Name: June Andrews
Age: 19
Appearance: dirty blond hair in a braid, freckled face and arms, wiry figure. Wears a black tank top, hoodie, and jeans. Carries an orange-trimmed backpack.
Bio (skills, history, how they survived infection): June lived on the outskirts of the city with her father, where she grew up hiking, camping and hunting. She was on a hunt in the mountains when the bombs fell, out of the range of the infection, and returned the next morning only to be attacked by her father. She was forced to kill him. She gathered some extra supplies in her backpack and drove into the city to see if she could find out what was going on.
Weapons: hunting knife, hunting rifle with extra ammo.

June drove slowly, taking in the strange surroundings. Not a single car drove past on the normally busy highway, and it was eerily silent save for the occasional bird call. Even from here she could see smoke rising from the city.
It wasn’t until she neared the city limits sign that June saw the first of them- shambling toward her car, hands outstretched, mouth hanging open. One foot was twisted at a strange angle. June drove past, her hands clenching on the wheel. She had to find someone who knew what was happening.

June spotted a flicker of light out of the corner of her eye. A fire…? No, this was different. She turned onto a side street and drove toward it. Soon enough a girl came into view, sitting on a rooftop. There didn’t seem to be any infected nearby, so June stepped out onto the street.
“Hey,” she called up to the girl.

“Heh, I guess so. I’m June.” June stepped back from the building in case the other girl decided to jump.

June watched Faith’s descent. “So, wanna come along? I was going in to the city to look for someone who knows what’s going on.” She gestured to her rather beat-up pickup truck.

June got in as well, locking the doors to stop any surprise infected, before turning to Faith. “Really? You know what happened? I missed it all, I got back from the mountains just a few hours ago.”

June followed her gaze and swallowed. She was used to blood, but not on humans. “Oh. …do you know anyone else who survived? There have to be others.”

“Yeah, I am.” She gestured vaguely toward her old farmhouse. “What about you? How’d you survive?”

Name: Devin Cook
Age: 23
Appearance: Short, dark hair combed tightly back. Squinted eyes and a long, green coat. He wears aviator sun glasses. He walks with makeshift crutches.
Bio (skills, history, how they survived infection): Devin had graduated from college. At his party in his apartment he heard the boneshaking explosions from outside. He, his five friends and his family ran to the window. Streaks of red and black were raining from the sky, blasting holes through buildings and knocking craters in the streets. When they hit, they shattered open, releasing a dark green and brown gas from inside. Devin stared at the mayhem and havoc that was raging in the city below his apartment building when suddenly a bomb came out of nowhere and crashed into the room through the wall.
Devin woke up. He was trapped under rubble. He found a wet towel rapped around his face. Tucked in his shirt pocket was a piece of paper that said “Good luck, guy. I’ll see you in hell”.
Weapons: A baseball bat on his back and an empty pistol.
Other: He made a point of taking some first aid courses, as he enjoyed hiking and mountain climbing.

As Devin limped from the burning city he noticed two women talking near a truck.
“Hello, ladies!”

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“You broken or infected?” Faith yelled form the cab. She stepped out and gave him a look over.

“I doubt there’s much good and bad anymore. It’s more alive or flesh-starved.” Faith approached him.

June stood quickly and helped him to her seat. “I’m June, and this is Faith. This is a nasty break… here, hold on, I’ll get some water and swabs.”

June looks up from her backpack, her arms full of swabs, bandages, water bottles, and materials for a splint. She sighs at Devin- she can’t blame him for passing out. In fact, that sounds like a pretty good idea. But she pushes the thought out of her mind and busies herself with his leg instead. This isn’t the first time she’s set a bone, and it’s probably easier with him conked out anyway, so he wouldn’t feel the pain.
After she finished setting the wound, she sighed and sat back. “Let’s get going. There are a few more infected around than I’d like.”

“We can’t keep moving with and live person in the truck. What if they can smell him?” Faith said as she pulled her G3 out and scanned the area quickly.

Name: Margaret Crosby (Mags for short)
Age: 16
Appearance: Just above shouler length messy dark brown hair with hazel eyes and a pale complextion. She has a multitude of freckles all over her face. About 5’9.
Bio (skills, history, how they survived infection): She was a girl guide and so learned basic survival skills. She knew how to build fire, pitch a tent and how to do first aid along with other basic skills. She was in grade 10 at her school. She and her boyfriend were at thisplace called look-out rock high above the city and isolated. Suddenly the bombs started dropping and her boyfriend quickly pushed her into a nearby cave and rolled a rock in front before trying to find a hiding spot from them. Next time she saw him he was a zombie and attacking her. She couldn’t kill him knowing he had given up his life for her so she ran away instead. It will always haunt her how she couldn’t save him.
Weapons: A sharpened stick and her camp knife.
Other: She got hurt pushing away the rock to get out. More rocks fell on her and she thinks she might have fractured her arm she currently has a splint on it but she has to way to properly treat it.

“Help me….Help me” Mags shouted as she came across the first non-zombie people she’d seen in a long time.

Room for anymore?

Name: Tenenan “Ten-Ten” Blecknell
Age: 20
Appearance: Both tall and lanky, Tenenan is about 6’1 with more muscle then one would think. Short choppy black hair, and strangely light blue eyes.
Bio (skills, history, how they survived infection): Tenenan was a swimmer before the world went to heck in a hand basket, and is able to swim miles in minutes, and hold his breath for stunning lengths of time. He’d come home for a break from School to see his father, who worked as a butcher. His father had tossed him into the freezer when the bombs dropped, it hadn’t been locked and when he’d come out his father was undead, and he took a cleaver to the neck soon after.
Weapons: Shotgun, with only three shells remaining. Father’s meat cleaver.
Other: Fell face first into some glass after slipping on the ice. Face is pretty messed up at the moment, though lucky for him, that is all the physical damage he sustained.

Tenenan had stolen his father’s van, it’s all white exterior he used to mock for being similar to a van in which old men would offer young children candy. Now, it was a life saver. He’d dragged every canned food item out of the shop and into the van, as well as a few knives he’d tossed in his backpack, the bloody cleaver rested on the seat beside him with the unloaded shotgun. His father’s single first aid kit rested under his seat, he was certain the few band-aids and alcohol swabs would be of some use. The moment he’d slowly lowered his foot on the gas he was gone no longer interested to see what had become of the others caught in the blast. Then he came upon an odd sight, a small group of people and not the shambling groaning kind, a cluster of what seemed to be non-infected people.

Tenenan pulled the van to a slow stop, pulled the brake and manually rolled the window down to get a closer look at the group. It appered there were a few people, many of which were girls, either older them himself or younger, he wasn’t all that sure, all he did know is that they were the first people who hadn’t attempted to eat his flesh, and the first set of people he hadn’t had to shoot. “Hey are you okay?” he called just to be sure.

“Okay, okay! Come here, we have some first aid stuff in the car,” called June. She was getting increasingly nervous about the number of people- there were infected getting uncomfortably close, and the one boy was still unconscious.
“Hey, you!” she called to the guy in the weird van. “Can you come help? We should move fast and then get out of here.”

OOC: Finally another guy. Starting to think this was gonna be an all female character RP….

Faith had her rifle pointed in the direction of the van, then heard grumbling. “We should keep quiet, they can hear us still.”

OOC: I look at the ratio’s before I make a character. As a lady I usually pick one.

Tenenan looked to each of the girl’s, suddenly realizing that his face wasn’t the most suitable thing to present to them, but no longer caring since, the bleeding had stopped sometime ago, although the gash on this forehead was sure to continue for sometime. However, he reached into his van pulling the first aid kit, as well as the Cleaver and heading towards the first girl. “I have plenty of room in the van, your truck doesn’t seem like it’ll hold to many.”

“I’m not jumping in a pedophile van without at least knowing your name…” Faith pointed out. “What’s your story?”

“The name’s Tenenan, dad was a butcher tossed me in the freezer, hence the face and van.” He offered before taking a sideways glance at the girl with the truck fumbling with her knife. He sprinted forward, not nearly as quickly as he would have liked and sunk the cleaver into the infected’s neck, severing it’s head. “Just gotta double tap, sorry.” He lifted his hand to the girl’s forehead. “Your name, little one?”

• This reply was modified 137 days ago by  FurnitureKanon. Reason: I am slow at the whole reply thing

“Thanks for finishing him off. I can knock him down but I love the person he used to be there is no way I could stop him myself. It’s Margaret but all my friends call me Mags that is if I have any friends left. I know the city fairly well. I was going to take my driver’s test next week so I was learning the streets.”

• This reply was modified 137 days ago by  Maggie.