Name: Otto
Age: 21
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Clothing: Blue Jeans, Logo T, Light Jacket
Items:
Right Hand: Glock 17 (17/0)
Left hand:
You exit the shack. The weather feels very nice. Just down the hill where your small shack lies, you can see Hurtsburg, or "no man's land". Everyone is scared to enter a city like this with such a terrible reputation implanted by the zombies that reside in it, but you've been in and out enough to where you are nearly an expert at scavenging items from the "dangerous" city. To you, its pretty much a walk in the park -- except that you tend to crouch-walk everywhere to stay hidden. You've had some close calls, some closer than others, but you've managed for... how long has it been? You can't even recall anymore. You are deprived of human contact. Deep down inside, you feel like you aren't even human, yet you have the complexity of one, and the thinking process of one as well. Aren't you just an animal, like all others? Killing to survive? Hunting to feed? Who is the prey? Zombies? Survivors? You?
Stop. You are thinking to hard, and for much too long. You can tell that your sanity is getting lost in a sea of despair and loneliness, but now isn't the time to think like that. No, now is the time to get food and water. Maybe the hunting knife, if you find an animal to kill and collect from.
After that moment of thought, you start to sight-see. Behind your dainty shack is a large forest, sprinkled with several types of trees, such as Oak, Evergreen, and Pine. There are very few bushes that contain fruit, but they haven't been growing properly. It hasn't rained in forever, and maybe the virus affects fruits. Makes sense, right? There you go again. Focus on details about your location, okay? To the left is a massive hill, with trees sprinkled atop it as well, and to your right is a long stretch of road with trees on both sides, blocking your view from reaching any further. Straight ahead, is the largest city you have ever seen, which is Hurtsburg. Miles and miles of city to explore, which makes you believe that you should be able to survive from collecting supplies from it until you die, or maybe that's just the insane Otto thinking for you.
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Name: John Hampton
Age: 18
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Clothing: Black hoodie, black jeans, black Nike shoes
Items:
Right Hand:
Left hand:
This scenario reminds me of the fourth episode of the Walking Dead game. Did you take inspiration from this?
Yes, but I didn't want it to be closely related to it. I wanted more than just two stories though, and this is actually a really good idea that they had.
I'll head out to our little safe haven's armory, see if I can't swipe a pistol and a few clips. (Preferably with the consent of the guys in charge of the armory)
You exit the building, and turn towards the Armory, which is about twenty meters away. The perimeter of Merryville stretches 56 meters wide. A lot of people in Merryville are unhappy with the amount of space that it has to offer. Maybe that is why Saul wants to eliminate the majority of people. Sick of their complaining? No, you know Saul somewhat. He's the kind of person who doesn't act off of anger and annoyance. Maybe he just wants to create some sort of super colony, capable of surviving off of the land and creating such a reputation that spreads across the area, or the country, or the world. Is he looking to be a role model? An inspiration for young, healthy survivors? That's enough thinking for now, you've reached the Armory. There are two guards standing beside one make-shift metal door. It looks like someone just stuck a piece of clunky metal in between a tight space and called it a door. Its really just a bunch of scrap thrown together. Sheet metal, mostly. Only half of the "door" truly opens. Now that you think of it, Saul can be pretty half-witted at times. Anyone can pretty much break in at any time and steal weapons if they really wanted to.
One of the guards acknowledges you, and asks you a question.
"Looking for something?" His voice is very scratchy, as if he yells 24/7. Who knows, he may have been any type of military if so, he definitely looks like it. He is 6'3", and wears steel-toed boots, camouflaged pants, a bullet proof jacket, and a tank top under that. His bare arms are showing, and they are large. The other guard is much scrawnier than the guard that spoke to you, but he is still holding a deadly Mp 5 sub-machine gun. The suspicious looking giant in front of you speaking is carrying a weird type of Light Machine Gun. It looks like it was built using spare parts from other guns... you aren't sure of what it is called. Does it even work? Maybe its just to intimidate. Anyways, you should probably respond.
