May God Save Us | Agnes Wimmer

Name: Agnes Wimmer

Nationality: German

Age: 20, born February 14th, 1924

Occupation: Nun at the Freising Cathedral

Appearance: Agnes Wimmer is a young woman in her early twenties, with a slender, delicate frame that seems almost fragile beneath her heavy religious garments. She has pale skin, soft features, and large, tired blue eyes that rarely hold another person’s gaze for long. A few strands of dark hair occasionally slip out from under her veil.

Her expression is usually calm and distant, as if her thoughts are somewhere far away. When she is deep in prayer or listening to the sounds outside the church, her face becomes almost expressionless.

She is seen with a traditional black nun’s habit. A long, heavy black veil and hood cover most of her head and shoulders, casting soft shadows over her face. Beneath the hood she wears a white wimple that frames her face and covers her neck and hair. Over her habit she has a dark, flowing cloak that reaches down to her ankles. A simple metal cross hangs from a thin cord around her neck, resting against her chest. Her hands are often clasped together in front of her, partially hidden by the wide sleeves of her habit.

Personality: Agnes is quiet, reserved, and deeply introspective. She speaks little, and when she does, her voice is soft and measured. Years of religious life have taught her to keep her emotions carefully controlled.

She rarely raises her voice and avoids drawing attention to herself, preferring to observe from the edges of a room.Beneath her calm exterior lies a sincere but strained faith. She still believes, still prays, and still tries to offer comfort to those around her, yet the horrors of the war and outbreak have planted quiet doubts she does not dare speak aloud. She carries a private sense of guilt, as if she blames herself for not being stronger or more useful than she already is.

She is obedient to the priest and to the rules of the Church, sometimes to a fault. Conflict and raised voices make her withdraw. Only with time and trust does she allow small cracks in her composure; a longer glance, a more honest answer, or a rare moment of visible fear.

Backstory: Born in 1924 to a deeply religious Catholic family. Her father worked as a modest clerk for the local diocese, and her mother was a devout woman who raised her children with daily prayers, strict observance of the sacraments, and a quiet but constant devotion to the Church. From a very young age, Agnes was immersed in the rhythms of religious life: morning rosaries, Sunday Mass at the cathedral on the Domberg, and the solemn atmosphere of a town that had been a spiritual center of Bavaria for centuries.

She was a quiet and obedient child, more comfortable in the silence of the church than among other children. While her siblings eventually married or took ordinary paths, Agnes felt an early and sincere calling. At sixteen she entered a local convent, and by eighteen she had taken her first vows. The structured life of prayer, work, and obedience suited her temperament perfectly. She found peace in routine, in the familiar Latin prayers, and in the belief that she was serving something greater than herself.

The war remained somewhat distant to her for a long time. Freising was not a major military target, and life inside the convent walls continued with only gradual changes — shortages, news of fallen sons from other families, and the growing weight of national propaganda. Agnes prayed for peace, for the soldiers, and for the souls of the dead, but the true horror of the conflict stayed mostly outside her world.

That changed when Munich fell to the undead.

Refugees began arriving with impossible stories of the dead walking and entire districts being overrun. Within days the priest ordered the church doors barred. Agnes, along with the other sisters, was tasked with caring for the civilians who had taken shelter inside: mothers, children, the elderly, and a handful of young men too old or too young for the militia forming in the streets.

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