Race(Human/Ghoul/Supermutant/Android)-Human Ethnicity(Caucasian/African American/Asian/Etc.)-Caucasian Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)-A man of thirty-two, Jeff looks to be in his late twenties, having rather young features. He doesn't lack in the occasional age-wrinkles, including a frown wrinkle, that crop up around his complexion. Jeff is a who stands tall at six-foot three, possessing a rather average build, albeit bulky. Due to manual labor, Jeff's body is muscular, though not to an extreme. He has broad-shoulders and toned muscles throughout his body. As for the facial region, Jeff has defined features such as pronounced cheek bones and a strong jaw. His eyes are an interesting shade of hazel, inherited from his Mother, though most of his looks stem from his Father. Jeff's hair is an unkempt, short dark blonde, swept up in the front. Facial hair includes a slight chin scruff that matches his hair color.
Clothing-Jeff typically wears a slightly modified reinforced leather armor. He has mounted a Rifle Holster to the back of the armor and a waist Holster. Personality(Characteristics)-Jeff is a charismatic man with an upbeat attitude. He's rather optimistic and has somewhat unrealistic expectations that often endanger him. He can be really funny as he posses a rare, sarcastic sense of humor which often makes people laugh. Cunning at the very most, Jeff is a sneaky, quick-thinker who often gets away with stuff. In total, Jeff's a playful and compassionate man.
Karma(Good, Neutral, Evil)-Neutral, borderline good Biography-TBA
Vault Dweller(Yes/No)-No
Faction(Optional)-TBA
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.(You have 44 Points, Special stands for Strength, Perception, Endurance, Charisma, Intelligence, Agility, Luck, max points in one skill set is ten)-Bleh, done with this system
City/Location-New Vegas, Nevada
Inventory(11 Items or Less)-9mm Pistol with five clips, Hunting Gun with two cartridges of ammo, Combat Knife
Name-Robert 'Rob' Bryan Age(Between 15 & 45)-45 Gender(Male/Female/Both)-Male Ethnicity(Caucasian/African-American/Asian/Etc.)-Caucasian(Italian-American Ancestry) Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)-Robert is a fairly intimidating man, standing tall at around six-foot four. He's a bulky and barrel-chested man with a muscular build. Though, due to a slightly unhealthy life-style, Robert developed a beer belly and is slightly overweight. His face is a reflection of his age, having a fairly sunken, muscular face; Robert is easily classified as a meat head. With balding, brown hair, and age-wrinkles, it's evident that Robert is a brown-eyed, middle-aged man. Clothing-Typically wearing age appropriate clothing, Robert wears simple clothes such as a short-sleeve, red button up shirt with a plain black t-shirt underneath, worn work jeans, brown work boots, and a golden wristwatch. On occasions, he wears a black, hood-less jacket. A separate addition to his attire includes a holster and knife belt. Personality(Characteristics)-Fairly average, Robert is a kind-hearted man with good intentions. Though he doesn't see himself as an angel, Robert often goes out of his way to make morally-right decisions that benefit him and his family. He's not afraid to admit that he's not a saint, and is deeply troubled by his experiences in the war. Being a former alcoholic and chain-smoker, Robert is an unhealthy man driven to right his wrongs. He's an intelligent man, a survivor, and quite cunning. Besides his bad temper, Robert is relatively calm-headed, he tends to keep his cool in life-threatening situations and has common survival knowledge. He works in a group-mentality, but prefers to be in charge. Biography-Born originally in New Hampshire, Robert had a fairly average upbringing. He played sports, primarily football as a line-man for his size. At the age of eighteen, Robert enlisted in the U.S. Army. It was later on that he fought in the Gulf War in the 31st Division. He was promoted before being wounded-in-action. Sent home with a slight limp and back problem, Robert had difficulties returning to his average life. He escaped depression, unlike many other soldiers, but faced mild anxiety. Eventually he learned to get over this around the time he met his future wife in 1996. Three years later, Robert would be married to his wife, Helen, whom he'd conceive a daughter with. In the time between 1990 and the early two-thousands, Robert worked as a carpenter before getting a well-paying job at a auto-mobile factory in 1999. He stuck with this job up until the apocalypse. Prior to the apocalypse, Robert had gained another daughter in 2003. Rob had lived a fairly average life as a family-man. He devoted most of his time to raising his younger daughter, Annabelle(Anna), and his oldest, Stephanie. City/Location-Upstate, New York Inventory(11 Items or Less) 1. Favorited .44 Magnum Long-Barrel Revolver with twelve rounds. 2. U.S. Army standard Beretta 9mm Handgun with three clips of ammo. 3. U.S. Army Bowie Knife. 4. Food Rations. 5. Army Water Canteen. 6. Sleeping bag. 7. Picture of family. 8. Med-Kit. All Items are carried in a backpack. Theme Song- Other-Walkers
Name-Helen Bryan(Formerly Buadin) Age-44 Gender-Female Ethnicity-Caucasian(French-American Ancestry) Appearance-A short, five-foot five woman of petite and defined features, Helen is fairly average looking despite her age-wrinkles. She has short, light-brown hair, and green eyes. Personality-Helen is a somewhat strict and fairly intelligent woman. She's cunning and quick to make a decision. She strives to be a good Mother and wife. Back-story-Helen was born in Upstate New York. Nothing else is miraculous about her. Inventory-Butcher Knife, Family Picture, Toothpaste and Toothbrush
Name-Annabelle 'Anna' Bryan Age-10 Gender-Female Ethnicity-Caucasian(Italian-American) Appearance-Anna is a short, petite little girl, standing around four foot seven. She takes after her Mother more than her Father, possessing defined, petite features. Her eyes are large and green, and her hair is a curly light-brown. Clothing-Anna wears a plain grey-hoodie over a blue graphic long-sleeve shirt with jeans and brown ugs. Personality-Being young, Anna is very naive. Kind and caring, Anna is very trusting and often influences her Dad's decisions. Back-story-Born in Upstate New York to Robert and Helen. Inventory-Teddy Bear, Story book, Flashlight
Name-Stephanie Bryan Age-14 Gender-Female Ethnicity-Caucasian Appearance-Stephanie is a developed teenager with features similar to her fathers. She stands at five foot six and has a more muscular build. Clothing-Stephanie wears a white v-neck underneath a black north face jacket, skinny jeans, and a pair of grey converses. Personality-Stephanie is a rather open and friendly girl. She acts like a tom-boy, but still retains her girliness. Back-story-Born in Upstate New York to Robert and Helen. Inventory-Aluminum Baseball bat, Flashlight, Switchblade
"No Happy Endings" Charles, -"I- His voice is cut off by her disappearing into the desert. His eyes stare off into the sand storm that sweeps away any existence of Robyn. Charles wanted to yell out with all his might, call her back, he wanted to see her one last time, feel her presence, words could not express the emotions that flooded his mind as he felt himself slipping, slipping away from everything. He feels the slowness of his heart as it's heavy pounding becomes strained. The Dark Ones are all but shocked and confused that they pay little attention to Charles as they rant on amoungst each other. They debate over going after Robyn, who would be next in charge. Charles was separate from them, he only focused on what was happening to him. Bullet holes ran up his body, blood stained his clothing, and even still, more blood continued to fluctuate away from him, out of him. A single tear emerges from his eye as he realizes what is happening... He was dying.
Focusing on his memories, Charles recounts many things from his life. From his upbringing to his encounter with Robyn. He primarily remembered the good moments with Robyn. Slowly, it becomes harder and harder for Charles to process a thought. His eyes slowly blink in the warm sunlight as he takes in what he recognizes as the last few images of life before he's plunged into eternal sleep.
Charles had never questioned whether or not there was a 'God'. In fact, he was mostly mute to religion, paying little mind to it. Sure, he'd considered himself agnostic, though he was foreign to the term, Charles had a basic understanding of what he believed. However, it was scary to him, facing the unknown, never knowing if there is or isn't a superior being. He feared eternal darkness, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, being nothing forever, never returning to what he dearly enjoyed. All the work he'd done would ultimately amount to nothing. This is what he truly feared.
Charles takes his last few breaths, his body goes numb, feeling is lost and it's hard for him to move anything, even his eyelids. All he can do is wait until the inevitable. Slowly, his eyes cloud over, forcing him into darkness. He tries desperately to open his eyes one last time, but the feeling is lost, as though his eyes were glued shut. The last gust of air enters his nose as he breathes his last breath. Suddenly, all is lost, just as quickly as he'd lived, the last ounce of Charles' life was extinguished. He died young.
Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)-Standing around roughly six-feet, Aaron is a tall, bulky man. He's somewhat muscular due to near constant conditioning in the Marines. His body consists of lean, toned muscles, broad-shoulders, and a barrel chest. As for the facial region, Aaron has defined features, being a handsome looking man. His eyes are a shade of blue, hair a buzz-cut dark brown, and faint stubble accompanying his face. Aaron's skin is a callused tan from the manual work he does(and did). In total, Aaron is an average looking man. Clothing-Aaron wears average, modern clothing consisting of a grey USMC short sleeve t-shirt, work jeans, work boots, and a modern leather jacket. Accessories include a silver wrist-watch and his dog-tags which he conceals beneath his shirt.
Personality(Characteristics)-Tormented by his experiences in war, Aaron is mentally damaged since his tour in Somalia around 2000. Having developed PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder), Aaron experiences mild anxiety attacks which plagues his everyday life with guilt and depression. Despite this, Aaron maintains a relatively average social-life. He's somewhat cynical since his experiences and is therefore a realist, but he doesn't let this set him back as he is open-minded. Emotionally, Aaron lacks in coping with his problems, blaming his issues on his incapability to overcome his fears. And although he lives an unbalanced life of emotional and mental stress, he's somehow able to process situations with ease, giving him a mental edge. He's cunning and quick to make an important decision. Despite being a slight sociopath, he has strong morals which impact his choices.
Biography-Born and raised in New York State, Aaron had an average upbringing. Being the oldest of three children, Aaron was often the caretaker of his two sisters. At an early age, Aaron had developed an interest in sports, his interest soon turned to him participating in wrestling and being a running back in football. In school, Aaron had maintained average grades. At the age of eighteen, Aaron had enlisted in the U.S. Marines in 1995 for personal reasons. He spent five years as a Marine on tour in Somalia, Africa. During his fifth year, Aaron's company was ambushed by Somalian Rebels. Aaron was left the sole-survivor of this incident, and though he escaped with his life, he was mortally wounded, left with a permanent limp. Awarded with the silver star and honorably discharged, Aaron was sent back home to New York in 2000. For a total of thirteen years, Aaron spent his time working as a carpenter, remodeling homes and building things. He occupied an apartment in Poughkeepsie, New York.
City/Location-Upstate New York
Inventory(11 Items or Less)- 1. Standard Marine M9 Beretta with five clips of ammo. 2. Marine Water Canteen. 3. Standard Marine Combat Knife 4. First-Aid Kit 5. Flashlight 6. Sleeping Bag 7. Toothbrush and Toothpaste 8. Books
"Book Court Bookstore" John and Kate, Brooklyn, New York, A subtle dullness had presided over Brooklyn that day. As John had noticed; it was unusually quiet, barely anyone walked the side-walks and traffic was at a low. John eases his car into a parking space near the front of the bookstore. Before getting out of the car, he waited for Kate to check her hair and makeup. Opening the car door; a swift breeze overcomes John, he was glad he wore a sweatshirt, however he still shivered at the morning chill. Making their way inside the bookstore, the two are greeted with a small ringing noise from an entrance bell. Warmth from an air-conditioner cascaded over John and Kate as they relaxed. The smell of brewing coffee and aged paper drifted towards John's nose as his eyes wandered the small and quaint store. Very few people wandered the isles of books, making the store easy to navigate around. Clasping Kate's small, soft hand, John is led towards the "Horror Stories" section. Gazing at the plethora of horror genres; John's eyes stop at the zombies genre. Smiling, John's attention skips to the titles of each book. "Rise of the Dead", "The Forest of Hands and Teeth", "World War Z", and other books detailing the resurrection of the undead. Kate grabs John's attention towards the Stephen King books; she had a strong, profound interest in Stephen King, being that she was a major fan of his.
"The Beginning of the End" John, Kate, Chris, and Greg Brooklyn, New York, The sound of the news casters voice echoed throughout John's head as he was blindly wrapped in her words. "World-Wide Pandemic", "Is this the next Plague", and other warnings. It seemed funny to John how easily people freaked out over little things. He thought to himself that this was nothing more than the next Swine Flu outbreak, but yet there was still some uncertainty that intertwined him as the hours slipped away. John paid little attention to his surroundings as Greg had emerged from the second floor, dressed in a plain blue t-shirt, work jeans, and work boots. He'd forgotten to shave, and thus he looked scruffy. Coughing, Greg grabs his wallet and car keys as he heads for the door.
-"See ya tonight John, I'll be home late." Greg announces as he swings open the front door and advances down the stairs. -"Alright." John calls after him.
John's eye wonder a little, focusing on his surroundings. His eyes drifted to the windows, gazing out towards the streets. Fascinated by the quietness of the neighborhood; John sits still, fixating on the window. Little does John notice the going on's of the apartment until Kate nudges his arm.
-"Yes babe?" John says; his eyes still gazing out the window. -"I just wanted to know if you'd like to go to BookCourt today." -"Babe, I have a Kindle you can use." John says, focusing his attention to her. -"You know how I am, I like paperbacks." She says with a faint smile. -"Well, alright, here, I'll go get ready then we'll leave, okay?" John announces. -"Sounds good." Kate says smiling.
Getting up from his placement on the couch, John plants a kiss on Kate's forehead as he slowly advances towards the stairs.
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Gender(Male/Female/Both)-Male
Ethnicity(Caucasian/African American/Asian/Etc.)-Caucasian
Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)-A man of thirty-two, Jeff looks to be in his late twenties, having rather young features. He doesn't lack in the occasional age-wrinkles, including a frown wrinkle, that crop up around his complexion. Jeff is a who stands tall at six-foot three, possessing a rather average build, albeit bulky. Due to manual labor, Jeff's body is muscular, though not to an extreme. He has broad-shoulders and toned muscles throughout his body. As for the facial region, Jeff has defined features such as pronounced cheek bones and a strong jaw. His eyes are an interesting shade of hazel, inherited from his Mother, though most of his looks stem from his Father. Jeff's hair is an unkempt, short dark blonde, swept up in the front. Facial hair includes a slight chin scruff that matches his hair color.
Clothing-Jeff typically wears a slightly modified reinforced leather armor. He has mounted a Rifle Holster to the back of the armor and a waist Holster.
Personality(Characteristics)-Jeff is a charismatic man with an upbeat attitude. He's rather optimistic and has somewhat unrealistic expectations that often endanger him. He can be really funny as he posses a rare, sarcastic sense of humor which often makes people laugh. Cunning at the very most, Jeff is a sneaky, quick-thinker who often gets away with stuff. In total, Jeff's a playful and compassionate man.
Biography-TBA
Inventory(11 Items or Less)-9mm Pistol with five clips, Hunting Gun with two cartridges of ammo, Combat Knife
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Age(Between 15 & 45)-45
Gender(Male/Female/Both)-Male
Ethnicity(Caucasian/African-American/Asian/Etc.)-Caucasian(Italian-American Ancestry)
Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)-Robert is a fairly intimidating man, standing tall at around six-foot four. He's a bulky and barrel-chested man with a muscular build. Though, due to a slightly unhealthy life-style, Robert developed a beer belly and is slightly overweight. His face is a reflection of his age, having a fairly sunken, muscular face; Robert is easily classified as a meat head. With balding, brown hair, and age-wrinkles, it's evident that Robert is a brown-eyed, middle-aged man.
Clothing-Typically wearing age appropriate clothing, Robert wears simple clothes such as a short-sleeve, red button up shirt with a plain black t-shirt underneath, worn work jeans, brown work boots, and a golden wristwatch. On occasions, he wears a black, hood-less jacket. A separate addition to his attire includes a holster and knife belt.
Personality(Characteristics)-Fairly average, Robert is a kind-hearted man with good intentions. Though he doesn't see himself as an angel, Robert often goes out of his way to make morally-right decisions that benefit him and his family. He's not afraid to admit that he's not a saint, and is deeply troubled by his experiences in the war. Being a former alcoholic and chain-smoker, Robert is an unhealthy man driven to right his wrongs. He's an intelligent man, a survivor, and quite cunning. Besides his bad temper, Robert is relatively calm-headed, he tends to keep his cool in life-threatening situations and has common survival knowledge. He works in a group-mentality, but prefers to be in charge.
Biography-Born originally in New Hampshire, Robert had a fairly average upbringing. He played sports, primarily football as a line-man for his size. At the age of eighteen, Robert enlisted in the U.S. Army. It was later on that he fought in the Gulf War in the 31st Division. He was promoted before being wounded-in-action. Sent home with a slight limp and back problem, Robert had difficulties returning to his average life. He escaped depression, unlike many other soldiers, but faced mild anxiety. Eventually he learned to get over this around the time he met his future wife in 1996. Three years later, Robert would be married to his wife, Helen, whom he'd conceive a daughter with. In the time between 1990 and the early two-thousands, Robert worked as a carpenter before getting a well-paying job at a auto-mobile factory in 1999. He stuck with this job up until the apocalypse. Prior to the apocalypse, Robert had gained another daughter in 2003. Rob had lived a fairly average life as a family-man. He devoted most of his time to raising his younger daughter, Annabelle(Anna), and his oldest, Stephanie.
City/Location-Upstate, New York
Inventory(11 Items or Less)
1. Favorited .44 Magnum Long-Barrel Revolver with twelve rounds.
2. U.S. Army standard Beretta 9mm Handgun with three clips of ammo.
3. U.S. Army Bowie Knife.
4. Food Rations.
5. Army Water Canteen.
6. Sleeping bag.
7. Picture of family.
8. Med-Kit.
All Items are carried in a backpack.
Theme Song-
Other-Walkers
Name-Helen Bryan(Formerly Buadin)
Age-44
Gender-Female
Ethnicity-Caucasian(French-American Ancestry)
Appearance-A short, five-foot five woman of petite and defined features, Helen is fairly average looking despite her age-wrinkles. She has short, light-brown hair, and green eyes.
Personality-Helen is a somewhat strict and fairly intelligent woman. She's cunning and quick to make a decision. She strives to be a good Mother and wife.
Back-story-Helen was born in Upstate New York. Nothing else is miraculous about her.
Inventory-Butcher Knife, Family Picture, Toothpaste and Toothbrush
Name-Annabelle 'Anna' Bryan
Age-10
Gender-Female
Ethnicity-Caucasian(Italian-American)
Appearance-Anna is a short, petite little girl, standing around four foot seven. She takes after her Mother more than her Father, possessing defined, petite features. Her eyes are large and green, and her hair is a curly light-brown.
Clothing-Anna wears a plain grey-hoodie over a blue graphic long-sleeve shirt with jeans and brown ugs.
Personality-Being young, Anna is very naive. Kind and caring, Anna is very trusting and often influences her Dad's decisions.
Back-story-Born in Upstate New York to Robert and Helen.
Inventory-Teddy Bear, Story book, Flashlight
Name-Stephanie Bryan
Age-14
Gender-Female
Ethnicity-Caucasian
Appearance-Stephanie is a developed teenager with features similar to her fathers. She stands at five foot six and has a more muscular build.
Clothing-Stephanie wears a white v-neck underneath a black north face jacket, skinny jeans, and a pair of grey converses.
Personality-Stephanie is a rather open and friendly girl. She acts like a tom-boy, but still retains her girliness.
Back-story-Born in Upstate New York to Robert and Helen.
Inventory-Aluminum Baseball bat, Flashlight, Switchblade
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Charles,
-"I- His voice is cut off by her disappearing into the desert.
His eyes stare off into the sand storm that sweeps away any existence of Robyn. Charles wanted to yell out with all his might, call her back, he wanted to see her one last time, feel her presence, words could not express the emotions that flooded his mind as he felt himself slipping, slipping away from everything. He feels the slowness of his heart as it's heavy pounding becomes strained. The Dark Ones are all but shocked and confused that they pay little attention to Charles as they rant on amoungst each other. They debate over going after Robyn, who would be next in charge. Charles was separate from them, he only focused on what was happening to him. Bullet holes ran up his body, blood stained his clothing, and even still, more blood continued to fluctuate away from him, out of him. A single tear emerges from his eye as he realizes what is happening... He was dying.
Focusing on his memories, Charles recounts many things from his life. From his upbringing to his encounter with Robyn. He primarily remembered the good moments with Robyn. Slowly, it becomes harder and harder for Charles to process a thought. His eyes slowly blink in the warm sunlight as he takes in what he recognizes as the last few images of life before he's plunged into eternal sleep.
Charles had never questioned whether or not there was a 'God'. In fact, he was mostly mute to religion, paying little mind to it. Sure, he'd considered himself agnostic, though he was foreign to the term, Charles had a basic understanding of what he believed. However, it was scary to him, facing the unknown, never knowing if there is or isn't a superior being. He feared eternal darkness, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, being nothing forever, never returning to what he dearly enjoyed. All the work he'd done would ultimately amount to nothing. This is what he truly feared.
Charles takes his last few breaths, his body goes numb, feeling is lost and it's hard for him to move anything, even his eyelids. All he can do is wait until the inevitable. Slowly, his eyes cloud over, forcing him into darkness. He tries desperately to open his eyes one last time, but the feeling is lost, as though his eyes were glued shut. The last gust of air enters his nose as he breathes his last breath. Suddenly, all is lost, just as quickly as he'd lived, the last ounce of Charles' life was extinguished. He died young.
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Age(Between 15 & 45)-36
Gender(Male/Female/Both)-Male
Ethnicity(Caucasian/African-American/Asian/Etc.)-Caucasian(French-American Ancestry)
Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)-Standing around roughly six-feet, Aaron is a tall, bulky man. He's somewhat muscular due to near constant conditioning in the Marines. His body consists of lean, toned muscles, broad-shoulders, and a barrel chest. As for the facial region, Aaron has defined features, being a handsome looking man. His eyes are a shade of blue, hair a buzz-cut dark brown, and faint stubble accompanying his face. Aaron's skin is a callused tan from the manual work he does(and did). In total, Aaron is an average looking man.
Clothing-Aaron wears average, modern clothing consisting of a grey USMC short sleeve t-shirt, work jeans, work boots, and a modern leather jacket. Accessories include a silver wrist-watch and his dog-tags which he conceals beneath his shirt.
Personality(Characteristics)-Tormented by his experiences in war, Aaron is mentally damaged since his tour in Somalia around 2000. Having developed PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder), Aaron experiences mild anxiety attacks which plagues his everyday life with guilt and depression. Despite this, Aaron maintains a relatively average social-life. He's somewhat cynical since his experiences and is therefore a realist, but he doesn't let this set him back as he is open-minded. Emotionally, Aaron lacks in coping with his problems, blaming his issues on his incapability to overcome his fears. And although he lives an unbalanced life of emotional and mental stress, he's somehow able to process situations with ease, giving him a mental edge. He's cunning and quick to make an important decision. Despite being a slight sociopath, he has strong morals which impact his choices.
Biography-Born and raised in New York State, Aaron had an average upbringing. Being the oldest of three children, Aaron was often the caretaker of his two sisters. At an early age, Aaron had developed an interest in sports, his interest soon turned to him participating in wrestling and being a running back in football. In school, Aaron had maintained average grades. At the age of eighteen, Aaron had enlisted in the U.S. Marines in 1995 for personal reasons. He spent five years as a Marine on tour in Somalia, Africa. During his fifth year, Aaron's company was ambushed by Somalian Rebels. Aaron was left the sole-survivor of this incident, and though he escaped with his life, he was mortally wounded, left with a permanent limp. Awarded with the silver star and honorably discharged, Aaron was sent back home to New York in 2000. For a total of thirteen years, Aaron spent his time working as a carpenter, remodeling homes and building things. He occupied an apartment in Poughkeepsie, New York.
City/Location-Upstate New York
Inventory(11 Items or Less)-
1. Standard Marine M9 Beretta with five clips of ammo.
2. Marine Water Canteen.
3. Standard Marine Combat Knife
4. First-Aid Kit
5. Flashlight
6. Sleeping Bag
7. Toothbrush and Toothpaste
8. Books
Theme Song-
Other-Walkers
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John and Kate,
Brooklyn, New York,
A subtle dullness had presided over Brooklyn that day. As John had noticed; it was unusually quiet, barely anyone walked the side-walks and traffic was at a low. John eases his car into a parking space near the front of the bookstore. Before getting out of the car, he waited for Kate to check her hair and makeup. Opening the car door; a swift breeze overcomes John, he was glad he wore a sweatshirt, however he still shivered at the morning chill. Making their way inside the bookstore, the two are greeted with a small ringing noise from an entrance bell. Warmth from an air-conditioner cascaded over John and Kate as they relaxed. The smell of brewing coffee and aged paper drifted towards John's nose as his eyes wandered the small and quaint store. Very few people wandered the isles of books, making the store easy to navigate around. Clasping Kate's small, soft hand, John is led towards the "Horror Stories" section. Gazing at the plethora of horror genres; John's eyes stop at the zombies genre. Smiling, John's attention skips to the titles of each book. "Rise of the Dead", "The Forest of Hands and Teeth", "World War Z", and other books detailing the resurrection of the undead. Kate grabs John's attention towards the Stephen King books; she had a strong, profound interest in Stephen King, being that she was a major fan of his.
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John, Kate, Chris, and Greg
Brooklyn, New York,
The sound of the news casters voice echoed throughout John's head as he was blindly wrapped in her words. "World-Wide Pandemic", "Is this the next Plague", and other warnings. It seemed funny to John how easily people freaked out over little things. He thought to himself that this was nothing more than the next Swine Flu outbreak, but yet there was still some uncertainty that intertwined him as the hours slipped away. John paid little attention to his surroundings as Greg had emerged from the second floor, dressed in a plain blue t-shirt, work jeans, and work boots. He'd forgotten to shave, and thus he looked scruffy. Coughing, Greg grabs his wallet and car keys as he heads for the door.
-"See ya tonight John, I'll be home late." Greg announces as he swings open the front door and advances down the stairs.
-"Alright." John calls after him.
John's eye wonder a little, focusing on his surroundings. His eyes drifted to the windows, gazing out towards the streets. Fascinated by the quietness of the neighborhood; John sits still, fixating on the window. Little does John notice the going on's of the apartment until Kate nudges his arm.
-"Yes babe?" John says; his eyes still gazing out the window.
-"I just wanted to know if you'd like to go to BookCourt today."
-"Babe, I have a Kindle you can use." John says, focusing his attention to her.
-"You know how I am, I like paperbacks." She says with a faint smile.
-"Well, alright, here, I'll go get ready then we'll leave, okay?" John announces.
-"Sounds good." Kate says smiling.
Getting up from his placement on the couch, John plants a kiss on Kate's forehead as he slowly advances towards the stairs.
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