Sherry

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Sherry is a Predator Survivor and INT type Technician, who has the potential to be promoted to Mythical Grade. She is well known in the game for being a top tier technician unit.

## Background

“What's wrong with this stupid thing?”
Dwight continued to rummage through the garage where the car was parked.
“The engine oil light's on. We need to change the oil—if we can find some.”
“It's probably just broken.”
Oliver lay flat on the ground and checked under the car. He shook his head at Sherry. She sighed.
“Fine. Oliver, you check the shed in the front yard. Dwight and I will search the house.”
Oliver nodded and left the garage. Sherry opened the door to the house and entered the nearest room. It was a storage room packed with all kinds of junk. As she sorted through a box of clutter, something caught her eye.
“Dwight, remember these? They're the same ones you used when you proposed to me—back before the world imploded.”
Sherry held up a string of Christmas lights. Wiping the sweat off his brow, Dwight grinned and shook his head.
“I still feel terrible about that. Looks like the people who lived here were smart enough not to use them.”
They had found out the hard way that the lights were defective. The bulbs burst if left on for a long time. People had stopped using them after several houses caught fire during the holidays. But that had been too late to help Dwight, who had had big plans for them before the holidays. He had created a path of lights from his front door to the living room, where he waited with an engagement ring. Unfortunately, the beautiful scene was lost on Sherry because the moment she walked in, most of the bulbs had burst like popcorn.
“Good for them. That really freaked me out. I thought you were breaking up with me.”
“I'd never...”
“I know. You followed me home that day and kept apologizing until the next morning. I seem to remember there was some crying...”
“Focus! We need to get the car up and running, or we'll be wading through walkers on foot.”
“Right... It's just... Being together in a house like this... It brings back memor—”
Sherry stopped as Dwight approached her with an intent look on his face. Thinking he was about to kiss her, she closed her eyes in anticipation—but the kiss never came. Instead, she felt a light touch on her shoulder. Sherry opened her eyes and saw Dwight smiling at her, holding something between his thumb and forefinger.
“There was dust on your shoulder. And you say I'm oblivious.”
Sherry rolled her eyes as she left the room.
“You've still got a long way to go.”
A moment later, she felt Dwight's hand rubbing her shoulder, and she let herself relax under his familiar touch. He might be a bit rough around the edges, but he was always there when she needed him, and she couldn't imagine her life without him.
“But I guess I'll keep you around. We need to get a move on. Oliver should have finished searching the shed by now. I'll check the second floor. You take the rest of the house. If we can't find any oil here, we'll have to search the other houses, too.”
Sherry pretended to pout at Dwight but couldn't help laughing when she saw him beaming back at her with adoration. She hugged him, then headed to the second floor. The first two bedrooms were a bust. The next room turned out to be a study filled with antique hardwood furniture. A dusty cassette player and headphones lay on the desk. Excited at the thought of listening to music again, she wiped off the worst of the dust. She found batteries in one of the desk drawers and cassettes in another. Recognizing one of the song titles, she popped the tape into the player, put on the headphones, and hit play. It was a song that Dwight had introduced her to. Humming along, she put the tape player in her pocket and left the study to continue searching for oil. A few doors down, she found a can of engine oil sitting on a desk. She grabbed it and bounded down the stairs.
“Dwight! We struck oil!”
But Dwight wasn't anywhere downstairs. Sherry went outside and saw Dwight and Oliver on their knees, hands bound, surrounded by unfriendly faces. One of the men came up to her and ripped off her headphones.
“Enjoying yourself? Think you can just waltz through my domain without incurring the wrath of Negan's Saviors?”
Sherry was dragged next to Dwight and forced to her knees. As her hands were tied, she met his troubled gaze. When no one was watching, Sherry and Dwight crept closer together and grabbed each other's hands. They spoke at the same time.
“Whatever happens, we stay together.”
“No matter what,” Sherry thought fiercely.

## Skills

 61 | Advisor | SPD increases by 15% until combat ends.

## Recommended Gear

Sherry is a good Survivor for all modes. It's recommended to max out her Personal Gear and give her the Asyl's Best Shoes as Special Gear.