Miss Elmira Ravenhurst was a school teacher in the small town of Doornail in the foot hills of the Serra Nevada Mountains in California. Fourteen years since the discovery of gold, and five years since a steamer ship docked in San Francisco carrying a cargo of death and the end of the world. The ship carried a plague of the living dead. Grey fleshed corpses that should have been buried six feet under, their flesh rotten off the bone as they infested San Francisco feeding off living flesh. Now the country was at war with a plague of un-dead zombies in the west as war raged between North and South.

Elmira had dreams that were broken when her fiancée was eaten by a pack of zombies on a supply run to Sacramento. The children solemnly listen to lectures with wide eyes as she walks back and forth the heavy ring of keys at her side jingle with every step. A bell rings in the distance and Miss Ravenhurst, mouth set in a grim line, uses the keys to open a small door in the tidy little school house. The door opens on a tiny room with a hatch leading to an escape tunnel underneath the town. Elmira ushers the children through, dabbing at tear stained faces as the children march down the tunnels to safety.

Elmira locks the hatch as the last child disappears down into the escape tunnel. The iron key gripped tightly in her hand as she scans the walls of the room. Guns, ammunition, wickedly sharp blades and machines of copper, brass and glass fill the walls. Miss Elmira Ravenhurst smiles grimly as she reaches out for her favourite guns. Miss Elmira Ravenhurst, spinster, teacher, and ruthless zombie hunter stepped out from the school house raised her rifle and aimed as the first zombie shambled along the dirt road.

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I like stories, they are an important part of the crafts I create, so each one of my little dolls has a story to tell, sometimes they are quite small and sometimes they sprawl out and entangle you. Thank you for having a look at Miss Elmira Ravenwood and her story.

Miss Elmira Ravenwood is made with cotton, vintage buttons, acrylic wool and scraps of fabric and vintage doilies from a previous project upcycled into something new and magical. She was grunged up with a mixture of tea, vanilla and cinnamon. Elmira will come with her own hand stained and slowly typed (on a pernickety vintage typewriter) story card for you to keep. More photos can be taken if needed as the sun decided to hide away before I could take any more of dear Elmira. Please Convo me with any questions you may have.

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