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Short Physical Description: About 6 feet tall yet slimmer than most people, he looks wiry and tough. He has brown normal length heir and is not muscled yet not fat.
An equal number of negative descriptors: Weak sense (short sighted but only to the degree that he can't read (he can clearly define people)), Inept: Electrician
Possessions: Crowbar (in sling on waist), 9mm Beretta ((20 bullets) in pocket), combat knife (in sheath on right leg), one bandage (in pocket), 3 candy bars (in pocket)
Backpack: Glasses (in metal case), daily contact lenses (in small, slim boxes, enough to last about 2 months), portable toolbox, canned food, 5 bottles of water, 20 candy bars, can opener, 10 packs of 4 in one AA batteries, 1 box of matches, 1 pack of cigarettes, one flip lighter (steel), one bottle of minor disinfectant, one box of bandaids .
Toolbox: Hook hammer, 2 boxes of nails, 2 different screwdrivers, a chisel, a tape measure (metal and retractable), a adjustable spanner, .
Zak starts out in his family home (2 stories), after waiting for his family to return from going out to a dance recital (he wanted to stay home) the zombies have come out in force and he decided on taking preemptive action and formed a barricade from furniture across the long uphill driveway. The house was on a slope, and the driveway was relitivly steep, as well as the entire house and driveway was fenced off by a sturdy wood fence, but had no front gate. He decided to search the small shed in the backyard for things he could use and found the following: A hook hammer, two different screwdrivers, a axe, a crowbar, some nails, a power drill, his old mountain bike (with helmet) and a portable toolbox to put most of the stuff in.
After a while of waiting for his family to return, and after running a bit low on food, he decided to head into town to search for his family. He knew that they were heading to a hall near the libary so after packing his school backpack with the toolbox (with all the tools in it), some canned food, 5 bottles of water (his family had a strange habit of keeping most water bottles after buying them so they could use them again), enough daily contact lenses to last him for weeks, his glasses in their tough metal case, and the crowbar, he dressed warmly in his fathers steel capped work boots (old yet durable), thick socks, jeans, a T-shirt and thick wool jumper over top (underneath a tough jacket) and his trusty worn cap (after he trimmed his hair short as he didn't want a zombie to grab it (Smart)). He slung his axe into a makeshift sling next to the backpack which he put on over the jacket, pulled the barricade aside as rode down the driveway and away from his home.
He was wearing contacts today as he didn't want to wreck his glasses by chance, and was riding along at a decent rate, outpacing the odd zombie, while swerving around the rare car in the street. They seemed wrecked and abandoned, as well as empty so he didn't waste his time looking in them. As looked ahead, he remembered that he didn't pack a map, and he was already lost in the suburbs. He thought to himself, as he rode, that he would have to keep away from the city center if he could help it, as there was bound to be more zombies that way, and he wasn't sure about his combat ability. He also knew that, by his own personal standards, that he was unfit and shouldn't confront too many zombies at once, so he must use his brain to the maximum extent if he was to survive.
He swerved around another wrecked car, giving it a wide berth just in case of a lurking zombie, and saw that he had arrived by some stores without realising it. There was a bakers, a butchers, a car wash and , most suprisingly, a hardware store. A golden opportunity to find something useful, he thought to himself. There was more zombies around now, and he quickly stopped in front of the hardware store, pushing the bike in though the doors and taking off his helmet inside. Drawing the crowbar out from his backpack after putting the bike against the counter, he climbed on top of it to check over the other side for zombies. Seeing nothing, he hopped down on the other side and looked in the asiles, and seeing one zombie chewing on what looks like a poor elderly man. Knowing that the axe would be useless in such a narrow space, he snuck up on the zombie, which was luckly facing away from the counter, crowbar at the ready.
He was careful of where he placed his feet, and eventually got in range for a good solid hit. Pulling back and then lashing out using his whole body (just like in baseball he thought), he slammed the crowbar down on the zombie's head, caving it in on one blow. Suprised of himself, he checked behind him for sneaking zombies (Smart) and then smashed the old mans head in for good measure, just in case. A couple of hits later on both corpses, he was finsihed and saw that the old man was dressed a bit like a hunter that he once read in a magazine. He also had a neat jacket, the one with lots of pockets on the front he said to himself. Looking at his own jacket, he might as well take it even if it only serves his own purposes, so he took his off and replaced it with the slightly bloodstained hunter's jacket. Smilling at himself as he found that it fit pretty good, and even more as he saw that it had drawstrings on the inside.
'I knew I came in here for something...' he murmured to himself, stopping sudddenly when he realised that he was talking to himself an aweful lot lately. Was he just slightly paranoid?
'Im not sure about that.' he said as he looked around the store for equipment, seeing that the jacket also had some stuff in its pockets. He checked them all and found, to his delight, that one contained a 9mm Beretta, and another had some 2 full clips, each with 8 bullets each. He checked the clip in the beretta and seeing that it had 3 bullets, he pulled the slide back to find another one in the chamber. Putting the loose bullet back in the half empty (or is that half full?) clip he went back to check the elderly mans pockets. He found a couple of candy bars, and even found what looked like a combat knife, which was bloodied up to near the hilt, proof that it was quite durable.
'Wow, this guy was loaded up. Too bad he was caught by suprise...' he said outloud as he stepped back. After wiping the knife clean on the trowsers of the old man and taking off a leg sheath for the knife of the corpse before putting it on, he loaded one of the fresh clips into the beretta (which was probably looted form a dead policeman) and looked around the asiles for anything useful. He found: Some more nails, a chisel, what looked like the remains of the bladed section, a tape measure and a adjustable spanner. Putting them all in the toolbox he carried, except for the remains of course, he smashed open a nearby vending machine for candy bars and took some of them.
'Always good to have a bit of sugar in you.' he reasoned with himself as he left out the back, leaving his bike and helmet, and entered the car wash. Car wash means cars, right? And cars means maps and transportation, right? Surely there must be a car or truck he could open in here somewhere? He entered the office, pistol at the ready, even though he had no past experience with firearms, it was that or the crowbar in this tight space. He sighed and took out the crowbar anyway, putting away the gun. He best conserve his ammo as best he could. Readying the crowbar, he saw keys hanging on the office wall, snatching what looked like car keys (Smart), he proceeded out into the foyer.
There was a single zombie there, and he decided to test to see if his axe could take the wear of splitting skulls. Putting the crowbar carefully on the ground, so not to alert the zombie, he silently drew his axe, checking behind him as he did so. Seeing nothing except for what he had already been in, he pulled back with the axe and slammed it into the zombies head, aiming for the temple but hitting slightly above that. Thankfully, due to his chopping wood at his grandfathers place in another city, he hit the zombie using the blade of the axe, even though it was a tough swing. The axe split the zombies head open, cleaving its way into its brain with ease. It fell to the ground without a sound, and twitched slightly before becoming still. Zak tried to pull the axe out of its head by moving it back and forth and finally hit bad luck. The axe was old, and since it had been in the shed for quite a while, the handle broke off near the head.
Stunned at what happened, he lifted the broken end to see it better. It had completely broken, though age and bad condition, and was now useless, since he didn't know how to repair such things. Dropping the handle on the ground, he picked up his crowbar and proceeded out into the carpark.
Seeing no zombies, he checked under the cars for any lying there (Smart). Nothing. Quickly jogging over to a van nearby, he tried all the keys. Nothing once again. He decided to look in all the cars windows to see if there was anything he could use first, before trying to unlock any. Checking in all the cars, he saw nothing useful. Finally, checking in a truck, he won the survivor jackpot! 2 Gascans were sitting in the back of the truck, and it looked like the truck was good enough to run over zombies too. Trying all the keys, he found one that fit! Must have been a workers truck, you ponder as you slip into the drivers seat, closing the door behind you. You check the glovebox and find nothing useful, except for some cigarettes and a flip lighter (Steel). Pocketing both, you start the truck, praying for the truck to be full with lovely fuel, and grinning widely as the engine rolls over and starts quickly. Checking the fuel guage, you see that it is 3/4 full and grin again.
Pulling out of the carpark of the carwash, you run over 2 zombies, and suddenly stop infront of the hardware store, realising that you have missed something! You lock the truck after you get out, run over into the store, dodging a zombie's lunge, and enter the store one more time. You grab what you wanted, 10 packs of AA batteries, and look for a flashlight for them. Finding none, you put the batteries in your backpack, and leave, giving a fond farewell to the mountain bike you had rode here. Running back to the truck, you fumble the keys into the lock, jump in and slam the door shut, just in time for a zombie to run against it. Locking the doors from the inside, you start the truck again and throw your backpack on the passenger seat next to you. Eating a candy bar, you secure your crowbar in the now vacant axe sling, and drive away into the suburbs, going east.
Checking the backseats as you drive, you find nothing of interest, and keep driving. You eventually come to a stop infront of a two story house, and as it is getting late you park the truck in the open garage, grab your bag and hop out. You find the door switch for the garage, and press it, watching the street as the door closes. You enter the house by the garage, crowbar at the ready, knife strapped to your leg in its holster. Crowbar raised, you check all nooks and crannys on the bottom floor, locking doors and windows as you go. Finding no zombies hiding, or anyone else, you check all the doors and windows again, locking those that you missed. You proceed upstairs, and do the same thing without making a sound. Finding nothing, you lock the windows for upstairs and draw the blinds and curtains for most windows so not to attract unwanted attention form the zombies outside.
You search the house for supplies and equipment and find some cans of food, some perishables in the fridge along with some milk and juice, a largish jug full of water and some newspapers. Checking the headlines, you find nothing of interest and proceed to search the bedrooms. You find a digital watch, which still works and by the looks of it can glow in the dark at the press of a button, on a small table next to the master bed. Finding nothing of interest left in the bedroom, you put on the watch and grab a set of durable looking clothes from the closet that looks like they can fit you. You put them in your backpack and proceed to the bathroom. You fill the bath with water, just incase you are here for awhile, and check the medicine cabnet. You smile when you find a pack of bandaids and a single bandage, as well as a bottle of disinfectant of some kind, minor stuff judging by looking at the label (Smart). You put all three in your pockets and backpack, which is getting a bit full by now. Checking the rest of the house only gives you a sense of paranoia and a box of matches.
You go upstairs with the backpack, leaving it in a bedroom upstairs, and head back downstairs for something to eat. You take out a can opener, which you remind yourself to keep, and open a can of beans. Taking the loaf of bread from the freezer next to the fridge, you toast 2 slices in the nearby toaster. While its cooking, you check the doors, and put a table against the front door, and upon finding a side door out the laundry, you push a washing machine in front of it to block that as well. Eating your beans on toast, you head upstairs after checking the doors and windows again and take the keys out of the ignition for the truck. You go to sleep in a bedroom upstairs, with your crowbar and pistol next to you.
You wake up in the morning, and by the look of the watch its about 8:37 AM in the morning. You get up, putting the pistol back in your pocket, and the crowbar back in its sling. You decide to get rid of your spare clothes as they aren't an improvement on the ones your wearing now. As you strap on the leg holster for your knife, you look out the window to the street. No zombies on the street, though you can see movement in some dark spots. You put in a fresh set of contacts and head down stairs.
As you eat breakfast, made up of perishable food and a candy bar with water from the jug to wash it down, you can see smoke coming from toward the center of town. Quite a large fire by the looks of it. You finish your breakfast, pack your backpack, fill some pockets with equipment and some candy bars as well as the bandage, check your boots, refill your water bottles and check outside for zombies by the garage. Seeing none nearby, you enter the garage, unlocking the truck and putting your backpack in the back next to the cans of gas. You check them as a precaution and find that they are full to the brim. Happily you open the garage door, beretta at the ready. Seeing nothing pounce at you from the shadows, you hop in the truck, lock the doors after you get in (better safe than sorry) and reverse out, running over a zombie as you do so. Grinning, you decide to leave the garage door open but the enterance to the house from the garage closed, and drive toward the smoke.
Some time later, you pull up infront of the wreck of a building that was once the libary, shaking your head at the waste of knowledge. It suddenly hits you that the hall that your family went to is nearby, and you search the neighbourhood carefully, searching for its destinctive roof. You find it and enter quickly, seeing that there are zombies down the street. As you enter, you see on a noticeboard in the foyer a note addressed to you. It says:
Zak,
Gone to garrison. Meet you there. Take no more than 10 days from when we left home to get there. See you soon.
Love,
Mom, Dad, Alex (his sister).
Upon reading this, his hopes jumped up to a new high. If they were going to this garrison place, then they must be going to leave the city! They were most likely safe by now, but there was a problem. He didn't know where it was and he was lost without a map, he didn't need to drive around much because his parents mostly used the car, so he had no real sense of where he was. Still, his family was safe, and that was all that mattered to him. Taking the note and tucking in a jeans pocket, he left and got back in the truck. Somehow, he needed to find his way around the city, but if he was to miss the deadline, about 4 days from now including today, he would be stuck in this god forsaken city. He needed help, and his best chances of living were to be in a group. Having this in mind he drove off, after seeing some tire tracks in the snow, and decided to follow them.
What you want to do: Find help.
Where you want to go: Follow tire tracks.
What your goal is: Finding survivors (first), Survive (second).
How you're going to approach your goal: As quickly as possible while being quiet.
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