Victor didn't have very many friends, and he preferred it that way. Ed was an exception. He was a young scientist with a bright mind and an eagerness to learn. They had only known each other for a couple years, but had bonded over that time. Ed had even invited Victor over to his house for dinner on several occasions. He had a lovely wife and child, with another on the way. Ed never had a chance to say bye to them. They were halfway across the country, visiting family, when the chaos started. All of his attempts to call them went unanswered.
Those were the things going through Victor's mind in the minutes after he saw Ed's wound. Victor still hadn't said anything, and he wasn't about to either. He knew what needed to be done. There was no cure for this madness, at least not one that was known. Ed still had time left, but there was no point in delaying the inevitable. Best to get it over with now before he realized what was happening.
Their van had sped out of the camp going west, toward I-5. It was easy to follow the trail that another vehicle had blazed on it's way out. Before long they saw a few vehicles in the distance, including a military Humvee, with people standing outside them. Victory calmly held his pistol in his lap as they drew closer.
"Stop right here, Ed." Victor instructed as they got to within 200 feet of the other vehicles.
"I'm glad some other people made it out! Why don't you want to drive up to them? I don't think they're dangerous..." Ed squinted to try and get a better look at who was out there.
Victor raised the gun while Ed was focused on watching the strangers. "You've been a good friend. I'm sorry."
"Wha-?"
A gunshot went off. As blood ran down from his head, Ed's lifeless body slumped forward against the steering wheel and leaned on the horn, causing it to go off. Victor slowly lowered his gun and set it on the dashboard. He sat there, unmoving. As he had no family, this was the first casualty of someone close to him that he'd experienced in this whole mess. He could feel his temper rising as the horn continued to blare.
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Finally have a day off tomorrow. Will get a post up then.
About how many miles away from Camp Pendleton is I-5 and Las Pulgas Rd?
I'm going to try and follow someone. Will need a little help shortly. :p
Victor watched as some of the survivors made it safely in to vehicles and sped off, but he also saw many who didn't make it. The gunfire was dying down at this point, and mostly he only heard screaming now. He struggled to keep pace with Ed, but he fell behind and Ed reached the car pool first and headed towards his black minivan. Victor quickly glanced over his shoulder and was relieved to see there were no corpses giving chase at the moment. It looked like they were going to be part of the handful of lucky ones who made it out alive.
As he reached the van, Ed was standing there with both of the passenger side doors open. "Stop standing there and get the damn van started! I can get in fine!"
Ed raced around to get in the driver seat and Victor hopped out of his wheelchair. He quickly folded it and shoved it in the back door, then dragged himself to the front door. He put one hand on the seat and the other hand on the door and hoisted himself inside. Just as he was lifting himself up, he saw a corpse appear next to the driver side window, which was rolled down at the moment. "Ed! The window!"
Ed turned around in shock as the corpse reached through the open window and grabbed at him. Unlike Victor, Ed had never been a soldier. He had no combat training of any kind and just flailed wildly to try and keep the thing away from him. Victor hurriedly finished hauling himself in the van and reached for the small pistol he carried. He had to wait a few seconds to get a clear shot, with all of the moving around that Ed was doing. But when he saw an opening, he took advantage of it and made the shot count. The corpse jerked backwards and tumbled to the ground as blood poured from it's head.
"Whew, thanks." Ed said, visibly shaken. "That was too close!"
"Just roll up your fucking window and start driving! Follow the rest of the vehicles out of here. I don't know where to go, but that's all we can do right now."
As Ed began to drive, Victor calmed down a little bit. The world was going to hell, but they were safe for now. There had to be something they could do, he just wasn't sure what it was yet. He looked over at Ed, whose hands gripped the steering wheel tightly and eyes were bugged out from what just happened. Victor froze as he noticed something that made his heart sink. There was a fresh, bloody scratch on the back of Ed's neck.
As he reached the van, Ed was standing there with both of the passenger side doors open. "Stop standing there and get the damn van started! I can get in fine!"
Ed raced around to get in the driver seat and Victor hopped out of his wheelchair. He quickly folded it and shoved it in the back door, then dragged himself to the front door. He put one hand on the seat and the other hand on the door and hoisted himself inside. Just as he was lifting himself up, he saw a corpse appear next to the driver side window, which was rolled down at the moment. "Ed! The window!"
Ed turned around in shock as the corpse reached through the open window and grabbed at him. Unlike Victor, Ed had never been a soldier. He had no combat training of any kind and just flailed wildly to try and keep the thing away from him. Victor hurriedly finished hauling himself in the van and reached for the small pistol he carried. He had to wait a few seconds to get a clear shot, with all of the moving around that Ed was doing. But when he saw an opening, he took advantage of it and made the shot count. The corpse jerked backwards and tumbled to the ground as blood poured from it's head.
"Whew, thanks." Ed said, visibly shaken. "That was too close!"
"Just roll up your fucking window and start driving! Follow the rest of the vehicles out of here. I don't know where to go, but that's all we can do right now."
As Ed began to drive, Victor calmed down a little bit. The world was going to hell, but they were safe for now. There had to be something they could do, he just wasn't sure what it was yet. He looked over at Ed, whose hands gripped the steering wheel tightly and eyes were bugged out from what just happened. Victor froze as he noticed something that made his heart sink. There was a fresh, bloody scratch on the back of Ed's neck.
Several soldiers and a couple men in white lab coats sat in a dimly lit room at Camp Pendleton. Their voices began to get louder as they talked, their tempers beginning to flare. Victor Owens put his head in his hands and took a deep breath. He was doing his best to stay calm and not have another angry outburst. It had been the same thing for the past week. They would argue about what was happening, who was to blame and how to resolve the issue. Nothing productive ever came from it though.
Victor sighed and addressed the soldiers, "Look, for the hundredth time, there's nothing we can do here! We have no equipment. If any progress is to be made, we need access to our laboratory. We at least need one of those corpses so we can study it. Maybe then there's a chance at discovering the origin of this madness."
The ranking officer in the room was having none of it. "Those things are all over the place outside this base and we've lost enough good men already! We need answers, not excuses!"
Before the argument could escalate any further, there was a loud noise outside. The sound of gunfire was usually present at the camp, but now it had intensified. Everybody ran, or wheeled, out of the building where their meeting was taking place. A vehicle had blasted through the gate, and now the dead were pouring inside. A vicious battle was taking place, and the humans appeared to be on the losing side. Victor and his colleague, a younger scientist named Ed, were momentarily left alone. "Let's get out of here!" Ed yelled, and he grabbed Victor's arm to try and pull him along. Victor shook his arm free, not wanting to accept any assistance. "I'm going! I'm going!" he barked back at Ed. Victor moved his wheelchair along as fast as his arms could make it go, as the two headed away from the gate and further into the base.
Victor sighed and addressed the soldiers, "Look, for the hundredth time, there's nothing we can do here! We have no equipment. If any progress is to be made, we need access to our laboratory. We at least need one of those corpses so we can study it. Maybe then there's a chance at discovering the origin of this madness."
The ranking officer in the room was having none of it. "Those things are all over the place outside this base and we've lost enough good men already! We need answers, not excuses!"
Before the argument could escalate any further, there was a loud noise outside. The sound of gunfire was usually present at the camp, but now it had intensified. Everybody ran, or wheeled, out of the building where their meeting was taking place. A vehicle had blasted through the gate, and now the dead were pouring inside. A vicious battle was taking place, and the humans appeared to be on the losing side. Victor and his colleague, a younger scientist named Ed, were momentarily left alone. "Let's get out of here!" Ed yelled, and he grabbed Victor's arm to try and pull him along. Victor shook his arm free, not wanting to accept any assistance. "I'm going! I'm going!" he barked back at Ed. Victor moved his wheelchair along as fast as his arms could make it go, as the two headed away from the gate and further into the base.
I'll be making my first post tonight.
Name: Victor Owens
Age: 54
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Family: No living immediate family. His parents are long since deceased. No brothers or sisters.
Personality: Victor has never been much of a people person, and that only became worse after his accident. He's a bitter person, and can be very condescending when he talks to others. He has a certain way of going about things, and doesn't care if he offends someone in the process. For the most part he cares about doing the right thing. Doesn't mind listening to others, as long as they know what they're talking about and have something worthwhile to say.
Bio: Victor had a fairly normal life growing up, though he was never real close with his parents. His father encourage him to join the military, but it felt more like wanting to get Victor out of the house than wanting to see him succeed in life. Once in the army, he didn't have much contact with them. When his dad died, Victor and his mom started talking more often. But a year later she also passed away. By the time he was in his early thirties, Victor had become an accomplished soldier, earning multiple accolades and rising up the ranks.
His life was forever changed one day during a routine training exercise. Another soldier mishandled a grenade and Victor shoved a couple of his friends out of the way to protect them from the explosion, but it cost him his legs. Even though he was hailed as a hero, Victor became a very miserable person. Having always had a sharp mind, he was offered a job as a scientist, and that's what he's been doing for the past twenty years. Just as he was when he was a soldier, Victor excelled at being a scientist and rose up the ladder. He's spent the last couple years working in the secret weapons division, researching new weapons for possible use by the military. Despite still working for them, he holds a grudge against the army.
He was working in his lab when the outbreak happened, and he was quickly escorted to safety along with several of his colleagues. It wasn't easy, considering he's confined to a wheelchair. He's gotten by with help from others, but he despises needing to rely on someone other than himself.
Job Before The Outbreak: Scientist
Disability/Fear: Has no legs, from just above the knee.
Weapon of Choice: Small handgun, bottle of pepper spray
Terminus
Age: 54
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Family: No living immediate family. His parents are long since deceased. No brothers or sisters.
Personality: Victor has never been much of a people person, and that only became worse after his accident. He's a bitter person, and can be very condescending when he talks to others. He has a certain way of going about things, and doesn't care if he offends someone in the process. For the most part he cares about doing the right thing. Doesn't mind listening to others, as long as they know what they're talking about and have something worthwhile to say.
Bio: Victor had a fairly normal life growing up, though he was never real close with his parents. His father encourage him to join the military, but it felt more like wanting to get Victor out of the house than wanting to see him succeed in life. Once in the army, he didn't have much contact with them. When his dad died, Victor and his mom started talking more often. But a year later she also passed away. By the time he was in his early thirties, Victor had become an accomplished soldier, earning multiple accolades and rising up the ranks.
His life was forever changed one day during a routine training exercise. Another soldier mishandled a grenade and Victor shoved a couple of his friends out of the way to protect them from the explosion, but it cost him his legs. Even though he was hailed as a hero, Victor became a very miserable person. Having always had a sharp mind, he was offered a job as a scientist, and that's what he's been doing for the past twenty years. Just as he was when he was a soldier, Victor excelled at being a scientist and rose up the ladder. He's spent the last couple years working in the secret weapons division, researching new weapons for possible use by the military. Despite still working for them, he holds a grudge against the army.
He was working in his lab when the outbreak happened, and he was quickly escorted to safety along with several of his colleagues. It wasn't easy, considering he's confined to a wheelchair. He's gotten by with help from others, but he despises needing to rely on someone other than himself.
Job Before The Outbreak: Scientist
Disability/Fear: Has no legs, from just above the knee.
Weapon of Choice: Small handgun, bottle of pepper spray
Terminus
I was thinking of playing a German character who is an old colleague of Indiana. He would have a lot of knowledge about reading and translating many different languages, new and old.
The more I think about it, the more I like it. I hope we can make this happen!
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