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So I started the walking dead and I had this idea for an oc, lmk what you think.
Victoria had always been the kind of person who landed on her feet. Born to immigrant parents who worked tirelessly to ensure she had a good life, she never took anything for granted—but she also never had to struggle the way they did. School was effortless; whatever she read or heard seemed to stick in her mind like glue. Sports were no different—if she set her sights on something, she mastered it. It was as if luck was woven into her DNA.
So when the world ended, it only made sense that luck stayed on her side.
She had been working as an intern in a hospital when things began to unravel. Chaos spread like wildfire, the halls filled with the groans of the dying and the screams of those desperately trying to save them. But Victoria had an advantage: friends in the military. They had given her a warning, hushed voices over shaky phone lines telling her that things were about to get worse—much worse. She didn’t waste time. The moment she had a chance, she scoured the hospital for everything she could carry. Painkillers, antibiotics, sutures, gauze—anything and everything that could make the difference between life and death.
Then she ran.
Atlanta had been her destination, but when she arrived, she found nothing but smoke and ruins. Whatever the city had been before was gone, swallowed by fire and desperation. Staying there meant death. So she kept moving, finally settling just outside the city with a group of survivors.
They were good people, as good as people could be in a world that had collapsed. They looked out for each other, shared what little they had, and fought together when the dead came knocking. But Victoria had learned quickly that there was a fine line between generosity and survival.
That’s why she never told them about the solar-powered generator in her RV.
While the others shivered through cold nights, relying on fire and luck to keep warm, she had light. While they struggled to ration out their meager supplies, she had enough stored food to last longer than most. It wasn’t that she didn’t care—she did. But the world had changed, and trust was a rare commodity. Victoria had seen what desperation did to people. She had seen how kindness could turn into a death sentence.
So she played along, never letting on that she had a safety net the others could only dream of.
Luck had gotten her this far. She wasn’t about to let it run out now.