Jordan Reyes. Scavenger. Survivor. The Wraith.
Her journey isn't about survival anymore — it's about keeping a promise.
Before the world ended, Jordan Reyes was a star softball pitcher on a college scholarship — a competitor by nature, not a fighter. Her strength was born from discipline, practice, and a deep-seated need to protect those she loved.
She met Aidan during her sophomore year, a culinary student whose effortless joy balanced her fierce intensity. Together they were unstoppable. Then Green Monday came, and the world they knew ceased to exist.
After the supermarket massacre separated them, Jordan became something else entirely. The survivors who saw her move through the wasteland — silent, ruthless, efficient — started calling her something that stuck: The Wraith.
Before the world ended, Jordan Reyes was a star softball pitcher on a scholarship — a competitor, not a fighter. She was the oldest of three, always looking out for her younger siblings while her single mother worked double shifts. Her strength was born from discipline and a deep-seated need to protect those she loved. It was this instinct that would later define her survival.
One chose to fight. One chose to hope. Together, they are unstoppable.
“I already lost him once. I will not let it happen again.”
A former college softball star turned ruthless survivor. Jordan's strength was born from discipline and love — not violence. But the apocalypse rewrote her. Every swing of 'Home-Run' is a step toward redemption, a promise to herself she refuses to break. Her protectiveness over Aidan isn't just romantic — it's atonement.
“See? I kept our world alive. I kept us alive.”
A culinary school graduate who ran a food truck called 'The Wandering Skillet.' In the apocalypse, Aidan became something unexpected: the strategist. He remembered back routes, sealed rooms, and understood clean water like a chef understands mise en place. While Jordan was the muscle, Aidan was the mind — and the soul. He didn't give up on hope because that would have been the real death.
“...anyone... this is Aidan... holed up at the old Hotel...
repeat, Aidan is alive...”
He didn't truly expect anyone to answer. It was an act of faith — like tossing a message in a bottle into a monstrous ocean.
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The last normal day. The first day of war.
Barbed wire. Rust. Resolve.
When they still had a home.
A voice through static. Everything changed.
She doesn't stop. She can't afford to.
Every step. Every fight. For him.
Leave a message. Drop coordinates. Tell us your story. In this world, connection is survival. Whether you have intel on Aidan's location, survivor reports, or just need to be heard — we listen.