Ana OTA
Ana had left the party that day, not really talking to anyone. She wasn't really in a talkie mood. Not since it was close to her anniversary, but he as dead, Louis that is, he was a zombie now. Probably dead himself since he was on a planet of all infected flesh. It is not like that could sustain them? She was leaning against a tree, wearing a sweater and playing with her wedding ring on a necklace. She was in her own little world, she couldn't, choose not to hear anyone around her.