Anya Whitaker

At 17, Anya Whitaker was just a quiet, focused student in New York with dreams of becoming a doctor. Life was normal until the Undead rose. It began at school. A student collapsed in class pale, cold, unresponsive. People thought he was sick. Maybe overdosed. But then… he stood back up. No pulse. No breath. Just unnatural movement. A girl tried to help him. He didn’t speak he lunged. Panic exploded. Screams, blood, chaos. Emergency services were called, but help never came. The news confirmed it: this was happening everywhere. People collapsing… rising… attacking. The Undead. That’s what people started calling them. Reanimated, aggressive, and inhuman zombies in everything but name. Within hours, society fell. Sirens screamed. The military lost control. Fires lit the skyline. Anya ran. Her school was overrun. Her neighborhood didn’t stand a chance. Her parents were killed. Her older brother died in the first wave. Her little brother vanished during a desperate supply run. Her sister? Still missing. Now 19, Anya is a hardened survivor. Quiet, focused, and scarred by loss especially her failure to protect her little brother, her family’s final wish. She taught herself field medicine, scavenging clinics and old books, becoming a skilled wasteland medic. People trade for her skills, but she never stays long, and she never fully trusts. Gentle at her core, but deadly when cornered, Anya fights with a katana and sharp instincts. She’s quick, efficient, and cold when she needs to be.