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Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure.
5 yrs ago
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Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure.
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5 yrs ago
Finally got into D&D. Now I feel trapped and I am in love. Should I ask for help or ask where I can get more dice?
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5 yrs ago
Breaks ups are weird. Not sure how to feel about the other person, or about yourself. It hurts for sure, but it's weird and uncomfortable just how different things seem now.
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5 yrs ago
I get that dude. Could be one of those days, in the smae boat myself. Hope you're doing better soon though!
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5 yrs ago
It's an ass kick ass world out there. And all we can do about it is keep kicking ass .
Bio
Welcome to my profile! I decided I needed to update this, and I don't have much for updating... Only in a single role-play right now, so far it's going really well!
God it felt so good to sit down, even when the world ended, it was hard not to appreciate the little things. Because you never knew when they might end. Then the wind picked up, and it had ended. "Go figure." Manny said as he stood up no longer enjoying the little victory of a chair. Out of what seemed like nowhere the wind had spiked up to insane levels, Manny at first wondered if a hurricane had come though and started ripping the place apart?! Then again, this seemed not quite as bad, could be the edge of one though. That made Manny upset a little, but that was worry for later. For now, they needed to get inside. Once on his feet Manny grabbed Alexander and helped him inside with one arm, while his other arm gripped his shotgun. The house was not cleared yet so he needed to be ready for quick action.
Once inside Manny noticed a few things, the first being that this house seems like it was never properly moved into, or maybe was getting bug bombed. Either way, there is a high chance that there were no supplies here. The next thing he noticed was that Thana's face was bleeding, most likely from the debris that was starting to fly around. While setting Alexander down he tried to get Thana's attention. "Hey, Thana. Make sure you clean that, if you don't chances are it will get infected." He knew the chances were high actually, at least compared to most things that can cut people. Debris that was on ground, then in the air, when air quality was diminished by the dirt and sand being uplifted and god knows what else. "Once the house is cleared get back to me, you may need stitches on that." Manny didn't think she would, but rather safe then sorry, especially since he had some medical supplies. And losing some of those was better then losing an able body and having more to worry about. The risk was too great.
Once Alexander was on the couch and Manny had set up in the middle of the room with his shotgun, ready to deal with any missed stragglers from inside or out Manny relaxed a little. He still kept his head up, and he was ready for action, but he needed to relax more. The outside chair felt so good, it was hard to get back into the swing of things so fast with barely resting. It would be just Alexander and Manny for a little bit as the girls cleared the house. "Hey Alexander, you know what's kind of funny? I used to live maybe... a little over an hour's drive from here. And worked just a little further out. Owned my own business too. My staff would say I was on the road to retirement, a flourishing business, experienced well into my career, but I loved my job too much for that. The only way I would have retired was being physically unable to work anymore. And here I am now. Kind of funny how that works sometimes huh? Still haven't retired. Just changed professions." Manny spoke with a smile on his face at first, though the thought of what happened to all the people he used to see on a daily, or weekly basis, that was... upsetting to him.
Name: Hunter James Monroe Aliases: Grayjoy Age: 25 Birthday: June first Ethnicity: Caucasian Birthplace: Benton, New York Location: Outskirts of Buffalo New York Gender: Male Major/Minor: N/A Occupation: Scrap Yard, New York State National Guard (Private first class ) Languages: English, poor Russian
Appearance
Height: 5’10” Weight: 118 pounds Build: Wiry Eyes: Grey/Silver Hair: Long, dark brown, and poorly groomed Skin Tone: Hunter is extremely pale Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scars, cuts, and burns can be seen across both hands, lashings slash marks can be seen across his torso, as well as two bullet wounds, one in his right shoulder, and one just below his rib cage.
Psychology
Hard working * Shady * cool headed * Twisted humor * Practical * Morally challenged
Sexuality: Asexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Hunter is a complicated character to figure out, when with people he sees as his own he tends to be very kind and polite with them, and is always willing to offer a helping hand. He is always smiling, though at times he he tends to do a slight smirk, as if he is thinking about a really funny joke that only he gets, which is very likely. When he talks, he tends to have a train of thought that can’t stay focused for the life of him unless the situation or whoever he is talking to sets him back on the right track. IN a bad situation he is always ready to protect what he deems as his people
Hunter has several issues with morality that has come up since the apocalypse. The most noticeable, even to people he is on good terms with, is that the things he tends to find funny tend to be pretty messed up. Those things include crushed bodies, fire, explosives, car wrecks, or most things that can be found in Happy time Tree friends. A major issue he has struggled with as a coping mechanism, is that he has a mental switch in his head, that when things start becoming a challenge, he turns off his morality in favor for practicality. He turns himself into a brutal killer, sometimes for the better, sometimes just to keep himself alive at the cost of others.
Habits: Gripping potential weapons
Ready to get out
Hobbies: Target practice
Poor music
Fears:
Crossing that blurry moral line.
Being alone
Telling reality from his own thoughts
Losing his family
Likes:
Staying in control
Being around people
Bullets.
Animals in general
Sweets.
Explosions and fire.
Dislikes:
Taxes
Making moral choices
People being idiots.
Summer
People who think they are better then him.
decaffeinated coffee.
Cards On The Table
Pre Outbreak Skills:
Scavenging
Shotguns
Improvised engineering
Automatic weapons
Animal friend
Post Outbreak Skills:
Hand to hand combat
Stealth
Pistols
Axeing skill
Basic explosives
Basic first aid
Situational awareness
Current Supplies:
Current Clothing - Hunter is wearing heavy cargo pants, a t-shirt, a hoodie lined with mesh and ducktape, combat boots, a scarf, worn fingerless gloves, a belt with several pocket compartments on it, a medium sized backpack, and a dark camouflage ball cap.
As a spare outfit he also has a warn set of camouflage fatigues in his bag.
Izibell the Rottweiler
About a day and a half of water. No food.
Duct tape, because it’s always nice to have.
A decent quality fuel-less lighter.
Twine, a lot of twine. It makes a great improvised fuse in a pinch. Also, never know when someone needs to be tied up, or something. Either way, options are great.
Ammo, 2 full clips of 30 round 5.56 NATO for the M4, and a box of about 14 bullets. 1 full clip of 7 rounds for the 1911, and 23 spare bullets crammed into the same box as the 5.56 NATO. 30 20 gauge shotgun shells.
History
Your First Walker Encounter:
It was getting cold, though Hunter didn’t mind that, he had grown up working outside in the winter time, and in the summer, though winter was easier for him since there were heaters and jackets. Hard work also helped with that. What he minded was his guard unit being activated with no heads up for a mass evacuation. He didn’t even know any of these people, they had dragged him across all of New York state to help with evacuations, and have been moving him non stop. He hated it. This time though things seemed off, this time there were no buses from other towns passing through to the refugee camps. Which meant that their evacuation site was the last on this route, meaning they were the closest to the danger.
That alone made Hunter uneasy, it didn’t help that he was stationed at this town of 7000 people to evacuate, but it was only his squad here, and some local law enforcement who were too busy in town getting people to the school to be moved. So protecting the school was his squad, while 3 of them made sure the roads were cleared with one of the hummers. That left 8 men, one Humvee, and a flatbed. His unit was to spread out, to give the impression that there were more of them then it appeared. Seemed to be working so far. Civilians were operating the buses, they belonged to the district anyways. He could hear his sergeant on the flatbed using his megaphone letting people know to stay calm, and that they needed to not rush, there were enough buses for everyone. That was a lie, there were 20 buses in this district, each one held about 70 people. Do that math, it’s not 7000. Granted, the buses were meant to come back, but if the infected arrived before then they were to halt arriving, and we were to hunker down until a larger force could come in and clear the area.
The lines were long, and the people were scared. God dammit, why didn’t they get more buses? Was it that hard to grab some from successful evacuations? Or were they being used elsewhere and Hunter just got the unlucky batch? Or was the high up just not risking too much, out of fear of losing everything for this little town? Seems like something they would do. “Keep it moving people, calm and steady. One bag per person, carry on size only please.” He muttered that same line again. “There are enough buses for everyone, so please, stay calm, and don't worry.” He hated lying to them, but what was he supposed to do? Lie to them and cause a riot?
Though, if one did break out, his unit was ordered to evacuate, and leave everyone here to fend for themselves. The top brass knew that one squad was not enough to calm a crowd of scared people, and if all else failed, they would rather have up to par squad then a deadly riot with no military survivors. That is when he heard the scream, right in the middle of his thought process his sergeant started shouting. “O'Doyle! McCarther! Guard the buses! Johnson, Miller, get these people to the gym and lock the doors! Anyone who can’t get on a bus get inside! Everyone else, with me!” Hunter chambered his S.A.W. ( Squad automatic weapon ) and followed his sergeant across the crowd, they were screaming now, they were panicked, they were ready to kill to save their lives.
They had landed themselves in the middle of the worst without realizing it, before they knew it people were being attacked by one another, blood was going everywhere, so much screaming. Some even, eating each other. Some with limbs missing, attacking as hard as if they were a annoyed bear. Hunter leveled his weapon and took aim, but he couldn’t bring himself to shoot. Later he would tell his sergeant it was because he had never fired his gun in the field, truth be told, he wasn’t sure if what he was looking at was real or not. He has had issues in the past, but none quite as real as this, but he still couldn’t bring himself to say that it was real. He could hear the voice in the back of his head telling him to shoot, even when the attacker started getting up and walking to Hunter. But he couldn’t do it.
“BANG BANG BANG!” A rifle went off, sending round after round into the attacker, until one eventually clipped her in the head and she dropped. Hunter looked at the person who shot, but in the craziness of the moment he wasn’t sure who it was other then someone in his unit. He just remembered the words “Shoot the dead ones!”. So this was real, it wasn’t in his head.
He took aim with his S.A.W. and fired short burst. There was about a five second rule when it came to firing the thing, but it was hard to keep track of seconds while shooting, so his sergeant had told Hunter a trick to keep pace when firing the belt fed machine gun. “Die Mother Fucker Die. Die Mother Fucker Die!” It worked for the moment, and the timing was close enough that saying it once was enough to get the job done. There was so much going on though he had the gun going almost constantly.
By the end of the night his unit was at half strength, the evacuation had failed, and Hunter was not sure if he had killed a living human or not. All he knew was that they had evacuated a lot less people than planned, and there was a rather high body count.
History Before Outbreak:
Before the outbreak Hunter grew up on a family scrap yard, or “The Compound” as his family called it. On the several dozen acre property lived about a dozen different family members. It was simple, yet physically demanding work. In the summer time it would double as a light farm raising small animals like dogs and chickens, in the winter, it was mostly heavy lifting and machine work to get ready for the warmer months. Another part of the job was keeping aggressive wild life away from his home, due to his family not being in the best of financial states, thy went cheap and easy, shotguns. Easy to use, ton of kick, nothing recovers in that effective range.
At a young age Hunter started seeing things that at first he accepted as normal, but as time went on, and he noticed he was the only one seeing them, he started to become scared. As he aged he was able to ignore them, and eventually try to think logically to determine if what he was seeing was real, or fiction. Mostly, he knew what should be real, and based on reactions of others, he could determine of he was right. Because of this he became very good at hiding his emotions.
In school Hunter struggled to do well, he was good with his hands but in a school environment his attention rarely held. He was able to hold a passing grade, but if asked about he, he would just claim he is an excellent bullshitter, and move on. Due to his lack of being open about what he really felt, he tended to become closeted as a person, which made it harder to work with his family, his parents most of all. In his late teens Hunter would get into arguments that normally ended with something being broken, and at least one person leaving the Compound.
When Hunter turned 19 he ran off to join the army, and found himself in the New York State National Guard reserve. He spent several weeks in basic training, and soon enough he was a fully enlisted soldier. Though due to personal complications, he was attached to a reserve unit, and soon returned home. When he returned, it started with arguments on why he had left, and a decent amount of tears. This time, everyone just huddled up and talked though, and attempted to sort things out. Hunter told his parents he would leave the guard as soon as he got the chance, his unit was activated days later to handle riots and evacuations.
History Since Outbreak:
When the last evacuation Hunter was apart of failed his unit was called back to Buffalo where his company was assigned to protect the local refugee center. Or as Hunter tended to call it, another glorified football field in need of getting better uses out of it. For now, it housed more people then it was originally built for, and had only a couple doors that could still open. Just like the evacuation before, the stadium was eventually overran and the survivors inside were trapped or killed off. By the time Hunter and what was left of his company made it out, with what few civilians they could save, they had a choice, leave the doors open so more survivors could get out, or lock them and prevent well over several hundred infected loose in the area.
Hunter was the one to lock the doors, and bar them shut. After that, him and what survivors were left made their way to the reserve base his unit was supposed to be stationed from originally. Once there the captain on duty determined that with the top brass no longer responding, and the supplies dwindling, that the soldiers were to remove the civilian populace from the base. Despite the protest from the soldiers at the base, Hunter included, they eventually caved in. Determining that there wasn’t enough supplies for them all. The only thing they agreed on was giving them all enough supplies for two days, and some weapons so they could secure their own area for a while. But they would need to fend for themselves.
As expected, this didn’t go well. With there being about 80 soldiers left, and about 1300 civilians, the numbers were drastic. Hunter to this date can’t be sure what happened, but he did figure out something important, a few soldiers with automatic weapons can clear out a large civilian group without weapons rather fast. He also is pretty sure they didn’t kill them all, but he does know for sure that his weapon fired into the crowd, and would have killed them eventually. The Captain called this a success for a list of reasons Hunter didn’t care to hear. He just had the saying “Die Mother Fucker Die” running in his head over and over again.
As the weeks went on, his unit started getting more aggressive to people they met, most soldiers who refused to partake in what was happening either left, or got shot trying to stop it. Hunter just went along because he was too scared to do anything else. After his unit became aggressive enough to shoot people on sight for supplies, there were 26 active members, the captain included. When Hunter eventually snapped, he took his combat knife and a fire axe, and killed all 26 active members in their sleep, or while they took guard duty. Picking them off one at a time. By the time Hunter came back to reality, he wasn’t sure what had happened at first, just that there were a lot of dead people. When he finally understood what he did, he felt guilty about the murders, but more satisfied that they wouldn’t drag him down with them anymore.
As time passed, Hunter found his way to the stadium where he had locked the infected and survivors alike inside, and eventually found enough fuel to light it on fire. Though it took what seemed like days for the thing to actually catch, he felt better knowing that he had destroyed one of the main causes of guilt for him. Next step for him was to go home, though once he arrived there, his family seemed to have vanished from thin air. No one was at the scrap yard, or at other family homes, and there were no bodies to indicate they had died. Dead or undead.
Hunter would eventually make his way south to an old family vacation spot to try and find them. On his way, he had tried to help people, he had robbed from people, he had killed people, and he attempted to justify it all to himself by saying he needed to get to his family. Though it rarely worked. By the time he made it to the vacation spot, there were no signs of his family. He had spent days looking around the area, even stockpiling weapons to attempt to kill out the infected, hoping to get some closer at the very least. All to no luck. What he did find was a Rottweiler who he would become close friends with.
When all his attempts had failed, and he eventually lost purpose, he started making his way north again to go home. He decided that once he got there, he would find a comfortable spot, have a nice good drink, and most likely blow his own brains out. He wondered if he would actually go through with it if given the chance, though Izibell the Rotty would make it hard. He needed some purpose, and going home was the best one he had to pick from.
Extras
Character Quote:
"Have you ever seen a belt fed machine gun rip apart a human body? I have, and let me tell you, it's funnier then you might think."
"I find myself in this position at times, where I am lost. For the most part I can solve it with a good task to work on, otherwise my mind tends to go to places I would rather not think about."
"This Is My BOOM Stick!"
"Have you ever noticed that in movies where people die it's much less emotional then when dogs died? A human dies people shrug it off, a dog dies, everyone loses their shit. Truth be told I am totally one of those people."
Theme Song: Low, By Cracker
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Hunter does a short sarcastic laugh. “That’s an odd question, directly I don't think I could have counted. Indirectly… Probably enough to be called insane.”
How Many People Have You Killed:"Again, directly, I couldn’t answer that accurately. Some of the time is fuzzy, and the early says were so crazy I couldn’t tell you. Indirectly, enough to be problem for those who don’t understand context."
Why:“Context, great! Fuck.. no one ever asks why. The first time was because when my gun went off into the crowd of undead, I still can't be sure that all of them were undead. Even to this day. The next time because someone needed to lock the door, because if one of us didn’t do it, everyone that had survived so far would be dead. Not just those still inside. From that point on, it was a matter of determining who is good for the world, and who isn’t. I carried out justice that no one had the guts to, and I solved it from there. No, that’s a lie… I’ve done things… I told myself I needed to, but did I really?”
Anything Else: Hunter knows he isn't a leader, he knows he depends on others to do the thinking, and he considers himself a tool, though he will call out anyone who things they are leading wrong.
*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.
@Remipa Awesome Okay, round 2, let's stream line a bit more.
Location: Don't need to know why he is there - just the city and state Occupation: Just put Scrapyard/National Guard (Rank) Build: Wiry (That will cover bony but small amount of muscles that can be seen) Hair: Dark Brown/Shoulder Length (I don't need why it is longer) Skin Tone: Extremely pale (Again, don't need why) Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Hands: Burn & Cut Scars/Bruises Gunshot Scar: (Where) Other Scars: (Where) Character Quote: Need this in the color code and the quotes not to be. Makes it confusing. Post link - Place under anything else in the CS itself.
Remember, your history is where you tell why things are the way they are. Everything else is just our quick reference. You only place out there as much as needed - the rest gets revealed in IC. (Give people as little as possible to metagame. ^_~)
I get what you're saying, I dont have a lot of time to edit things now, so I will edit them when I get home tonight from work.
The road had been long and hard so far, and Manny was glad to be able to rest soon. Manny looked over to Alexander, he was taking it well but Manny was still getting used to the sight of it. When he went in for medical school he more had plans of helping kids and elders keep their teeth safe and clean, pulling out infected teeth, and eventually enjoying retirement. But now? He was probably one of the worlds few qualified doctors. Manny had seen legs taken off people in the past, mostly to avoid bite wounds, but overall in Manny's cases people would arrive too late for Manny to do anything other then help them bleed out faster. He was no master surgeon, though he was glad as hell that Alexander survived. While walking up to the house Alexander had thanked Manny, he wasn't sure how to respond at first. "What for?" Was all Manny could really think to say.
Manny and Alex had become more of the reserve force for the group, supporting where they could, and providing assistance when needed. Though between the two they had a single double barrel shotgun with less then 20 shells. Manny chuckled at that though, he would use twice that in a single target shooting session years back, and now 20 shells is all that stood between them and death if a small horde came through. Manny figured he was a good enough shot with the thing he could make each shot count for a single kill. Though after that then what? They would be completely dependent on the girls? Manny wasn't a hand to hand fighter? not the way he used to be. He could hold his own for a little bit, but physically his body couldn't do that the same way anymore. Alexander would have issues too, he didn't know much about the military but he is pretty sure proper stand is a thing.
But things were looking up, other then a minor leg wound, everyone was healthy enough, well fed... ish. And if this house worked out, it would be somewhere safe to hold up until they could figure out there next move. Though, something Manny did feel great about, was being apart of a group again. with the exception of the months leading up to Eden, Manny had been with a group since the beginning in some way shape or form. Those months leading up to Eden were... harsh. Manny wasn't a professional survivor, he had skills, but on his own he could only survive so long. Now, he was with a group of people, and everyone had their role, and their job. Though he could tell Alexander felt like he was holding the group back. Manny felt he would need to work on that. He felt that the two were mutually dependent, Alexander had skills Manny lacked, and vice versa. With that in mind Manny liked the company when the group had to split up from time to time.
Name: Hunter James Monroe Aliases: Grayjoy Age: 25 Birthday: June first Ethnicity: Caucasian Birthplace: Benton, New York Location: Outskirts of Buffalo New York Gender: Male Major/Minor: N/A Occupation: Scrap Yard, New York State National Guard (Private first class ) Languages: English, poor Russian
Appearance
Height: 5’10” Weight: 118 pounds Build: Wiry Eyes: Grey/Silver Hair: Long, dark brown, and poorly groomed Skin Tone: Hunter is extremely pale Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scars, cuts, and burns can be seen across both hands, lashings slash marks can be seen across his torso, as well as two bullet wounds, one in his right shoulder, and one just below his rib cage.
Psychology
Hard working * Shady * cool headed * Twisted humor * Practical * Morally challenged
Sexuality: Asexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Hunter is a complicated character to figure out, when with people he sees as his own he tends to be very kind and polite with them, and is always willing to offer a helping hand. He is always smiling, though at times he he tends to do a slight smirk, as if he is thinking about a really funny joke that only he gets, which is very likely. When he talks, he tends to have a train of thought that can’t stay focused for the life of him unless the situation or whoever he is talking to sets him back on the right track. IN a bad situation he is always ready to protect what he deems as his people
Hunter has several issues with morality that has come up since the apocalypse. The most noticeable, even to people he is on good terms with, is that the things he tends to find funny tend to be pretty messed up. Those things include crushed bodies, fire, explosives, car wrecks, or most things that can be found in Happy time Tree friends. A major issue he has struggled with as a coping mechanism, is that he has a mental switch in his head, that when things start becoming a challenge, he turns off his morality in favor for practicality. He turns himself into a brutal killer, sometimes for the better, sometimes just to keep himself alive at the cost of others.
Habits: Gripping potential weapons
Ready to get out
Hobbies: Target practice
Poor music
Fears:
Crossing that blurry moral line.
People in general
Being alone
Telling reality from his own thoughts
Losing his family
Likes:
Staying in control
Being around people
Bullets.
Animals in general
Sweets.
Explosions and fire.
Dislikes:
Taxes
Making moral choices
People being idiots.
Summer
People who think they are better then him.
decaffeinated coffee.
Cards On The Table
Pre Outbreak Skills:
Scavenging
Shotguns
Improvised engineering
Automatic weapons
Animal friend
Post Outbreak Skills:
Hand to hand combat
Stealth
Pistols
Axeing skill
Basic explosives
Basic first aid
Situational awareness
Current Supplies:
Current Clothing - Hunter is wearing heavy cargo pants, a t-shirt, a hoodie lined with mesh and ducktape, combat boots, a scarf, worn fingerless gloves, a belt with several pocket compartments on it, a medium sized backpack, and a dark camouflage ball cap.
As a spare outfit he also has a warn set of camouflage fatigues in his bag.
Izibell the Rottweiler
About a day and a half of water. No food.
Duct tape, because it’s always nice to have.
A decent quality fuel-less lighter.
Twine, a lot of twine. It makes a great improvised fuse in a pinch. Also, never know when someone needs to be tied up, or something. Either way, options are great.
Ammo, 2 full clips of 30 round 5.56 NATO for the M4, and a box of about 14 bullets. 1 full clip of 7 rounds for the 1911, and 23 spare bullets crammed into the same box as the 5.56 NATO. 30 20 gauge shotgun shells.
History
Your First Walker Encounter:
It was getting cold, though Hunter didn’t mind that, he had grown up working outside in the winter time, and in the summer, though winter was easier for him since there were heaters and jackets. Hard work also helped with that. What he minded was his guard unit being activated with no heads up for a mass evacuation. He didn’t even know any of these people, they had dragged him across all of New York state to help with evacuations, and have been moving him non stop. He hated it. This time though things seemed off, this time there were no buses from other towns passing through to the refugee camps. Which meant that their evacuation site was the last on this route, meaning they were the closest to the danger.
That alone made Hunter uneasy, it didn’t help that he was stationed at this town of 7000 people to evacuate, but it was only his squad here, and some local law enforcement who were too busy in town getting people to the school to be moved. So protecting the school was his squad, while 3 of them made sure the roads were cleared with one of the hummers. That left 8 men, one Humvee, and a flatbed. His unit was to spread out, to give the impression that there were more of them then it appeared. Seemed to be working so far. Civilians were operating the buses, they belonged to the district anyways. He could hear his sergeant on the flatbed using his megaphone letting people know to stay calm, and that they needed to not rush, there were enough buses for everyone. That was a lie, there were 20 buses in this district, each one held about 70 people. Do that math, it’s not 7000. Granted, the buses were meant to come back, but if the infected arrived before then they were to halt arriving, and we were to hunker down until a larger force could come in and clear the area.
The lines were long, and the people were scared. God dammit, why didn’t they get more buses? Was it that hard to grab some from successful evacuations? Or were they being used elsewhere and Hunter just got the unlucky batch? Or was the high up just not risking too much, out of fear of losing everything for this little town? Seems like something they would do. “Keep it moving people, calm and steady. One bag per person, carry on size only please.” He muttered that same line again. “There are enough buses for everyone, so please, stay calm, and don't worry.” He hated lying to them, but what was he supposed to do? Lie to them and cause a riot?
Though, if one did break out, his unit was ordered to evacuate, and leave everyone here to fend for themselves. The top brass knew that one squad was not enough to calm a crowd of scared people, and if all else failed, they would rather have up to par squad then a deadly riot with no military survivors. That is when he heard the scream, right in the middle of his thought process his sergeant started shouting. “O'Doyle! McCarther! Guard the buses! Johnson, Miller, get these people to the gym and lock the doors! Anyone who can’t get on a bus get inside! Everyone else, with me!” Hunter chambered his S.A.W. ( Squad automatic weapon ) and followed his sergeant across the crowd, they were screaming now, they were panicked, they were ready to kill to save their lives.
They had landed themselves in the middle of the worst without realizing it, before they knew it people were being attacked by one another, blood was going everywhere, so much screaming. Some even, eating each other. Some with limbs missing, attacking as hard as if they were a annoyed bear. Hunter leveled his weapon and took aim, but he couldn’t bring himself to shoot. Later he would tell his sergeant it was because he had never fired his gun in the field, truth be told, he wasn’t sure if what he was looking at was real or not. He has had issues in the past, but none quite as real as this, but he still couldn’t bring himself to say that it was real. He could hear the voice in the back of his head telling him to shoot, even when the attacker started getting up and walking to Hunter. But he couldn’t do it.
“BANG BANG BANG!” A rifle went off, sending round after round into the attacker, until one eventually clipped her in the head and she dropped. Hunter looked at the person who shot, but in the craziness of the moment he wasn’t sure who it was other then someone in his unit. He just remembered the words “Shoot the dead ones!”. So this was real, it wasn’t in his head.
He took aim with his S.A.W. and fired short burst. There was about a five second rule when it came to firing the thing, but it was hard to keep track of seconds while shooting, so his sergeant had told Hunter a trick to keep pace when firing the belt fed machine gun. “Die Mother Fucker Die. Die Mother Fucker Die!” It worked for the moment, and the timing was close enough that saying it once was enough to get the job done. There was so much going on though he had the gun going almost constantly.
By the end of the night his unit was at half strength, the evacuation had failed, and Hunter was not sure if he had killed a living human or not. All he knew was that they had evacuated a lot less people than planned, and there was a rather high body count.
History Before Outbreak:
Before the outbreak Hunter grew up on a family scrap yard, or “The Compound” as his family called it. On the several dozen acre property lived about a dozen different family members. It was simple, yet physically demanding work. In the summer time it would double as a light farm raising small animals like dogs and chickens, in the winter, it was mostly heavy lifting and machine work to get ready for the warmer months. Another part of the job was keeping aggressive wild life away from his home, due to his family not being in the best of financial states, thy went cheap and easy, shotguns. Easy to use, ton of kick, nothing recovers in that effective range.
At a young age Hunter started seeing things that at first he accepted as normal, but as time went on, and he noticed he was the only one seeing them, he started to become scared. As he aged he was able to ignore them, and eventually try to think logically to determine if what he was seeing was real, or fiction. Mostly, he knew what should be real, and based on reactions of others, he could determine of he was right. Because of this he became very good at hiding his emotions.
In school Hunter struggled to do well, he was good with his hands but in a school environment his attention rarely held. He was able to hold a passing grade, but if asked about he, he would just claim he is an excellent bullshitter, and move on. Due to his lack of being open about what he really felt, he tended to become closeted as a person, which made it harder to work with his family, his parents most of all. In his late teens Hunter would get into arguments that normally ended with something being broken, and at least one person leaving the Compound.
When Hunter turned 19 he ran off to join the army, and found himself in the New York State National Guard reserve. He spent several weeks in basic training, and soon enough he was a fully enlisted soldier. Though due to personal complications, he was attached to a reserve unit, and soon returned home. When he returned, it started with arguments on why he had left, and a decent amount of tears. This time, everyone just huddled up and talked though, and attempted to sort things out. Hunter told his parents he would leave the guard as soon as he got the chance, his unit was activated days later to handle riots and evacuations.
History Since Outbreak:
When the last evacuation Hunter was apart of failed his unit was called back to Buffalo where his company was assigned to protect the local refugee center. Or as Hunter tended to call it, another glorified football field in need of getting better uses out of it. For now, it housed more people then it was originally built for, and had only a couple doors that could still open. Just like the evacuation before, the stadium was eventually overran and the survivors inside were trapped or killed off. By the time Hunter and what was left of his company made it out, with what few civilians they could save, they had a choice, leave the doors open so more survivors could get out, or lock them and prevent well over several hundred infected loose in the area.
Hunter was the one to lock the doors, and bar them shut. After that, him and what survivors were left made their way to the reserve base his unit was supposed to be stationed from originally. Once there the captain on duty determined that with the top brass no longer responding, and the supplies dwindling, that the soldiers were to remove the civilian populace from the base. Despite the protest from the soldiers at the base, Hunter included, they eventually caved in. Determining that there wasn’t enough supplies for them all. The only thing they agreed on was giving them all enough supplies for two days, and some weapons so they could secure their own area for a while. But they would need to fend for themselves.
As expected, this didn’t go well. With there being about 80 soldiers left, and about 1300 civilians, the numbers were drastic. Hunter to this date can’t be sure what happened, but he did figure out something important, a few soldiers with automatic weapons can clear out a large civilian group without weapons rather fast. He also is pretty sure they didn’t kill them all, but he does know for sure that his weapon fired into the crowd, and would have killed them eventually. The Captain called this a success for a list of reasons Hunter didn’t care to hear. He just had the saying “Die Mother Fucker Die” running in his head over and over again.
As the weeks went on, his unit started getting more aggressive to people they met, most soldiers who refused to partake in what was happening either left, or got shot trying to stop it. Hunter just went along because he was too scared to do anything else. After his unit became aggressive enough to shoot people on sight for supplies, there were 26 active members, the captain included. When Hunter eventually snapped, he took his combat knife and a fire axe, and killed all 26 active members in their sleep, or while they took guard duty. Picking them off one at a time. By the time Hunter came back to reality, he wasn’t sure what had happened at first, just that there were a lot of dead people. When he finally understood what he did, he felt guilty about the murders, but more satisfied that they wouldn’t drag him down with them anymore.
As time passed, Hunter found his way to the stadium where he had locked the infected and survivors alike inside, and eventually found enough fuel to light it on fire. Though it took what seemed like days for the thing to actually catch, he felt better knowing that he had destroyed one of the main causes of guilt for him. Next step for him was to go home, though once he arrived there, his family seemed to have vanished from thin air. No one was at the scrap yard, or at other family homes, and there were no bodies to indicate they had died. Dead or undead.
Hunter would eventually make his way south to an old family vacation spot to try and find them. On his way, he had tried to help people, he had robbed from people, he had killed people, and he attempted to justify it all to himself by saying he needed to get to his family. Though it rarely worked. By the time he made it to the vacation spot, there were no signs of his family. He had spent days looking around the area, even stockpiling weapons to attempt to kill out the infected, hoping to get some closer at the very least. All to no luck. What he did find was a Rottweiler who he would become close friends with.
When all his attempts had failed, and he eventually lost purpose, he started making his way north again to go home. He decided that once he got there, he would find a comfortable spot, have a nice good drink, and most likely blow his own brains out. He wondered if he would actually go through with it if given the chance, though Izibell the Rotty would make it hard. He needed some purpose, and going home was the best one he had to pick from.
Extras
Character Quote: "have you ever seen a belt fed machine gun rip apart a human body? I have, and let me tell you, it's funnier then you might think."
"I find myself in this position at times, where I am lost. For the most part I can solve it with a good task to work on, otherwise my mind tends to go to places I would rather not think about."
"This Is My BOOM Stick!"
"have you ever noticed that in movies where people die it's much less emotional then when dogs died? A human dies people shrug it off, a dog dies, everyone loses their shit. Truth be told I am totally one of those people."
Theme Song: Low, By Cracker
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Hunter does a short sarcastic laugh. “that’s an odd question, directly I don't think I could have counted. Indirectly… Probably enough to be called insane.”
How Many People Have You Killed: “again, directly, I couldn’t answer that accurately. Some of the time is fuzzy, and the early says were so crazy I couldn’t tell you. Indirectly, enough to be problem for those who don’t understand context.”
Why: “Context, great! Fuck.. no one ever asks why. The first time was because when my gun went off into the crowd of undead, I still can't be sure that all of them were undead. Even to this day. The next time because someone needed to lock the door, because if one of us didn’t do it, everyone that had survived so far would be dead. Not just those still inside. From that point on, it was a matter of determining who is good for the world, and who isn’t. I carried out justice that no one had the guts to, and I solved it from there. No, that’s a lie… I’ve done things… I told myself I needed to, but did I really?”
Anything Else: Hunter knows he isn't a leader, he knows he depends on others to do the thinking, and he considers himself a tool, though he will call out anyone who things they are leading wrong.
*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.
Edit notes: I changed the things I was asked to change, I did change one of the weapons, and I changed the theme song. After shortening fears to a simpler idea, I realized two were the same so I removed one and replaced another.
Location: Eden, Armory Skills: General medical, general surgery, fast reflexes
People were starting to take note of Manny's little incident. He didn't care, he was no soldier, and killing people wasn't something that was common for him. With that in mind, he tried to run the numbers, and he's pretty sure he killed about as many people in the last hour as he had in his life. That idea, scared him a bit. He worried about what would happen to him if he became too used to the idea of killing people. He was clenching the 20 gauge now, not sure if it was out of anger, or if it was because it was one of the few things that made him relax, holding such power in his hands. It didn't take too long to relax. Soon enough he could think strait again, soon enough he could come back to reality, and not think about the kind of person he could become.
After taking yet another moment to calm himself down he took in the situation again. The fighting for now was over, but more were bound to come. For now, he had his new shotgun, plenty of bullets, enough food to keep him going a while, and hurt people he needed to make feel better. He almost wished he had suckers to give, partially for old times sake to bring some normality to the world, and also because he liked picturing the faces on adults when he gave them kids treatment. He found it funny. "Alright humans, let's see what the damage is and get the hell out of here." The girl he worked on before, the one they called Navy, she would be first. He had worked on her, at the cost of the young man, and the idea of losing her so soon after Manny chose who to work on first scared him. She asked for help anyways, and she was pretty banged up as it was.
Manny went to "Navy" as they called her and grabbed what medical supplies were left from the kit. "Ma'am, I'll need to take a final look at your injuries, they're probably worse then the rest we have here. And I hate leaving a job unfinished." He tried to be polite about it, though if she said no Manny would get louder, he was insistent when he wanted to be. But she cooperated easy enough, which was fine by Manny, made his job easy. Well, easier. "Ive worked on your twice now and I still don't know you're name? I'm Emanuel Newman, most people call me Manny though. It's easier on the little's and is a bit more catchy." Her shoulder wound was harsh, so he needed to put some light antibiotic ointment on the wound, and redress it. The belt was a poor short term solution, and he liked the idea of having one again, so he would put some tight bandaging on it and make sure the medical gauze was packed well. He was too tired to do proper stitching, but it should hold otherwise. It had been too long anyways, if he stitched it now it may cause infection.
Once finished he put his belt back on and smiled. "That should do for now, keep it under wrap, if possible change the bandages daily, and clean that wound. It's the worst of all of them and honestly as long as the rest are cleaned you should be fine. Keep me in the loop and if it gets discolored find some strong antibiotics, few will still be in date but in your case it'll be better then nothing." She had other wounds, but that arm wound was the one that really needed attention. The rest should be able to be taken care of without his help. He was tempted to give her pain killers but he didn't think aspirin would really cut the trick. At least not in a dose that wouldn't kill her. "I can't do much for the pain, there are some basic meds but I don't think it'll make any difference." He moved on. Others were still hurt and he was the only person not combat wounded. Funny how that worked sometimes.
Next on his list of almost but not quite dead people was one of the younger girls of the group. She seemed kinder then the rest, but only time would tell. She had a pretty harsh leg wound though that if the blood wasn't slowed soon could become a problem. he went up to her hoping she would let him fix up her leg. "So I'm Manny, the local doctor, I was hoping I could get your name and permission to stop that leg from getting any worse then it already is." After a short bit, Manny would give up his belt to slow the bleeding for a while and bandage and patch up the wound on her leg. It wasn't too bad as far as Manny could tell, but he was only a dentist, so only time would tell.
Manny was sad to see his belt go again but he could find a new one. Maybe the girl would give it back once her blood pressure was stable again, that would be nice. If the bleeding hadn't killed her yet then she shouldn't need it too long. Just enough to keep the bleeding down low so she didn't bleed out while walking. "That should hold for now, I don't have much for the pain but it shouldn't get infected. Just do what you can to keep it clean alright?" After a brief pause he stopped and thought. "Manny, if you didn't hear before. What's your name so I don't have to keep referring to you as young lady?" He hated not knowing anything about the people he was working on. Mostly because it made him work harder to keep them alive when he knew them. He wanted to do that more with everyone he worked with.
Next was the other young girl, the one who Manny is still pretty sure is tempted to execute him for being apart of the people of Eden, though she hadn't yet. She formed together a plan to gather up what supplies they could find and get the hell out of dodge, which he didn't mind that idea. Anyone that wasn't walking wounded was expected to help carry as much as possible, which meant Manny and Alexander mostly. Hopefully his patching skills would be enough to get others in the mix. She mentioned something about a tank, though Manny figured that was just a simile for a really big truck or something. Who the hell had a tank now a days anyways? let alone knew how to drive and operate one? But the idea was cool, though if they couldn't use it for bringing out supplies it seemed like a useless truck to Manny. Hopefully these bastards had something useful in terms of transportation. Maybe an RV, Manny wouldn't mind that, a bed on the road. And a place that maybe he could convert into a proper room to work on people.
She seemed a bit more resistant, but in the end Manny patched up her basic wounds. Nothing too extreme but definitely not pretty. "So miss Tank girl, you got a name or am I just going to call you tank girl? I don't mind either way but I find it better to know none the less." her wounds weren't bad, some cleaning and they would be fine. Alexander was the same way, Manny looked at his hand, but honestly there wasn't a lot Manny could do. He didn't know much about hands, he was a dentist. It seemed fine from his guess though, so chances are it would heal fine with the exception of some stiffness. "Keep that clean, alcohol wipes if you can." Manny wanted to keep Alexander alive especially, otherwise Manny for sure would be the oldest person on the planet. He wasn't a fan of that as kids he worked with called him that a lot.
By the time he was done Manny was pretty out of it. He would help move whatever supplies he could carry, but overall he didn't have a lot left. He also didn't like the idea of going out a window, but his options were limited. He would make due, and follow the others here until he figured out what he was doing with his life. For now, these people would have to do unless they decided to kill him. Then he figured he could put up a stand, but they all seemed more relaxed now that the main fighting was over. He would trust them for now, and see where it went from here. Who knows, maybe he would find someone to care about? He liked that idea, despite being scared of it at the same time.
Location: Eden, Armory Skills: Handguns, Shotguns, Fast Reflexes, scavenging
Things as usual, seemed to still be going to hell. Even though most of the fighting had stopped, a lot of loud noises were present, and the building could fall apart at any time. But as long as it held long enough for them to escape he should be fine. Though, if they got out, what would this group do with him? What if they still thought he was still apart of this Eden group? That could... present problems. Though he had fought with them for what seemed like forever now. Surly they wouldn't think that he was still apart of them? He had killed at least... several... At least four. He wasn't sure now. That thought made him uneasy, and he felt like a teenager again, in one of his brawls that in several situations people didn't walk away from. Though it was never by his hands, he knew that every fight he got in that someone died he had a hand in it, even if not directly. Doctors in any field take an oath to do no harm, Manny broke that long before he became a doctor, and many times after. Sometimes by accident, sometimes because he decided it was for the greater good to deal with a problem more aggressively then passively. He tried to tell himself that this was one of those times, but he still felt sick. For now he would be fine though.
As he and Alexander moved up they explained the situation to the dark haired girl. Alexander told how he had killed one of the cultists, and that one shot another one. With that in mind, does that mean that they might still think he is one of them? Going through whatever he had to do to stay alive? Or maybe pulling a deep cover job? He wasn't a skilled soldier, but what if they thought he was still an enemy? He would have to let things play out. Alexander asked Manny about his kills, as if they were something like a game to keep a score with. "Before the hole? I got one, I thought you got the other two though. Guess I was wrong." He knew violence was sometimes what needed to happen, it doesn't mean he liked it at all.
Manny tried to move on from the conversation, Thinking about firing those shots and killing so many people today, was only making him sick even more. He followed the others into the supply room, and seeing inside reminded him of the armory in his old community. Though this one seemed to have a lot more ammunition then the one he saw in the past. The more he looked around the more he realized this wasn't just an armory, this was the main supply cache! He saw guns, ammo, clothing, food and drinks, but something he noticed after looking around was a severe lack of medical supplies. Were these people so crazy that they went for survival of the fittest without any concern of what would happen if someone got hurt? Though thinking about it, they did do cage matches tot he death... so that made sense thinking about it.
Manny moved on for now, he could come back eventually to see what he could see. Moving into the next room gunshots went off, with his last good breath he ran in shotgun raised, seeing the last two members of his new group, weapons drawn on an old man who now fell dead. "Holy shit..." where the only words Manny could draw, though now his body had enough. He keeled over and threw up what few contents his stomach had. His mind and body have had enough, physically he had nothing left, mentally he was pushed to his limit. There wasn't much, but the point was made. "I can... clean this up... after I take a breather..." Manny walked back to the storage room. He didn't think they would be around long enough for him to actually clean that up, and with the building so unusable he figured it wouldn't matter anyways. But he figured saying something and doing nothing was better then walking away without saying anything.
Once back in the armory section, Manny felt better. He felt relaxed when around firearms. Though he only really did target practice with shotguns, it felt nice to be around these. Though it also helped that now these wouldn't be used to hurt innocents. Unless these people were rival bandits who are using Manny... He didn't think that was likely, but he still was not sure. He still felt sick, and now weak, but he would recover eventually. Manny looking through the armory found a familiar sight that made him feel much more relaxed, and overall happy. He set down the pump action he had grabbed before, and pulled a double barrel 20 gauge shotgun from the rack of guns. It was vary similar to the one he had before the world fell apart. A nice over under barrel, a perfect long barrel, and comfortable sights. He held it, looking down the sights smiling. "It's been a while." He said holding the gun.
Manny grabbed a strap for it so he could hold it on his back and now have to always walk around with it in his hands. He found shells pretty easy, the 20 gauge was not as common as the 12 gauge, but most people preferred 12 gauge, so there was little competition for 20 gauge. Manny would grab a small bag to use for holding bullets and food, nothing fancy, but something so he could get the shells he needed if something happened. He took the shell holder from the pump action he had before and put it on the stock of his new 20 gauge. Finding more .357 wasn't too hard either, but there didn't seem to be a lot of that. Not as common a bullet as most handgun rounds, and this one was pretty popular with pistol shooters. He was great full to have more then 4 bullets in his revolver.
Once Manny had his new gear he found something to eat. He was weak, starved, and the fighting seemed to be over. At first he didn't take a bite of the canned chili he grabbed, still thinking about all those people who died today. Then his stomach gave into weakness and he started eating. He needed to be careful otherwise he could put his body into shock, and make himself worse. SO he ate slowly and drank water a couple sips at a time. "Dig in folks, war's over. battle's won. All there is to do now is to enjoy life a little before the next big event kills us all." He enjoyed his chili, though thinking about it, how would they leave if the hallway was blocked with a huge hole?
Location: Eden, Hallway past Wraith and by Fitness Center Skills: Handguns, Shotguns, Fast Reflexes
Manny attempted to reload the spare shells for the shotgun. He still didn't know how many shells the gun held but it excepted all the spares he had on him. So he had at least 4, most likely 6-8. He could work with that. Right as he was getting ready to take another shot into the advancing groups there was a violent moan that surrounded him and Alexander. "What the fuck is that?" BY the time Manny had finished his sentence parts of the building had dropped all over the place, then soon everything seemed to have collapsed from where they came from back. Manny was quiet at first, still trying to process what had just happened. After he had a moment to think, he spoke. "I have seen all sorts of crazy things in my years, and all sorts of random lucky events. But I think this takes the cake Alexander." Alexander came up with a basic plan of regrouping and figuring out the situation. Also, the hole might get bigger so that was also a good reason to move the hell on.
Manny would follow his fellow old man deeper into the complex, they couldn't stay there forever. Staying meant best case scenario they would be in a destroyed structure when the dead arrived. It was scary to think about, Manny didn't really have a lot left in him before he would need to rest a bit. Eventually the two caught up to one of the younger girls. Alexander explained the situation in short to her, and then they would be ready to move on. "I hope he find what we need soon, I don't like the idea of staying here longer then I have too. This building gives me the creeps."
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