Rosie Romero (randomly generated) was a local women’s boxing contender when things went south. The evac shelter she started in was full of dead bodies, and some not-so-dead ones were shambling around outside so she moved to a desolate barn in the woods, and after a few days of starving and shivering, got a decent base started and outfitted herself with a wooden shield and nail knuckles to really take the brakes off her boxing abilities.
She began raiding the edge of the town to the east looking for all the things she needed. Firefighter zombies, soldier zombies, feral runners, all went down under her brutal assault, leaving her virtually untouched. That is until the second day’s raid, when she slipped into a house. There was good loot, and a spider basement she noped right out of, but when she returned and tried to exit, she found a pair of zombie brutes from the neighboring football field had seen her in the window and were coming on fast.
She managed to put one down, then the other, just barely. In severe pain and with nothing but aspirin, she limped out of the building and tried to get clear when she spotted the third brute. She tried in desperation to get him to a nearby pile of bodies so she could set them on fire and use that, but it caught up to her and launched her into a nearby wrecked car, and proceeded to beat her to death.
Goodbye Rosie, you were one of the greats, even when you were way out of your weight class.
