[b][centre]Lucius Fairfax[/b][/centre]

Lucius stood at the large daunting gates, looking out into the wilderness ahead. His rucksack straps dug into his shoulders, his polished machete sat holstered on his belt, and his left hand gripped his shield tightly. The gate guards all stared at him with cold eyes, waiting for him to leave so they could close the gate back up. He looked around and could see some citizens whispering and pointing, their faces showing more concern than anything else. He had the urge to explain to the familiar faces what was happening and to say goodbyes, if only to delay his departure. That was clearly not an option though. “Mr. Fairfax if you do not leave immediately we are under orders to fire upon you!” stated a guard in a rather matter-of-fact way, as if Lucius’ life held absolutely no value. 

With a sigh Lucius marched out of the gates and into the big wide desolate world. He did not look back nor let his pace drop, even when he heard the large gates close behind him. This was the first time he had left the zone in years and now there was no squad or team at his side. He was alone… and it was the worst pain he had felt in years. Even at just a few hundred yards away. He felt his insides tense and twist nervously whilst his tear ducts began to swell. He knew he was being weak though, and thus with a grunt he buried his emotions and continued forward.

His task was the most important thing now. This murderer in the East. It had been seventeen years since the world went to shit, but before that Lucius had been a detective and a damn good one. Hunting down murderers and criminals was what he was best at even if his skills had been dormant for so long. The trail would be hard to follow though. He had little to no leads, no support, little knowledge of the east, and was technically banished from DERB outposts. He would need to track down some old friends at one point but for now he needed to head to some shit-pit called ‘Asylum’.