Mary used to be a nice girl; not too mean, although she did like to speak her mind quite often, which got her into trouble more than she would like to admit. Aside from her inability to keep her mouth shut, she really was just a nice girl.
She had long, luscious blonde hair that she let flow freely and she had the clearest blue eyes that resembled the water that surrounded her island. She also loved to wear sandals and dresses, and hated anything that was too dark. Vibrant might as well have been her middle name.
That was until she lost the love of her life.
When Mary was 20, her and her husband had gone out for a stroll by the water. Back then, 10 years ago, rotted monsters hadn't really bothered the island too much, and they were mostly free to do as they pleased.
