Shay was living in California before the, sickness hit. Working at a strip club, men always pawing over her. She hated her job, men only want one thing, but she loved the money and she was good at what she did. She could, can, play people very well. It's how she got where she is, finding small groups of non-infected, staying close, but always looking out for self first.

Funny in a way how things might happen. When she first started stripping she was always so sure of herself, nothing would ever happen to Shayla. One night heading home she was attacked, raped put in the hospital for weeks. After that she decided to take some self defense classes. Who knew that attack would be one of the reasons she has survived this long. The first time she squeezed that trigger, pointing the gun at that person, thing, infected, it was his face she seen. He had taken so much from her and now with each infected she shot, it was him she would see.

Her last small group of non-infected, they were surprised attacked by a small horde of infected. She should of stayed, helped, fought. Instead she grabbed what she could why the others fought back, she ran the other way. She knew there was just to many, why did they not run? Wandering for days on her own. She has now came to Arklay, the rumored island sanctuary.