April
“Some folks need more’n one burial.”
As the widow of an undertaker, April has seen more than her share of death since moving out West. She’d often work as his assistant, tending to the corpses, some of them not so pretty. Thus, she’s unfazed by the shambling hordes, or at least by their appearance and the wide variety of odors such horrors breed. Her husband was among the first taken by surprise when their latest ‘client’ rose to attack him. April put down the client, then her husband shortly thereafter. She’s a hard woman, made all the harder by the apocalypse.
