Name: William Reese

Gender: Male

Age: 32

Appearance: William keeps a lean figure; he has average muscle mass and a face with sharp, angular features. His brown hair is cut short and is becoming natty, his stubble is coming in thicker in the four weeks since the outbreak. He wears a pair of thick-rimmed glasses on his face. He wears a checked brown sweater vest with a stained off-white shirt underneath, the sleeves of which he keeps rolled up; above this he wears a black windbreaker. He wears khaki trousers and a pair of brown loafers. Strapped over his shoulders is a leather satchel, it has a lanyard attached made of those little cube beads with letters on them that reads, “DADDY.” His back pocket bulges with what is presumably a wallet; on his left wrist is a silver watch that still ticks. On his left hand he wears a gold wedding band and his right trouser pocket bulges with a now-dead cell phone.

Medical Ailments: None.

Nationality: American (Virginian)

Occupation: American History Teacher

Four Week History: William’s high school class was on an annual field trip to the nation’s capital when the outbreak struck in Georgia. A state of emergency was called and people began to flee the cities, panicking for the nearest beacons of hope - airports and docks naturally. William ran around his hotel room, nervously packing in any and everything he’d need. There’d be no telling how soon he’d get home.

William followed the crowd towards Dulles. He took a taxi, the driver of which was all-too-happy to get out of there. However, on their way to Dulles, they got stopped dead in their tracks in traffic. They waited an hour, two hours, three hours. Problem is, this traffic was never letting up. They spent the night in the car and when they woke up - nothing. No movement in the traffic. So, they set out on foot. They walked, ten or twelve hours a day down the stretch of highway. Whenever they stopped, they piled into a stranger’s car and spent the night.

Three days passed before they arrived; people were already piling up outside the terminal. Days passed, but the National Guard held firm, nobody goes in and nobody gets out. They handed out canned goods and water to the refugees in the parking lots, but nonetheless tensions rose between the ever-growing horde of hungry refugees and the National Guardsmen. During this time, Reese met the members of his group in the parking lot of Dulles International, what happened after is common knowledge.

Items of Interest[list]
[i]Food[/i]
[*]2x Water Bottles (Full)
[*]3x Canned Meats
[*]1x Bottle of Scotch

[i]Miscellaneous[/i]
[*]1x Map of D.C.
[*]3x Rolls-worth of Toilet Paper
[*]3x Extra Pairs of Socks
[*]1x Zippo Lighter
[*]1x Small Journal
[*]2x Mechanical Pencils
[*]1x Ballpoint Pen[/list]

Weapons: A rather sturdy stick