Name: Jericho Williams
Age: 26
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Clothing: black leather jacket with a white shirt under, boots, jeans, sunglasses, bandana. Fingerless gloves.
Items: Swiss army knife( in a boot) , golden watch.
(Small Backpack: Wrench, Screw Driver, Hammer, Flashlight, 1 Canned Food, 2 Bottled Water, Sleep Roll)
Right Hand:
Left Hand:
Just to clerify, Henry wasn't hit. The sound of pain came from the room that Samuel and Liz were in. It was a male voice though, which narrows it down to Samuel. Also, you're feeling slightly hungry and thirsty, but its not much of a concern, especially in a situation like this.
I grab Henry and throw him behind me, while extracting my knife and keeping
a throwing stance. I'l make sure that we are behind cover too.
Since Henry isn't the one hurt, you both continue to crawl forward to the room that Liz and Samuel were in, making sure that the person shooting through the window doesn't have a clear shot on you two. Eventually, you both make it to the room after several more shots are fired.
Samuel lets out several more shouts of pain as you both enter the room. Liz grabs a surgical table that was lying on the floor, and pushes it up against the window. She holds it there as Henry catches on and tries to fetch something to hold the steel table up to the window.
As they sort that situation out, you tend to Samuel. He has a gunshot wound in his left shoulder. The bullet hole is very small, but it appears to have penetrated deep into the skin. Some of the other bullets that missed are lying on the floor.
"He's firing hollow-point rounds." you inform.
"Good, so that ******* can't shoot through the steel and walls!" Liz loudly replies.
Bullets are still being fired as Liz and Henry finally barricade the window properly with the steel table and with other pieces of medical equipment. Then, they both quickly run over to Samuel to try to assist.
"Do we have anything medical at all?" Liz asks frantically.
"Only pills." Henry says, taking off his pack to reach inside. "Wait -- no... no..."
"Well?" Liz asks.
Henry whispers under his breath. "No... dammit."
"Do you have them or not?" Liz asks, her voice coarse and still raised.
"I left them back on the second floor... in the second room... I was gonna..."
Samuel lets out another scream of pain as Liz tries to apply pressure.
"Come on, Henry! I don't know how to do this!" she screams.
Henry quickly tries to help, but he hasn't the first clue on how to assist.
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Name: John Hampton
Age: 18
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Clothing: Black hoodie, black jeans, black Nike shoes
Items:
Right Hand: 6" Kitchen Knife
Left Hand:
I knock on the bathroom door. She could just be taking care of her business.
You knock, but there is no answer.
Then, there is a banging on the door. A male voice is heard soon after, but it is too faint and mumbled to understand.
The banging gets louder and louder, until it becomes a full fledged breaching project. The door won't hold long.