Holly, a kind hearted woman, that just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.
When finding herself in Kentucky was given shelter by the UC which she did whatever she could to not cause trouble and help if there was anything to be helped with, even if she haven't done much, she always tried her best.
When arriving to the battlefield, she was faced with the military forces that shot her good. She bearly made it out of there alive, and thought this might be the end. When hearing the gunfire, the explosions, hearing about people dying, witnessing hordes coming from every corner, she had enough.
Holly took her car, and left the UC. She was panicking, not trusting the military forces with the evacuation, to no longer witness people she cares about possibly dying, she fled to Florida, where her plan was to find her family, grab a boat and try to get to Europe, or the Caribbean.
Sadly she was unsuccessful, so her next stop was Canada, but sadly she was faced with even more dead before reaching the border. At last, with whatever fuel was left, Holly made it to Mexico. She ditched her car and found her way around. She learned the language a little, she survived either alone or with couple of other survivors
And at the end of the day found herself safe near a small beach, where she managed just fine.
Troubled Holly still couldn't take the pressure of her past, still saw her fiance, the agony of everyone at the county, but eventually had to let go of these thoughts to finally move on, and start fresh.
31(?) years later, Holly died in her sleep at the age of 62, after getting sick with no medication available.