"You got it chief." You hastily salute and exit. You head out, to the elevator, and down to the 2nd floor. You see several rooms filled with all sorts of filing cabinets and shelves. Soon enough a door is labeled
Armory. You step inside, and see rows of various weaponry and armor all on display. After marveling at it, you snatch up an M4 Assault Rifle, and put on some Riot Armor. You look over in the mirror, and see you look a lot like the S.W.A.T. people.
You leave the building and head to Billington St. Once you get there, the crowd parts a little for you. You step up to the S.W.A.T. officers.
"I'm here from Dalton Sec. I'm supposed to go with you guys." You hand over your I.D. An veteran officer with emblems on his chest armor inspects it.
"Yep, your with us, James Thompson. I'm Captain Pierre." He stretches saying your name out a little bit.
"Alpha team, let's go!" He starts to move down the street, with you and several officers following.
You make your way down Billington St. The street is usually bustling, being in the hub of downtown and all, but now it's eerily deserted. One young officer mutters,
"Man, this is creepy....hey, does this place seem more...red to you guys?" All of the officers look around. You do to. Nothing is incredibly out of place red, but he is right, everything in this street seems to be emitting a red hue or glow.
"Just keep moving boys," says Captain Pierre.
You all march down the street, until you all see something. A man, running at you. Every gun goes up instantly. Captain Pierre yells,
"This is the Sharence Village S.W.A.T. team! Stand down or we will open fire!" The man just roars a beastly roar as he runs at all of you with an animalistic gait. As he comes closer, you see parts of his body are broken and torn, and he has bleeding wounds at various parts of his body. You notice his wounds are the same color of the material you used when you absorbed James Thompson.
The officers open fire, and he goes down in an instant, falling to the ground. One officers exclaims
"Jesus Christ! We're dealing with fucking zombies!" Captain Pierre lets out a small chuckle.
"Don't be ridiculous, besides, there's no way we're dealing with zombies." In a quieter, more uneasy voice Pierre adds,
"Besides....zombies can't run......" Everyone and everything goes deathly quiet as he says this. The silence is only temporary, and soon you all hear roars and see more disfigured people coming down the isle. Pierre yells,
"OPEN FIRE!"Name: Alex Rayne
Age: 17
Sex: M
Background: We were just an average teenager, Getting B's and C's. But, one day, we were on the Internet and saw an ad for a job at Cost-a-lot, the grocery store. We had never heard of the place but we decided to give it a try. Oh, how stupid we were. Well, the place to meet the "employer" was an alley. We were knocked out cold when we arrived. Now, we don't know what really happened, all we know is that it was bad.
Items:
Black Hoodie - Has a Red Dragon on the back.
Red Shirt - Displays Soviet Union Insignia: A hammer and a sickle.
Black Pants
Current Disguise: James Thompson
Age: 22
Sex: M
Background: Grew up in Sharence Village. Worked as a Security Guard until his death.
Items:
Very Light Body Armor
Black Pants
White Shirt
Black Hat
Black Shoes
Taser
Pepper Spray
8mm Bradly Pistol
Wallet
Security Officer I.D.
P.R.O.T.O.T.Y.P.E. Attributes:
0 AP available.
0 PP available.
Offense: Level 1
Agility: Level 1
Defense: Level 1
Survival: Level 1
Senses: Level 2
Stealth: Level 2