[Center][h1][b][i][color=gray][center]Alex Ramsey[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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Location: Paradiso Gym
Skills: None[/center]

[color=gray]"Okay, the first people who die in these sorts of things are either lazy, fat, or old,"[/color] Alex said, lying over the roof of the building. He had one arm sprawled out and the other over his chest; one of his legs was half-risen, with the other thrown over the cold concrete of the building. He had managed to exchange some fish he had obtained for a can of soda, which was left crushed beside him.

[color=gray]"Too bad I'm one of those things."[/color] He said with a bit of sarcasm.

At the same time, Alex's mind was racing with ideas and plans; perhaps he needed to gain some proper skills, though his knowledge of weapons could help the survivors at some point. The thing was, he needed a master, a sensei, to guide him through the apocalypse and turn him into a surviving machine.

[color=gray]"But how?"[/color] Alex said out loud. He stood up and decided to get back to the ground. Luckily, he had made a makeshift ladder using the trash container outside the gym and some wooden boxes he had found. After slowly descending, he reached the ground

Alex walked close to a group of survivors, most of whom seemed confused. It was clear that finding an acknowledgeable person here would be difficult, so perhaps he could start by asking the people in charge of the small resort.