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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 .
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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!
Manny was sound asleep, it felt like the best sleep he had gotten in years. Though mostly that was because he hadn't had a decent bed in who knows how long. In his dream he was just coming into his former dental office. Clean, and as pretty as it always was. He had put his heart and soul into this place, and it was thriving. He told himself he would retire someday, though he didn't have any plans on doing so for a while as he was still in great health, and worked more or less reasonable hours. Manny had arrived early that day, he noticed over the last few days the there have been a lot of traffic adding hours to his drive to work in some cases. SO he figured arrive a couple hours early, clean the place up, make some good coffee, and maybe reorganize the files he said he would organize last year.
Finding his way into his office he was stunned to say the least. His office was trashed, as if someone had pillaged it a dozen or so times for anything valuable. "What the actual fuck." He didn't swear often, but this had pissed him off. He left his office nice and clean the night before and now some piece of shit broke in during the night and ransacked his office. Furious he turned to get his phone from his bag so he could call the police, stopping in his tracked. The rest of the building was trashed now too, it looked looted clean as well, but this time it looked as if a war had gone through, killing everything in it's path. Blood was splattered on the walls, gunshot holes were present all over the place, a body at the end of the hall...
What had happened? What the hell had just happened? That was all Manny could get through his mind. He ran as fast as he could toward the body on the floor. He couldn't figure out who they were, no one else was supposed to be here yet? Getting closer he could see nurses garbs. "Oh god... Oh god no." Getting down by them he checked for a pulse, he couldn't find one. SO he turned over the body of the nurse to see their face. In his panicked state he couldn't register it at first, but he still seemed to be moving. "Jimmy?" Manny said softly. The body replied slowly, and weakly. "Ya let us die ya stupid Sonava Bitch." Manny, startled fall backwards and crawled back. His former nurse's face was half gone, and his neck torn out. "Oh god Jimmy..." He was still backing up but he wanted to help him so badly. "YA LET ME DIE! YOU LET ME KILL SUSAN!" The screams were deafening.
Manny stood up now, backed to a wall as Jimmy came closer. "Do whatchya should've done all them years 'go. Ya knew what would happen ta me. Do it ya old Bastard." Manny was confused at first, he was scared. He knew what he was talking about, but he still wasn't registering what he should be doing. Not until his ancient looking double barrel found its way to his hands, the end of the barrel soaked in blood. "No... No I can't Jimmy." Manny was on the verge of tears. Things were making sense now. "DO ET!" The walking corpse screamed as it charged him. Manny, out of instinct fired both barrels out of the shotgun, but instead of the usual buckshot, it sent out a wave of blood and bone that vaporized Jimmy to a pile of gore against the walls. Manny stood there for a moment in shock, then threw away the gun. The old man slid down the wall to a sitting position listening to the voices of those he let down. Back in reality, he has barely moved a muscle, he's an old man running on sleep deprivation and Adrenalin. A good night sleep would do him.
Alexander had found enough water to keep them all going a while. That was probably the best thing Manny could have seen right now, he felt almost like collapsing, and the idea of decent water was a nice boost in moral. Though exhausted he still had more to do. He'd need to rest soon but he hated letting his age show. Looking around though, he wasn't in a position to drop from exhaustion. Sleep, maybe. But they were not in a position to have another person to keep watch over. Manny spent what energy he had left putting up blankets and setting the mattress against the glass door. Manny spoke trying to get Beatrice's attention. "If the weather holds like this, do you think what we have here will be enough?" He wasn't sure if they could do any better, but fortifying the place may not go as well with the conditions outside and the lack of resources inside.
Once Manny did what he could he found a spot on the floor to lay down. "We'll need to start planning our next move soon. Do we stay here? Do we move on? And how do we go about either. Because with how things are going, I don't think we'll be able to keep up like this much longer." They were good at what they did, but they were doing a lot. They have two people missing limbs, an old man with the endurance of a dying turtle, and two woman who were left to pick up the rest. "Who knows, maybe Thana will come back with the remnants of the army. We'll all get a hot meal, and I can pick up my old hobbies again. Granted, I was never any good at them." He said with a chuckle.
Manny stayed awake for a little longer, soon just falling asleep. Sleep was hard for him at times. Tonight he was so exhausted that he didn't even care he was on the floor. Though he would most likely curse himself out for that in the morning for being so stupid. But right now, it just felt so good to close his eyes, and forget that the world was over. Tonight, it was good to relax, and not have to worry about a thing. For a moment, he even pictured some fonder memories of his life.
Thalia had woken up rather suddenly, enough so that Manny had one hand on his shotgun before he realized what had happened. Though ti didn't move at all, he was ready for the worst. "Dammit... You scared the living shit out of me. Glad to see you're still alive though." She wasn't int he clear yet, though waking up is a good sign. Meant she still had enough fight in her to pull through this, and seems like an infection hasn't set in. So overall, a win. All things considering. "I'm afraid we lack pain killers, but if we look around I think we can find alcohol or something. My first Husband always said that worked just as well if you had enough of it." Manny said with a simple laugh.
Manny eventually heard the call of duty. Box springs and mattresses. Normally he wasn't the kind of person pulled for this, but he was the only other person with all their limbs, so guess he was the perfect person for the job. "Yeah I can help out with that. Heart finally slowed down enough so my head could keep up." He would still need to keep an eye on Thalia, but as long as a fever dind't break out, she should be fine. That was his main concern. That, and booze sounded great right about now. No idea why everyone was so obsessed with the canned O's. Alcohol was where the real fun was at.
Manny found himself staring at Thalia's wound again. He didn't want to, he just couldn't help but look at what he had done. Every few minutes or so he would find himself staring, then he would snap back out of it, only to keep looking. He was no trauma surgeon, but he was closer then most people still alive on the planet. Didn't help that many doctors found themselves on the fronts with the soldiers to help with the chaos. Lot of good that did. God, he needed Thalia to pull through. Manny wasn't sure he could keep up the stress of watching the people he tried to save die in front of him while he moves on barely touched.
When Alexander started talking to him Manny needed a moment to think, he was still fixated on that damn stub. "If she's lucky, a couple days. Should help past the worst of the pain. Though if we're lucky, tonight or tomorrow. We'll need her functional as soon as possible. But this is a little above where my training capped off, for all I know she wont wake up." He stopped to breath, then started to realize his tone. "She's stable though, and I have seen people pull their way back from much worse then this. Knowing her, I'd say she'd recover and probably just hit things twice as hard with her remaining hand just to make up for the missing hand." He left out the part where they would fall into states of depression and start developing suicidal tendencies. Not all did, but this kind of thing did leave people feeling... less then themselves.
Thalia was reacting to her dreams though, Manny wasn't sure if that was good or not. Could she feel the pain she was in right now? Beatrice eventually got his attention. "The wind is definitely a problem, I lived a bit further south from here and this entire state is prone to hurricanes, some worse then others. We'll need to move Thalia to a room without windows like you said, if we can't find one, then we'll need a room that will be easy to board up the windows. We could all hunker down in the bathroom, but it's most likely a small room with little space, let alone enough to lay someone down." He also didn't like the idea that any moment now, a hoard of walkers could wonder their way to the house and they wouldn't know it until it was too late to run. Especially if they were in a room that was sealed off. It would protect them from the storm but only prevent them from seeing the undead.
Manny grabbed his shotgun and hung it from it's sling on his back. "I agree, we need to take more precautions against the storm here, Thana going out in it was a foolish choice. But if she thinks it's what we need most now, hopefully she's careful enough to not get killed. Also, someone will need to keep watch. If walkers start heading this way we wont know until they start trying to tear the doors down. That'll put us in a bad situation." If they were really lucky, maybe the storm would die, or maybe soldiers would show up and tell them this whole thing would be over? Manny laughed a little at his internal thought. If there were any soldiers left, then Florida would be a poor place to start. The area isn't great for long term survival for large amounts of people. But who knows, maybe he's wrong.
Sawing off limbs with power tools wasn't what Manny had in mind when he applied to medical school. Mostly he was thinking that he could escape his past, help others better themselves, and make an honest living. Thinking about how things have been, at least he was helping others still. The operation was bloody, messy, and now Manny would be seeing that every time he came into the main room. God, he hated that idea. Getting yet another reminder of what he now has to do just to keep people alive.
When Manny had gotten himself off the floor again Manny was surprised to get a can of canned pasta pressed against his chest. With the simple command of keeping Thalia alive. Simple being a relative term. Once she gave everyone their jobs Manny tried to cut her off. "Is you heading out there really the best idea? We only have a couple able bodies, and now you want to go out and risk your life so carelessly?" He knew why, they needed medical supplies. And who else was there to send out? Who would keep watch? What would they do if Thalia didn't make it? God he hated that idea. "For fucks sake, just be safe. You die we're going to be in a bad spot." He knew nothing he said would change her mind. They needed those supplies anyways.
After she left Manny tried to get Alexander's attention. "Shotgun's against the wall, feel free to use it if need be. Box of shell are right here." He pulled them out, setting them on the counter. Also covered in blood, and whatever else decided to catch the attention of the blade. "We're going to need to figure things out sooner rather then later. Either we need more people, or we will need someplace to bunker down." They had this place for now, but Manny didn't like the idea of staying here anymore. Even with the supplies here.
Location: Quincy, Florida: E9. House, C9 Skills: Fast reflexes, general medical
Thalia had stayed calm overall so far, but she seemed to be getting sick of the petty jokes to keep her calm. What did take Manny by surprise, almost making his old heart skip a beat, was the circular saw that Thana had brought in. "Are you fucking crazy that is the exact opposite of calm and collective! Are you trying to paint the walls red with all natural paint?! Because that's what we're about to do!" We're. Manny knew there wasn't much in terms of options here. Thalia had seconds before it would be too late to do this. "Fuck my life..." Manny spoke with a dead tone, he couldn't let emotions get in the way now. Emotions got people killed.
Everyone else was emotional enough though to keep things moving, that was good. Everyone was comforting, preparing for the worst, preparing for the best, and... Manny was pretty sure flirting. He knew some Spanish, enough that he could follow some conversations, but he was almost sure that there was flirting going on. He never shared that he knew any Spanish, he couldn't speak it well at all, and he could barely understand it. Though it did give him the benefit of knowing what the girls were talking about when they thought he couldn't understand them. He hoped that Thalia and Beatrice could both be happy together. Like all the girls in Manny's life, they scared the ever living shit out of him.
Now, with the saw in hand, and the young girl pinned to the table. Manny would begin. "BRACE!" was all he said. Short enough to get people's attention, but not long enough for Thalia to jerk away. By the time she would instinctively jerk and resist the pain of the now aging saw there would be several people on top of her, keeping her from moving too much. The large circular blade cut through the lower arm like... well a saw through an arm. Sending skin, bone, blood, muscle, and anything else Manny could think of all over. God there was so much. The bleeding would be under control for a little bit, as least as much as could be in this situation, but once the arm was off Manny would have to act fast.
Cut goes through as smoothly as a circular saw can, but then she goes under. "Shit!" He figured this would happen, he wanted to avoid it if possible but at least she wouldn't move now. But this meant he had less time then he would have wanted to stop the bleeding, and there is no way to know for sure if the infection didn't spread or not. God he hoped not. To go through all of that just to still be infected? That would be... probably too much for anyone. Manny got to work sealing the blood vessels with what little he had available to him. Not much, but soon enough the blood stopped flowing. Finally, some good news. "THANA! Get me something to smooth down the bone with, the blood stopped for now but if we don't do something soon she will get infected." Once Thana got the tools from the garage needed to smooth out the bone Manny got started. It was... a longer process then he would have wished, but it was done. After that Manny pulled whatever loose skin he could and made flaps, sewing those together was probably the easiest part of this whole mess.
The whole process took hours to finish, but eventually he was done. The stump was bandaged and would heal eventually. If healed well a prosthetic could be applied in just a week or two. Maybe sooner if it healed up really well. Used up most of the bandages he had left, and it wasn't clean work. But it was done. She should live, and she doesn't have a real fever, so she's not infected. Most likely. So overall, things were.... great. This was one of his more intense doctoring moments, even more so then with Alexander, but overall, he was scared shit less. "God dammit... why couldn't I specialize in beer or something like that. Being a doctor sucks." He actually liked being a doctor, but the stress wasn't good for him.
Location: Quincy, Florida: E9. House, C9 Skills: Fast reflexes, general medical, shotguns
So far no more infected were arriving, thank god for that. Setting the shotgun down against the wall Manny helped Thalia onto the table. Most of it fell to Beatrice as she was a lot more physically able then Manny was,though Manny refused to let it be done alone. "Alexander! Find me something to prop her legs up with! Then get ready to hold her down! I can't have her moving as I get to this!" Manny was... freaked out. Out of all the times he had to do this, he had only gotten it to work once. His general surgery skills were a little aged. Helped when there was a minor lack of infrastructure, but a lack of everything?
Thana said she would be right back with something to cut, thank god. Manny was worried he would have to pull this off with a pocket knife and a hammer. Though he had never done it before he was scared to think about what his options would be. God, what if the screaming brought more walkers? Alexander was one thing, he could move independently, but Thalia? She would need help no matter how well she recovered from this. And between the group they only had 18 bullets, 17 of which were for Manny's shotgun. At least they had walls, a clean enough table, and hopefully the wind would mask the screams as the limb is removed.
He needed more supplies then he had. He had some supplies though, in his bag. Where was his bag? "Beatrice! I need supplies! My bag, find the quick clot Gauss, sharpie, Petrolatum Dressing, compressed bandages, and over night pads! Go!" He needed as much as he could get, there would be a lot of blood. God, there was going to be so much blood. At least Thalia kept up her sense of humor, the damn o'war. Manny didn't care for the canned pastas much. He had watched a video a few years back about those same companies passing a health inspection despite hundreds of cockroaches falling into the pasta. Not something he cared for.
Manny could hear the fear in Thalia's voice as she joked. It scared Manny, but he needed her awake more then he needed her calm. Granted, working on someone asleep is ideal, but with the trauma she is about to receive she may not wake up if she goes under. He wouldn't care too much except he lacked what he needed to make sure that didn't happen. "Thalia? Listen to me. You can have all the bug infested cans of soup you want. Just promise me you'll get a pirate hook alright? Not one of those cheap fuckers either, something strong enough to throw bodies. Something brutal and scary. Got it?" Manny was joking, he didn't care much, but he figured it would make her feel better. And it hopefully gave her something to laugh about. "THANA HURRY THE FUCK UP! WE HAVE SECONDS TO GET STARTED!" Manny was getting loud again. He hated being loud. But he was running out of time, he needed to be started by now.
Location: Quincy, Florida: E9. House, E13 Skills: Fast reflexes, general medical, shotguns
While Manny and Alexander were chatting Alexander had asked if Manny remembered what he had left in his home. Truth be told, he left a lot. Most of his personal documents, targets for his old shotgun, plenty of food, and his own personal supply of medical surplus. Though that was years ago, chances are all that was looted. His office was probably worse off, that would actually be a target for looters, the only thing that might still be there is his car. But the chances were slim it still worked, and he didn't have the keys anymore anyways. Though something did click in his head. "I don't think anything realistically would be left at my office or my home. Nothing of use to us at least. But I was apart of a gun club, so I had somewhere to practice with a shotgun much like the one I have now." He tried to plan it out in his head. "I don't think it would be worth going out of our way for, but if we pass close by I know we could use the guns. The range will lack guns itself for the most part, as it would have been a target for looters too, but the documents that kept addresses and registration forms for the regular members like myself? Those would be untouched most likely. I figure, get a list of people and addresses of people who went shooting a lot, but rarely purchased ammunition, we could probably find at least one person who used to make their own. People rarely loot those supplies." He knew the chances of that working were slim, it would be a lot of trial and error, but speaking in the positive always tended to make things work smoother.
Into their conversation Alexander had brought up his overall dislike for dentists. But how he did like Manny despite that. "Glad to hear that old man, though I have no idea how long we'll be here. If we're lucky we can find an RV or a school bus or something. Anything with a little space and a place to sit comfortably. Somewhere we could also stock up supplies in as we travel in case we actually ever find something." Manny liked that idea, there had been times in the past where his groups would find supplies, and only have the means to bring back part of it. But due to how far out the supplies were they were unable to make another trip out to get them in ways worth the gas. A larger vehicle despite using more fuel would still be worth the trip.
Soon after the conversation had made headway in their conversation Manny had heard the struggle, then the scream. The words he hated to hear. Because it meant bad news no matter the context. Someone had been bit. Best case scenario, they were in shock and scared. But most likely it was he'd have to remove another limb. Worst case scenario... Manny was the only one with a gun that had more then one shot left. He hated that idea, but was there another practical way if it was that bad?
Manny ran over to the scream, it was Thalia with a dead walker at her feet. He could see the wound from where he was at. "Oh my god..." Manny wasn't religious, for a lot of reasons. But if there was one, Manny hoped they listened to his silent prayer, because arm wounds were difficult to tend to someone that was awake. "Blade! Someone get a fucking blade! Biggest one you can get your hands on! Thalia, I am going to need you to breath slowly, and stay calm. Getting too excited will increase your heart rate and drastically increase the odds of you getting infected." Manny setting his shotgun aside started pulling out his medical supplies.
Normally he'd have to give up his belt, but in this case he actually had a tourniquet available to him. Plus, Manny figured no matter how tight he made the belt, it wouldn't stop enough bleeding to actually keep her from bleeding out. Thinking about what he was doing, he had to make sure things were done right, since so much was going to have to be done wrong to save her in time. He took his belt off and tightened it just a little bit past the tourniquet. The belt might not stop bleeding, but it may limit blood flow if his first tie off fails. God he hoped so. "Someone get me something to elevate her legs with dammit!" She was going to lose a ton of blood. She would recover if done right, but elevating her legs may keep her blood pressure up enough to keep her alive.
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.
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