Brandy Potts

Brandy fanned herself with her cap, hand on her hip as the sun tried it's best to melt her skin off, eyes firmly on the fucked engine of one of the community trucks. It was fucked, that was certain, one of the hunters drove it into a fucking demon zombie, the engine smoking and the windows busted. Brandy let out a frustrated groan, running a hand down her voice with a grumble. “Useless cunt, that Jackson. Does he think good trucks are just popping off trees in a damn zombie apocalypse!?” Brandy grumbled as she fixed her hat back onto her head.