Jason looks over to Abel with a smirk, as the geeks below shake the truck back and forth. "Nice to meet you, Abel." He takes a deep breath. "I'm Jason. He stands up, looking around. There isn't a safe centimeter on the ground surrounding the truck. Not for at least 12 yards in all directions. And even more walkers are coming in closer. They wear all types of clothes, and come from all ethnicities. Police officers, and other random people who didn't stand a chance at survival. He looks down the street to his left, and sees the bank that Sam was talking about. The undead flood that street. There doesn't seem to be such an easy way to get in there.
"As for making this out alive..." Jason looks in all directions. "It doesn't look like a likely situation." He says. "How are you on ammo?" Jason looks down at the roof of the truck. He spots a hatch that goes to the inside. However, it is locked up. He tilts his head at it, and looks away from it for now.
Name: Michael Wesley Age: 24 years of age. Sex: Male
Personality: Michael can come off as unapproachable, but that's mainly because he tends to be a bit on the quiet side, having spent literally the majority of this apocalyptic journey alone - thus making silence something he is intimately familiar with. While a bit cold-shouldering, Michael is a very down-to-earth, realistic man, calloused from witnessing the deaths of his loved ones. Focused on the task at hand, and mature, Michael can take on a leadership role rather easily - although he tend to be a loner, due to the fact that groups can easily limit mobility and survival chances. He isn't secretly evil, and is a naturally humane person. If he sees someone in trouble, there's a high chance of him helping. However, as stated before, he's realistic, and if there's no chance in Hell of them being saved without major loss on both sides, he will move on, albeit with a heavy heart. These trying times have made him merciless in certain situations, and he no longer hesitates to end the life of a human, if that human poses harm or threat to him or anyone close to him. Serious, and focused, Michael's first rule of survival is...'Survive'. Although he may not seem it at first, there are rare times where Michael will let down his guard and laugh/joke. It all depends on his mood and the situation.
Weaknesses: Not a city man. Is more familiar in less urban territories/situations Gets easily stressed/annoyed in large, loud groups. Has trust issues to a fault. It takes a lot to gain his trust, and vice-versa.
Physical Description: Michael's body is well taken care of. At a healthy weight, and broad-shouldered, he has a lean, muscled physique, that comes with years of eating meat and vegetables, handling rowdy animals, and drawing bows taut. Hunting has garnered him a steady food supply over the time of the apocalypse, so starving has never been something that he has really experienced at this day and age. His skin is fair, having lost the healthy tan that it had developed before the outbreak. His face is rugged and mature, with a bear specking his jaw and chin. His hair is cut short to his head, dark brown, having been that way for as long as he could remember.
Weapons/Equipment: A heavy-duty, lightweight hunting backpack, dark black and brown. Inside the small pocket at the front are: Two small, speed-sticks of deodorant, a worn toothbrush and tube of toothpaste, and a compact pack of purification tablets. Hooked to the side is: A worn, dented, and reusable canteen. Inside of the main compartment are: Five small zip-lock bags of dried, packed balls of salted deer-meat, three bottles of purified water, torn rags, and a worn, miniature first-aid kit, containing two small bottle of alcohol and two small spindles of clean bandages. The bottles and spindles are re-filled/wrapped at different stops. His inventory is light-weight and essential, which he had in mind when he packed it all. He travels in a battered, yet practical and fuel efficient Dodge truck, originally a silver-color, yet stained dark burgundy in some places due to the undeads' blood.
As for weapons - A worn, yet highly-maintained and sturdy recurve bow, a leather-wrapped quiver with self-made, sturdy arrows, and a sharpened utility knife. His arrows are reusable, which he makes great use of, and is virtually silent;; It's rare that you would see him with a gun. The utility knife is strapped securely to his pants, and the bow is latched to a strap on his backpack; easy access. The quiver is peeking over his right shoulder, strapped to his back. A solid crowbar is strapped to the otherside of his backpack, opposite of his canteen.
History: Michael had always been raised to be a humble, hardworking young man. Born in a country home, a ways outside of the city limits of Pittsburgh, in a plot of land where the forest was cut-off at, hard-work was always a part of his daily life. Cutting wood for the fire, tending to the cows and pigs, and going hunting with his grandpa, deep within the woods...that's how his life was. His mother was single, and had died giving birth to him, leading him into the custody of his grandparents. He didn't mind;; to him, those two would always be his real parents, no matter what. He was taught his studies by his grandma, and was taught how to be a man by his grandfather.
He speared fish in the lake behind their home, he rode horses down the dirt trails, he helped build sheds and different contraptions for the animals and vehicles, and, the most fun of all, he hunted animals with Mother Nature, selling the fur and hide in the market whenever they went down into town - which wasn't often. When all of this happened, Michael and his grandparents knew nothing of it. They were getting old, and it was up to Michael to provide for the family;; he did so efficiently and immediately, spending his time roping the horses, tending to the pigs, chickens, and cows, and hunting deer, boars, and hogs in the forest. Whilst in the middle of tying down a dead boar to his old four-wheeler, he heard strangled screams, along with groans and gunshots from back home. Dropping the boar, Michael leaped onto his ride and blazed a path of leaves through the woods, going straight through the trail and blasting into his yard. What he saw...he would remember forever. His grandmother, her body bleeding out in her garden.
His grandfather, bleeding from multiple bite wounds on the neck and chest, feebly aiming a bloodied and spent shotgun at this...this thing. There was a lot of these things, and Michael's first instinct was to scream bloody-murder and charge in. Logic prevailed, and it was like watching for third person. bring up bow, notch arrow, shoot...through the heart. No luck. Notch, aim, shoot...through the back of the head. The rotten human fell. He began taking out the shambling walkers, dodging over tractors and crouching on top of old trucks as they began to move after him. Eventually, the herd fell, and Michael crossed the distance between his grandparents. After that, the memory got hazy.
Life after the outbreak: Ever since then, he has been travelling, after burying his only family, and gathering his supplies. He drives in a slightly fortified Dodge Ram truck - good gas mileage and decent enough speed. Good for hauling things, as well. He had found an abandoned cabin miles away from his old home, a bit deeper into the woods surrounding Pittsburgh. It was fairly easy to get into the city from the cabin, for supplies that Michael couldn't get himself. Now, however, animals were becoming less plentiful, and he was losing a good source for food and water. City scavenging trips were becoming more necessary, to the point where Michael has decided that moving into the city itself was safer than the constant back-and-forth.
Jason keeps his newfound gun out in his hand as they cross more cars. Making eye contact with this other survivor coming near them, Jason turns away from Sam and Kyle, who are now two cars ahead of him. "Keep moving." That was all he said to Sam and Kyle, before turning 180 degrees, and going toward this other new survivor, who is about a half block away. It isn't entirely safe, But Jason decides to keep going after this guy, who may or may not be friendly.
When Jason looked down the street on the intersection of where he was going to meet this guy, he noticed something a little unnerving. The infected are coming from the direction of the bank that Sam wants to get back to so badly. "Oh fuck." Jason turns to see where this guy wearing the leather jacket, who is also car hopping is. They're pretty close now. About 20 yards from each other. There is a gap in the cars between Jason and Abel. Jason jumps to the ground, and swiftly moves between any geeks, toward the other set of collided cars. Right in the middle of this empty space, is an armored S.W.A.T-truck, which was used by riot police during the beginning of the outbreak.
Surrounded, and against the side of the truck, Jason fires off one round into the skull of a walker too close to him. More start flocking now. Jason quickly climbs the side of this truck, and rolls onto the top of it, where there is just him, and a dead officer in riot gear. Catching his breath, Jason rolls over, now face-to-face with this officer, who opens his eyes, to reveal he is infected. Jason would have probably died, if not for the face-guard of the Riot helmet. Jason fires a round from the .32 pistol into it's face, killing it with ease. He opens the chamber. Only 1 bullet left in this thing. "Better make this count." He says to himself. He sits up, and looks toward Abel. He gives a small wave to him, with the gun in his hand, and blood on his clothes from the last few infected he killed. He is knocked a little to the side from his sitting position, when a few geeks slam on the side of the truck.
Had those in my zombie RP I did ages ago. They help bring colour to the world, and I had to control about a dozen of 'em XD But it was easier because they were all friendlies.
Don't worry. They won't all be friendly characters.
Personality: Seth is an all around good guy. He is a very helpful, and very positive person. Seth is the type of guy to go out of his way to save someone, no matter how bad the circumstance. Of course, this is very dangerous for him. Though he is not the leader of his group, Seth is a natural born leader. He was always winning things like class president during his high school years, and even planned to go into politics.
Physical Description: Seth stands at 5'9". He has short, dark brown hair, that is slicked to the side, and he has the sides of his head shaved. His outfit consists of a red t-shirt, that is a very slim fit, and he has bandages on his arms, from an injury at the beginning of the outbreak. He wears a pair of black, slim jeans, and running shoes. Seth has pale, white skin, and is in pretty good shape.
Weapons/Equipment: Seth carries an M1911 Handgun, with about 45 rounds on him. He also has an aluminum baseball bat on him for close combat. He carries a hand-radio, to keep in touch with his group.
History: Seth was pretty much the definition of a popular high school kid. He played baseball, ran for class president, and had a ton of friends. His senior year, he was voted most likely to succeed, and went on to make an attempt at real-world politics. He didn't get too far however, because he was trapped in Pittsburgh when his flight was cancelled due to this outbreak. Seth had a pretty decent amount of combat abilities, from playing baseball, but also from going to the shooting range every now and again. Seth, after he graduated, moved to New-York City. While he was in New York, he was to fly to Florida, but his flight had to tough down in Pittsburgh soon after they took flight. No flights were to leave afterward. Life after the outbreak:Seth was stranded in the Steel City of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania after he had his flight to Florida cancelled. He was not a happy person. He had to go stay in some hotel he didn't want to stay in, and called every day for weeks to try and get a hold of some way to florida. Soon after the outbreak, he was trapped in his hotel. He had his own gun on him, that he kept for self defense, and used his fighting abilities to escape the hotel. During the total chaos of the first few days, Seth saw a lot. He was in the quarantine camps, which he saw overrun and escaped on his own, and he kept his head low after that.
About 12 days into the outbreak, Seth was all out of ways to turn. Pretty much everyone and everything had died by that point. He was running from a horde of infected, when he was hit by a car of some rogue survivor who was killing for supplies. The man ran his car into Seth, who smashed into the windshield, cutting up his arms, which he now covers with band-aids. When Seth was at gun point on the ground, he was saved by a man who goes only by Nick. We don't know anything about Nick yet, but he saved Seth and took him into his group. Seth easily became a high-ranked person in their group, and 33 days later, he went out with a group of people on an expedition for supplies in their base. Out with 7 other people, they got separated by a horde after a car alarm alerted the infected to them. 3 of them died in the initial mauling, and the other 3 went in the opposite direction that Seth went. Seth cooped himself up inside of a Grocery store, where he is now, on Day 35. The other members of his group probably told Nick that Seth died in this attack, and now he is believed deceased by his entire group back at their base. But he is alive and well, and could soon meet our survivor group.
