Chloe Weaver



Chloe Nicole Weaver





Age: 15

Height: 5’4”

Nationality: American

Former Profession: Student


Personality: Chloe used to be pretty easy going and liked to be involved, be it helping her mother cook or tend her garden or helping her father out in the garage. She was fascinated by nature and had a great compassion for animals and a good sense of humor. She was somewhat outspoken, something that had gotten her in trouble with her instructors on occasion but she didn’t always take things people said at face value. She lived for the holidays and did quite alot of reading when she had time. She loved to go see movies at the theatre and had a green thumb like her mother. She was kind, considerate to others feelings and cared what other people thought about her.


Since she’s been alone since the day of the earthquake and she had become wary of people after two men had chased her and nearly caught her while she scavenged in Clarksville. She could only imagine what they would have done to her and so she avoided everyone if she could. It was surprising to her how quickly the compassion she once had died away and was replaced with a survival instinct. She stole from others if she could do it without much risk. She no rarely smiled or felt joy and though she had contemplated killing herself a few times, presumably so she could be with her parents, she could never bring herself to do it. Her sense of humor has gotten darker and she often speaks with words heavily laden with sarcasm.


Any special skills: Chloe can identify many plants, bushes and trees and knows about the habits and basic anatomy about animals and insects. She is an excellent shot with her father’s older, scoped, bolt action hunting rifle. She knows alot about gardening, knows how to use basic and power tools and is a pretty decent cook. She knows how to skin and quarter animals and prepare them to eat. She has become very stealthy and knows how to move around without being noticed.





Chloe was born and raised in Nashville, Tennessee. Her father Alex was a Scientist, a Botanist who met her mother Judith, a Biologist who taught at Vanderbilt University while he spoke there during an in-service. As a child Chloe had a pretty average life. Friends, birthdays, parties with family. Her parents were kind, intelligent, dutiful people who always tried to turn just about everything into a learning experience. As a result, Chloe learned a lot about plants and animals through constant ‘forced’ tutelage of her parents. She was an only child and she attended Montgomery Bell Academy, a prestigious private school.

She enjoyed camping and hiking and doing things in the out of doors but only in a casual, fun way though her father had taken her hunting...once and shown her how to use his rifle. She had a boyfriend named Joshua but most of their time was spent watching him play baseball for their school. A few days before Christmas, the entire world felt like it was on fire. One moment she was shopping with her mother, about to go see The Hobbit with her boyfriend and dreaming about the gifts she would receive. And in the next moment, the Christmas she had been hoping for never came and hell followed after. A massive Earthquake rocked the area.

They got what news there was by way of one of her father’s, older AM radios. The authorities advised everyone to remain at home and in doors but even so, so many people had left, their homes destroyed or because their places of work were in the same boat as everyone else, no longer needed them. No jobs meant no money which meant no food. Chloe had biked past where Joshua used to live and his house looked wrecked and had been boarded up. He hadn’t even told her goodbye. Her parents had boarded up their windows as well and turned their basement into a kind of bunker though the earthquake had done serious damage to it as well. Her father had an old hunting rifle and bullets for it and he taught her and her mother how to use it. The government passed out food for a few days but before long people with guns began to chase those that came for it away. ‘The strong taking from the weak’ her dad had called it. Being Botanists they had started to grow their own vegetables. They had food enough for a few weeks but her father had been a planner. He decided to go out and look for more food and medical supplies so they could stockpile it and supplement what they had already and what they were able to grow. One night when her father had left to look for food they heard alot of gunshots. When her father didn’t return her mother went out to look for him. She came back with her father’s satchel of food and his rifle and Chloe knew he was dead. Food would go farther now that it was just the two of them but a few nights later they heard boards breaking and a large man had entered their home. Her mother tried to fight him but he stabbed her and Chloe picked up the rifle and shot him in the face. When her mother had died Chloe buried her in the backyard. After that something had broken inside Chloe and she no longer was that sweet girl that loved holidays and was never willing to hurt an animal. An animal was food and people were either hunters or prey.




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