around a mall in a jaunty hat... Love.

Shadowy, foresighted, obedient, and above all else, reserved. This is a Muldraugh-born man with a past untold—A man raised by a foolhardy, violent bigot of a father and a cheating, hedonistic trollop of a mother. One can only speculate what sort of effect that kind of home environment would have on a developing mind. Roy Dalton, son of Roy Dalton, a patronymic tradition among the Daltons dating back centuries, was a man of few words that could fade into the backdrop of any scenario like a shadow in the night. He grew up to be a forlorn soul that was an outcast of society, working menial labor for much time until the wrong company made the right change for his lifestyle. He found work through so-called friendlies in the worst of places: crummy meet-up points, nip joints, and third-rate biker bars that hosted the most rotten of company. Alas, work was work, Roy segued from a penniless punk to a man with a morally questionable work ethic; one with cash in his pocket, finally. Money was money, and he attained the title of "Wild Dog" among his unlawful peers; associates that were just as ill-natured as his father was—In his cloak-and-dagger line of work, the title wrought through years of his misdeeds fit him like a glove. How he got it was his secret to know.

For a man with an extensive past, he's a mystery for the most part. Humanity's enigma. This roughneck is a tall and sinewy individual with a cold-faced and cold-mannered deportment, seeming like the type that would rob one's wallet in a quick back-alley beatdown. However, in spite of his cruel and frowny looks, he's rather deferential to those that approach him, or he tries to be with his very shallow social experience. His raven-black slicked-back hair is carefully tended to, as is his beard, and his teeth are as white as pearls. His voice, rarely heard courtesy of his speak-only-when-spoken-to upbringing, is one of a smooth, low-pitched nature that oft becomes rough as his breaths draw to a close. Finally, his eyes, a pair of sharp azurite blues embellished with faded-jade central heterochromia that often avoid eye contact—purely out of habit. One day, a thirty-year-old Roy, a man fond of his leathers, noted his jacket was crumbling after so many years of twisted rough-and-tumble undertakings. Tossing away his hard-earned bills on whiskey shots and dirt-cheap motel rooms could wait; his daily life revolved around his work, but today would not be one of those days—A visit to the mall would no doubt give him plenty of choices, a range of full-grain leathers forged of quality that would suit his style. However, this city crook's mall visit would quickly turn into an experience reeled straight out of a horror movie.

This is Roy Dalton, and this is how he died...

"The Bulldog", they call him. And it's not a play on his name, although his bark does instill fear on anyone who dares to break the rules on his shift. Personal opinion.

No, his nickname dates back to his late dog Rufus, his once inseparable partner in the most important job in the world: Keeping the order intact.

Rufus, much like Jim, was a british bulldog, donned in a brilliant coat of white and brown fur, his face adorned with creases forming a beautiful landscape; just the right amount of scrunch to strike a balance between looking adorable and harmless while friendly, yet downright terrifying when enraged. And I'm not even talking about the dog yet. You best know not to mess with me.

But enough about that. I'm Jim Barkley, and we've got a mall to secure.

Hair dyed pink, full of piss and vinegar, this young woman in her late 20s stares daggers at you. Through you. Through everybody. Maybe she wants to punch you. Or bite you. You're not sure which would be worse. All you know for sure? She looks like trouble.

Word traveled fast in the small community of people trapped inside the mall. Kate is a foul-mouthed greasemonkey from Riverside with a penchant for random destruction. Those military surplus boots she wears, as she'd tell you, were made for curbstomping. She's either really good at helping out if it involves a wrench, an electronic device, or a baseball bat, or good at helping people into an early grave.

She recklessly helped the deputy and Derek take down the squid-faced creature in the freezer, then aided Preston in getting an RV up and running so he could escape the mall and find his daughters. Preston wound up dead, found not far down the road from the mall. The mostly harmless young man named "Blade" died in her company while they were searching the mall for a gunman. And Roy died in the mist, soon after the started talking to him.

Kate and Jack appear to know each other from Riverside, both connected by a small community of local punks and street racers, centered around a crappy rock band based out of a flophouse in the poorer part of town. In the mall, the two hoodlums displayed a bond akin to rambunctious siblings, and quickly formed their own little faction of rebels without a cause.

When "Blade" fell off a rooftop and turned into a ravenous reanimated cannibal, he bit Kate twice, stopped only by the mysterious Roy. Kate and others first wondered if she would bounce back from her injuries, or soon join the ranks of the flesh-eating abominations. But those fears passed as the days went by and all wounds healed. She was back to frustrating Jim, drinking Dan's beer, and talking shit.

That said, she wasn't all talk and no walk. She set up a lookout perch on the eastern rooftop of the mall, opposite of Dalton's, where she played chess with the janitor, and watched the creatures in the mist to observe their behavior. She also teamed with Jim, Jack, Gary, Murphy, and Emma to start venturing outside the mall, butchering the dangerous monsters of the mist. Not only did she display a bravery that bordered on the suicidal, she often displayed a mixture of fascination and disgust whenever confronted with the grotesque.