[center]Name: 
Garret Mercer

Gender: 
Male

Age:
29

Appearance: 
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Medical Ailments: 
Hemophiliac (If you don't know what a hemophiliac is here is a summary: "Oww, I cut my palm" *Bleeds out and dies*)

Nationality: 
Canadian

Occupation: 
Dance Instructor

Four Week History: 
Four weeks ago was the time Garret found himself stuck. Stuck not knowing, seeing but never confirming. Four weeks ago was the time where Garret was sealed in among fourteen other people, all huddled together for days. Oh, oh so many days he had been down in that bunker, a bunker where the only person he found comfort in was his father who had abandoned Garret and his mother when Garret was only ten years old. However, his father's rationale had been correct. You see his father had been what most would call... a radical. He'd secretly stolen money from Garret's education plan simply to buy canned food and construct an underground shelter for when "The Apocalypse" arrived. Garret's mother had only dismissed it as a foolish past time until it evolved into an obsession. Afterwards, Garret's father heard about the new disease that had been found in Somalia, kidnapped his now-adult son, and hunkered down with thirteen of his closest "colleagues"

However, it turned out that Garret's education plan hadn't proved to have earned them enough food, and when everything fell short only twenty days prior to today, that was when people began to die of starvation. It took only eight days for 6 people to die. Then, in two more days 3 people died. That was the point when madness consumed the survivors. On that night the dead began to pound on the door, and as Garret and four other curled, waiting for it to end- one person acted differently she stood, staring at the door, tears running down her face. At that moment she smiled, lunging at the door. "Dear, I knew you were alive," she said as her neck was ripped open, madness numbing any pain she would have otherwise felt. 

Everyone either fled or died. Garret had no way of knowing whether his father made it out alive, nor did he care. For nineteen days he eluded the dead, moving from house to house, rummaging whatever he could find. He avoided taking any risks, staying away from anything that was sharp out of fear that he would prick his finger and bleed out. However, he had completely bled the residential area dry, and now that his supplies are running low he needs to take those risks that he'd strayed away from. If he avoided those risks any longer he would surely die a meaningless death in this hellhole.


Items of Interest:

-Half empty 2L water backpack

-A plastic baggy with one hemophiliac pill

-A bunsen burner(No gasoline however)

-A pot

-A laser pointer

-1/4 container of peanut butter

-2 Firecrackers

Weapons:

-Sledgehammer
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