For the most part, Karla doesn't bother to keep track of what day of the week it is anymore. Doesn't seem to be much point, with what little difference there is between one day and the next (aside from holidays, which she figures she'll find out about by any plans that are being made for them in the Wasteland). Mostly, she just keeps track of what ( Read more... )

Ask me anything about Karla, or, if you think you can, tell me something I don't know about her.

Getting a space all to yourself in the shelter can be tricky; conservation of water and electricity are pretty important, so most anyone who's willing to share ends up with a roommate.

Karla would prefer a single, but beggars can't be choosers, and she's been pretty lucky regardless. She's found a spot in the same building as Gwen and Preston, and ( Read more... )

They all learn how to use the guns, eventually. Even Julie, who’s hands-down the most nonviolent of them, fires hers a few times. Not to hit anything, that’s beyond her even now, but a couple of blanks fired into the air will scare zombies away nicely, if their numbers aren’t too great ( Read more... )

Backstory, Part the FirstThe first memory she has of anything being wrong is a day in late summer, New Orleans the humid swamp it always is around that time of year ( Read more... )

Karla's idea of dressing nicely was pretty simple even before her wardrobe got reduced to only what she could carry. Still, she does have clothes that she keeps for occasional use only, which are therefore in better condition than the rest of what she owns. The jeans are still ripped and faded, but also still recognizeable as being blue, and the ( Read more... )