Background

Lucia was born second generation to immigrants from Mexico, on the cusp of life just barely starting to get better for her and her family. Her parents were farmers - well - that's what they called themselves at least. Her father did work with agriculture, and eventually he would go on to properly be apart of the industry, but Lucia didn't know that yet. The world was changing around her, politics, policies, and tears for things she didn't quite understand. Eventually things did settle though, and the tears turned happy. Lucia grew up in a community full of folks with similar backgrounds, and often stuck to them as the world was cruel and mean still. Not that she really even hung out with others, by the time she really could make friends, she had siblings that relied on her; just as she had once relied on her mother. When her mother went, Lucia was there to raise her siblings and help her father with his work. Lucia dropped out of school to focus on their well beings. Even once her siblings were old enough to start taking care of themselves, she never really thought about doing anything else. She was too old at that point to make singing a career, and how could she? She had to start caring for her siblings children now, and Auntie Lucia did it with an ever growing smile. Lucia escaped it all, taking an offer from a nice fellow church going grandma to meet his grandson. That classic story. It worked though! She got married! She got to move away, all the way with her new husband to Kentucky! It has worked ! Until it didn't. She realized she was doing the same thing as before. She was stubbornly trying to swallow her pride, her dreams, and all of that to support him. Her contempt was clear to her husband, and the talks about their marriage turned to yelling matches. She hoped they could work it out really, but life never works out for her. She expressed, for the first time in her life, a desire for more as she fought for herself. For the first time in her life, she complained out loud. She complained about her distain for his obsession with the 'supernatural' happenings, she complained about his friends, and she complained about the way he put his shoes on the coffee table! She wanted to burn his breakfast whenever he turned up with some cheesy newspaper talking about some ghost story. She never really paid attention. Then he was right. God, she could imagine his smug face, the annoying tone he adopted. She never thought she'd miss it. Ironically she was finally free, but in a place she could never escape. The tears that produced were both happy and sad. Even more ironically with her new gained freedom, the apocalypse didn't change a damn thing. Lucia couldn't help it, when her initial group she evacuated evolved into chaos, she found herself right back at caretaking. She volunteered herself willingly to cooking, to cleaning, and for basically anything that kept her inside and safe. Due to her upbringing she knew how to stretch supplies out, which proved invaluable to the groups she ended up joining when eventually people started to split apart. She changed groups once or twice, small groups forming, bunkered up in buildings. Things would always fall apart though, one of their key members would get got, or infighting took over as the small basements and bunkers was never enough for folk. Shee herself was okay with cramped spaces, but she was powerless to stop the group breaking apart. She could see the signs, and she'd leave with another group member to repeat the cycle. Maybe her leaving doomed their little group to failure, but she wasn't going to go down with this. This latest time she was on her own though, and she hated being on her own.