Name: Rashida Shamal Occupation before the Zambies came: Vetrenarian Picture: Personality: Reserved and practical. She's smart and likes to keep her options open. she has a fear of being in tight spaces, or being alone for too long. Rashida kept her head low, ducking underneath a crumple of fallen cardboard boxes that had formed a bit of a bridge between empty desks. The small urgent care center down the road from the grocery store was looking like the safest place to be at the moment, though she wanted to try her hardest to get to the police station. She knew that the holding cells would be the safest bet, where she could keep her belongings without having to worry about getting attacked in her sleep by the drooling, brainless horde. "this way" The young vetrenarian called over her shoulder, cascading her long black hair down her back as she did. "Get as many first aid kits as you can fit in your backpack, we don't have much time till nightfall.