Her name was Alejandra, a 37 year old woman. Before the outbreak, Alejandra was an average young woman. Raised in the ghetto of Miami, she was a big trouble in her childhood. She was pregnant at 17, and would raise her kid all alone. It was tough, but she watched as her beautiful son grew day by day.. until his tenth birthday, when the Fall started... she'd lose him that day, and in a way she lost herself... like a ghost in the breeze...

~Shed snap back to reality, The walls of the shelter were shaking as Death Angels swarmed about, trying to find the source of the noise, that of which, being a can she accidentally kicked onto the steeet below.. ~