Name: Sai Fon
Height: 5 ft. 9 in. (1 m 74)
Weight: 134 lbs. (61 kg)
Traits: Athletic, Leader, Focused
Hobbies: Martial Arts, Botany, Running
Favorite Movie: Pacific Rim
Favorite Band: Wu-Tang Clan
Favorite Food: Falafel
Favorite Color: Yellow
Favorite Weapon: Her fists!
Favorite “King of Tokyo” Monster: Mantis
Strength: Strong punch
The night of the outbreak, Sai Fon was already running. She liked to run. The rhythm and simplicity felt natural to her body. But also, it was a perfect time to think.
She had a lot to think about. As president of student council and captain of her martial arts club, she always had a new challenge to overcome. She had learned early to take challenges head on.
When she spotted Mr. Hinkle standing in his garden, she stopped to say hi. When she was 10, her parents thought botany lessons could have a positive, soothing influence on their restless, reckless daughter. Mr. Hinkle taught her to use patience to overcome obstacles. She had stopped lessons when studying for her brown belt three years ago, but she was still fond of the old man.
It was strange for him to be out this late… he was usually in bed by now. And tonight, Mr. Hinkle looked older than ever. His skin was pale, his breath hoarse, and his eyes vacant. No, not vacant—empty. He lurched toward her with a rasp in his desiccated throat. She knew nothing was left of her dear botany teacher when he trampled his prize begonias as he reached for her.
Sai Fon felt more sad than threatened. She reflexively raised her fists. A fast sweep would put him on the ground where she could finish him quickly.
But she didn’t have the heart to do it. For once, the direct route was not the right path. Instead, she ran away to go back to thinking. As she ran, she spotted more growling, shambling figures around her. She ran faster, and soon she had unconsciously run back to school. Her instinctive urge suddenly became conscious.
She needed to find her friends and lead them to overcome. This outbreak would be her greatest challenge.