Age: 31
Occupation: Police Officer/ S.W.A.T
Family life: Married. Spouse whereabouts unknown. Has one twin brother.
Lauren Mitchell - Wife (Planning to introduce her later on).
Zach Mitchell - Brother (May introduce. May not.)
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Weight: 185 lbs
Blood type: O
Immune: Unknown
Gear:
Osprey Atmos 65 Medium Backpack:
-Emergency Survival Blanket
-Can Opener
-Bedroll
-Small Tool Kit
-Various medical scavenged medical supplies
-Compass
-Hydration Sack
-Water Filter
-Police weaponry gear
-Canned food
Indian-styled hatchet
Glock G30S
Picture:
Bio: Born into a family of politicians within Washington D.C. with his brother Zach, he and his twin both, at an early age, were a handful of trouble for their parents. Neither wanted anything to do with that life, for each both had ambition to protect the country with will and strength versus words and arguments.
While Zach chose to go serve in the Marine Corps after his high school graduation, Zach chose a more domestic way to protect the United States. He joined the Police Department within the country’s capitol. As his experience within District One’s jurisdiction grew, Marcus was put in for SWAT screening as he ran the battery of test, which included a psychological test, physical test, and aptitude. With each category exceeding the minimal requirements, he went into the advanced training back at the academy as his already honed skills from the field were complimented by SWATs training regime.
With the completion of SWAT training, Marcus returned to his normal duties though extra conditioning sessions were done in his free time or a designated time with other members of SWAT. Though there were a few times he was asked to suit up, many of his responses were to domestic dealings. However, that all changed on the year 2017.
While enjoying a silent family reunion, for his brother had just returned stateside, troubling accounts had begun circulating around the District Police Departments, for homicidal rates had began to increase. Fearing the worst, District had recalled all officers back to the station. SWAT was to suit up, patrols were to be increased, for these series of murders had to be dealt with immediately.
Even with the increased military and law enforcement presence, nothing could have prepared them to deal with the panic. Marcus saw surrounded in pure pandemonium as he and his fellow squad members tried to hold back what the government had labeled as ‘Infected’. Even with the bullets slamming into their flesh, Marcus was appalled, for no human could have withstood the punishment that these ‘infected’ were enduring.
Losing contact with his brother, whom was stationed at a USAMIIRD base within D.C., Marcus and all surviving officers quickly succumbed to the infected horde as the perimeter that they were told to hold collapsed. The line had been lost.
Scout