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[UristMcWanderer]

Civilian

Thomas "Tom" Jackson
Competition Target Shooter

Huge gun nut, knows all sorts of facts about all sorts of different guns. Fired everything from a .22 to a .50-caliber Barrett M82, and pretty much every damn thing in between

I'm too bored to make a detailed bio or some shiz like that.

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Tom raises his raises hand, saying "I'll go with him. Always nifty to have a companion in case things go bad."

[Immortal]

As the plague hit many people had no time to pillage houses and most tenants had died too quickly to eat their pantries of food. It started as a mass virus, and soon after the living people near the initial sites became rabid and violent. Total populations destabilized, martial law was quickly called. Scientists tried to work quickly but it all fell apart too fast. The best they came up with was a gene screening to see who was susceptible to the virus. With the quick plague spreading everythiing was left mostly  intact, that is except for the blood vomiting insane people.

The group looks around and everyone migrates towards the kitchen except a few. "Well the power hasn't gone out yet. We need to make use of it and I'm starving," Michelle begins emptying the fridge. With the electricity still running for the time being most of the fridge is set cooking and the perishables are close to cleaned out. The group seems slightly relaxed, luckily this building wasn't cleaned out.

Three people head to the roof while the others cook. From there they can see desolate streets as far as the eyes go. A few plumes of black smoke are rising out around the city. To the north the city thins and the skyline dips lower to the ground. To the south the skyline is torn by massive buildings and what is essential the sprawled out city centre. You here gun shots echo in the quiet city.. somewhere to the east, and more from the building the other group seemed to run into.

[Remuthra]

Civilian
Joe Bridger
Conspiracy Theorist
Spoiler: He's a crazy old guy!

[Gotdamnmiracle]

"Hmph. Who knew top ramen and canned soup could hit the spot so well? So, let's start scouting for a way out of here. C'mon, I'll go."

[GreatWyrmGold]

"Shouldn't we wait for the recon folks to get back first?"

[Remuthra]

"Oy, get outta me fridge, ye scavengers!"

[Tsuchigumo550]

"I haven't eaten so well in a while..."
Bring up toe topic of arming ourselves.

"We all need something to use. I'd pick a crowbar, but lugging that thing around... Eugh. A 2 by 4 would be an easier choice...

[Immortal]

After the crew on the roof returns everyone begins eating and a small feast is had. The group is noticeably more relaxed. "So should we arm ourselves? I mean our useless armed escort is gone, " Alice poses the question to the group around the table of dirty dishes. "Well everyone check the rooms, see what you can find and bring it back here, " Gordon stands up and lays his pistol on the table, "If anyone has fired a gun now is the time to speak up." (There may be 2 more people with weak firearms training, so claim the skills). The group spreads out with a full stomach and scours the flat. People slowly return dropping items on the table, the table becomes cluttered. "Soo, uh, who takes what?" One of the group inquisitively say as he returns tossing a metal shower rod on the table. Three large kitchen knives, some coat hangers, a baseball bat, a chin up bar, some weights, a hammer in a small home tool box are all found, and what seems to been part of a bed post are cluttering the table along with an assortment of household items. The last member returns with a bottle of bleach and another of ammonia and sets them near himself saying, "who knows what we'll run into out there."

Spoiler: Skill Stuff (click to show/hide)

When opportunity arises to use objects, I will possibly give up skills to gain. It would be great if you would stick to character, and if you already have a skill don't claim more until everyone else has one. Other way to get major skills is events. If you picked a bland vocation I'll try to help you out, maybe you had hobbies? Feel free to add back story during your turns. I'll start posting up what I have tracked after turns end soon.

[scapheap]

"I'll take the bed post"

[Gotdamnmiracle]

"I'll take this." Michelle says casually grabbing the chin up bar and sliding in out of the slats it was attached to for fitting into doorways, becoming a steel rod with two open ends. Michelle swings it slowly as if she were hitting a baseball "Oh yeah. This will do nicely. Alright, so We have scouted out our building. What are our possible exits?"

[McMagma]

"I have fired a gun." Carl declares.

[Remuthra]

"I got a knife in the back for killing megalodons."

[GreatWyrmGold]

"Of course you do. I've had experience with guns, of course, being in the military. Fair to assume that we've decided by consensus to stay for the night?"

[Tsuchigumo550]

I'll take the shower rod. Seems sturdy enough, I guess. Good enough for a pry-bar." says Alice.

"I've never fired a gun before, but I know about them. If no one else takes one..."

[UristMcWanderer]

Tom says, "I'll take the baseball bat. Played baseball in high school, and I could probably whack a zombie's head just as if it were a pitched ball. The bat also looks pretty sturdy, to boot." He picks up the bat, and slowly swings it as though he were hitting a fastball.

Tom also claims, "I've also got a lot of experience with guns. I've shot calibers of all sorts, and I know tons of facts about most guns in existence. I also carry around..." Tom reaches towards a holster on his right hip, but panics as he feels it empty. "Oh, shit! I coulda SWORN I had it with me... I probably dropped the thing someplace outside." He quietly mumbles to himself, "Doesn't matter, I'll find something to replace it."