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Anastasia Jordan

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also called “Anastasia”

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Part of Doomsday

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Compassionate; Funny; Reliable

"Someone who's trying to bring light to a darkened world."

Name: Anastasia Jordan Nickname: Stazia; Stay Hometown: Phoenix, Arizona Age: 19

Stazia is heading from Phoenix to Tucson in order to meet with a professor at the U of A who gladly submitted an order for a drawing she recently made. She knew she needed the extra money. But along her way to the streets of downtown Tucson, an infected man standing in the middle of the road caused the girl to crash her truck and nearly killed her. Now, she's all alone in a struggle to survive against the infected Insurgents.

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Stazia wouldn't call herself the most prepared person in the world, but she considers herself to be close to it. Paint cans rattled in the back of her Tundra as the truck gained more and more speed.

'No one would mind if I went over the limit outside the city', Anastasia thought as the vehicle began picking up more and more speed.

The innocent, perky, and carefree nineteen-year-old began developing her artistic desires at a very young age and has pursued her passions ever since. The paint cans that she brought along with her are going to be used to paint a mural later today with her friend. Stazia dressed simply; the girl had on a blue tank top with a black skirt.

She snapped out of dreamland and quickly spotted a still man standing at a dangerously close distance up ahead. Gasping, the student slammed her foot on the brakes and turned the steering wheel as hard as she could, causing the car to tumble over and over several times before it finally rested upside down in the calm desert of the outskirts.

Stazia's eyes popped open after a while of being unconscious. Her immediate reaction was to reach up and put a hand on her throbbing head. A sticky red liquid now coated her fingers. She let out an agonized groan at the realization of her surviving the car wreck. The girl couldn't see any exits and scanning for one began to increase the already pain of her already wounded head. Anastasia gave up and instead tried to at least get her seatbelt off. It was only when she did that when she realized that everything hurt on her body.

"Uhhhh," she groaned as her hand pressed the release latch on the seatbelt. The front side of her body went face first on the hood of her car which made her release a pained scream. The quarter second fall felt too much for the badly hurt girl, but she managed to sit up and squirm her body towards the driver's side window.

"Okay Stazia," she said in between heavy breaths. "You got this. You got this. You just gotta get out of the car."

Anastasia took a deep breath and drew back her right foot as far as she could with the cramped space she had. The girl didn't have much physical strength, but she hoped that whatever she could muster would be enough to kick open the window. Putting everything in it, her heel jabbed but the window only cracked slightly more than it already did from the crash.

Darn, the plastic car window casing isn't helping. It'd be much easier if I could kick the glass directly. Still, I should be out in no time.

Her series of kicks were slow and weak, but she eventually weakened the car window enough to be able to break it open with a final kick. As the exhausted teen drew her foot back for the last time, a agitated moan rang in her ears. Footsteps began moving towards the car. The girl let out a sigh of relief when she remembered the guy who she almost hit earlier. Is he coming to rescue her?

"Hey, I'm in here! I'm trapped by the driver's seat!"

The footsteps suddenly stopped. A loud crunch followed by a thud raised some suspicion, but Anastasia felt relieved to hear the footsteps resume again. Glancing down at the driver's window, Stazia could make out some shoes.

"Hey," she called out to her savior.