Name: Gerard Taylor
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Weapons:
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AK-74 with PSO-1 scope-
Beretta M9-
CrowbarEquipment:
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Backpack-210 5.45x39mm cartridges (30x5 magazines + 60 in a box)
-90 9x19mm cartridges (15x4 magazines + 30 in a box)
-Gun cleaning kits for both guns
-Food and drinks for 3 days
-Painkillers
-Roll of bandages
-Medical alcohol
-Pen & pad
-Duct tape
-Poker deck
-MP3 player
Clothes: (see picture provided + converse shoes)
Bio: Gerard was born and raised in Buffalo, New York to Jason and Natalie Taylor. He is an only child, so needless to say he was a bit spoiled, but he grew up right and developed a strong moral compass. He was always pretty smart, and he bested a lot of the kids in his class, and he ended up getting picked on a bit throughout elementary and middle school. The harassing pretty much stopped around high school, and he found a lot of people whom he could call friends. For graduation, he went on a field trip to Niagara Falls, along with several others in his class. Unfortunately, none of his friends joined him on that particular trip, but it turned out that a high school in Toronto had done the same for their senior class, and he met a girl named Amy from there. The two hit it off almost immediately and they pretty much spent the rest of the trip together.
At the end of the day, they traded emails and phone numbers and went home. It was also at this time that his dad had given him an AK-74 with a scope and a couple hundred rounds of ammo as a graduation gift. Unfortunately, with college and various other things coming up, he never really got the time to try it. He spent the next two years in community college since it was cheap and he could afford it without working his ass off, thus giving him some time to go somewhere with Amy every few weeks. In the next two years, they grew really close, and eventually Gerard thought about proposing to her. At one point, he went out and started window shopping for a ring that he could get for her. He didn't have the money for one as it was, but he wanted to get an idea of the selection he had.
It wasn't until he got home that day that he learned about the pandemonium in Toronto. Amy had sent him an email detailing violence in the streets, people biting each other, and police forces being overrun. He promised her that he would come get her and immediately got in his car and headed for the border. When he got to the border, he was immediately turned away by both Canadian and U.S. authorities, saying that Canada had just declared a state of emergency and that the borders were closed to anyone entering Canada. He turned around and turned on a local news station. He began hearing reports of the violence spreading to Buffalo and several upstate New York towns, as well as the CDC calling it an epidemic. Gerard wasted no time in grabbing his rifle and holing up in his room as soon as he got home.
He waited out what sounded like the apocalypse for a few days before things quieted down. On several occasions he thought he heard something inside his house, but he never checked for fear of being spotted. He was lucky enough no one searched his room, and even if they tried he had his rifle pointed at the door nearly constantly. He checked his email periodically and was constantly worried about Amy, but shortly after the first day, his internet cut out, and he hadn't gotten any messages in the hours leading up to that point. Once the initial pandemonium calmed down, Gerard opened his door and saw that his house was ransacked. Not a drop of water nor crumb of bread were left in his house, except for what he brought into his room; all canned foods. He only had about one more day's worth of consumables, which was part of the reason he left his house. He would've left for Toronto to find Amy right then and there if his car hadn't been stolen, so he instead started making the trek on foot. He couldn't help but note how quiet it was, almost nothing could be heard. That is, until he set off a burglar alarm in one of the houses.
He found the source of the alarm and destroyed it, but then he heard the sound of hundreds of footfalls making their way towards the house. He climbed to the roof and saw tons of people running towards the house, spattered with blood and covered with wounds of various types, making sounds that could only be described as blood-curdling. He realized these people were no longer people and he needed to get out as quickly as he could. He began running from roof to roof, trying to evade the growing horde of zombies. He didn't try shooting them, since he knew it would just attract more and be a waste of ammo. Eventually, he tried to just lay low, and after a while the crowd began to disperse. He took this as a good time to head to the border.
He walked for three days to Toronto, and then to her house. What he found made his heart wrench and his stomach turn. She laid dead on her bed with an empty bottle of pills on her nightstand and a note, no doubt the last thing she had ever written. He read it, and then he began to cry. She had waited for a week for Gerard to get there, and the date written on the note was the very day he had arrived. Gerard cursed himself, knowing that she would still be alive if he had gotten there just a little sooner. He lost his will to live, and rested his chin on the muzzle of his rifle, his thumb on the trigger. He began putting pressure on the trigger, until he felt the hammer click. Confused, he opened the breech and saw that he had never chambered a bullet. He took this as a wakeup call and made a solemn vow to keep on living, for Amy.
He made a ghetto grave marker and dug a grave to bury Amy's body, then he grabbed whatever supplies were at Amy's house and left. He has been surviving and gathering supplies in Toronto ever since.
Relationship Status: Single.