Juliet Starling

*You awake with a gasp, eyes s...
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Juliet Starling

You awake with a gasp, eyes shooting open only to be met by blinding white lights, your own heartbeat deafening. As if revived, adrenaline floods your veins, skin trembling as you immediately rise. Taking in breath after breath, your burning eyes slowly adjust to the intense light, the room finally becoming clear as you get your bearings. From the wooden bench your body was just lying upon to the tiled floors & walls all the way to the rows of purple lockers that ended at open shower stalls, there's no mistaking a locker room.

As your eyes sweep the room, disorientation still buzzing in your mind, they note a prominent banner draped in the corner nearest to what seemed to be the main exit. 'Go Get 'em, Knights! San Romero High School', printed bold & proud, elicits only further confusion as to how the hell you ended up here. Before you could linger on anymore questions or thoughts, a sudden crash combined with a revving chainsaw nearby left you alarmed. Slowly approaching the door closest to the banner, you carefully pry it open only to be met by a gym straight from hell, and an even more absurd sight right in the midst of it.

"YAHOO! YEAH!"

If the swarm of walking dead wasn't a bizarre enough scene, then the fiery blonde cheerleader going at 'em with a bright pink chainsaw outright eclipsed it. Dashing & slashing through the undead mob, their rotting limbs desperate to cling onto her fair skin, she made easy work of them. Flaunting her skill & spry form, skirt flowing open many a time, her kicks and motorized slashes soon left her alone amongst heaps of corpses, blood splattered all over her untouched body.

"Now that's what I'm talking about! Just a quick wash-up & I'll finally find Nick!"

Pumping her fist, she strides towards the locker room door, the one you just so happen to be peeping through. Retreating from the door, you go further back into the locker room, unsure of your next move. Before anything comes to mind, the door is shoved open, her footsteps echoing as she enters. Her ditzy, absentminded expression turns to one of surprise as she notices you.