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Ben looked at where the armed man pointed. He scanned the narrow hallway: 3 doors on the left and chairs and a vending machine on the right. The only light was a flickering strobe light on the roof and the dim glow emanating from the machine. The gun was kept level with Ben's eyes as he made his way past his captor. He was sure that if anyone was going to be fighting Biters it was going to be Ben; unarmed and unwilling. Taking care to tread as quietly as possible he reached for the handle of the door. His hot and sweaty palms felt cool on the shiny brass handle and he struggled to twist the knob. The room was empty except for two chairs, a computer and scattered papers. Ben was grateful: at least a chair couldn't chew your face off. He fumbled for the light switch before flicking it on. The light revealed a window into another room. A biter! Ben's heart raced as he saw the creature on the other side of the glass. However he soon realised that it was no Biter but a human woman. She was in the corner clutching a metal pipe and facing the door. Ben wondered why she hadn't reacted to the light switch until he realised that he must standing in the viewing area of the interrogation room. He quickly switched off the light and shut the door. "Nothing in there," Ben muttered as he avoided the man's gaze. Ben crept across the tiled floor. The soles of his trainers crunched against shards of ceramic tile as he came to a stop at the door. I'm either going to get my head smashed or blown off. Ben took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. He poked the upper half of his body through the door and looked to where the woman was standing when he looked through the window. He motioned to his lips in a silent 'shh' gesture before turning off the light. This time he left door slightly ajar so that the woman might be able to see out. "Nothing in that one either. And pointing that gun at me isn't going to make me search faster!" Ben tried to say it loud enough that the woman might hear but without it being too suspicious. Only one room left now. Ben was now sweating profusely. He rubbed his hands on his t-shirt to dry them off. What's behind lucky door number 3. Before he could grab the handle he heard a sound that made his blood go cold. A deep moan escaped from the cracks in the door. Ben motioned for the armed man to come towards him, "I'm going to need my spade and you're going to need that gun." Ben hoped for two things: this asshole was 1. going to come down here and get eaten by a Z or 2. come down here and get a swift pipe to the back of the head from the woman in the interrogation room. Ben didn't gamble but he didn't fancy the odds of either event happening.

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@TheYouthPastor's Damian Post Ben lay the spade on the ground before slowly raising his hands above his head. He cursed at himself for touching the door and getting into this mess. His trainers crunched against the debris as he swivelled around, the only sound cutting through the still air. At first Ben was taken aback by his assailant's appearance. The guy could've been about the same age as Ben or maybe a bit older. However his rough appearance made Ben worry that his mugger could be an escaped criminal from the cells below the station. Ben was becoming more convinced as his eyes lingered on the handgun: this guy looked comfortable, like he'd done this a thousand times. "Dude I'm unarmed." Ben spoke as softly as he could, for fear of attracting any rotters, but his voice trembled slightly. "I've got no stuff either, just the shirt on my back." He hoped his pleas would not fall on deaf ears. Ben didn't want shot over a rusty spade. Ben was not above begging for his life but before he could drop to his knees he swore he could hear footsteps upstairs. "Hey man have you got friends upstairs?" Ben knew which answer he would prefer to hear right now.

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Hey! Apologies for not being active in the OOC (I didn't see there was a page 2 for comments, I'm ashamed of myself...) but I'm ready to rock and roll! Mike I'll pm you my skype name so you can add me to the group. Also I'm fairly new to the whole concept of RP, am I right in suggesting that the GM (Youth Pastor) will push the narrative in a direction with a non character post (as in not Adrain)?

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Ben had been wandering the streets for hours before he finally came across the police station. He had been looking for somewhere to rest for the night. He sighed with relief at the thought of a good nights sleep being guarded by armed officers. However as he approached the building his feelings turned to dread. The large front doors of the station had been smashed open with considerable force. One door lay flat on the marble floor of the lobby and the other was still hanging on to the frame by a few splinters of wood. Ben ran his hand up the edge of the, barely, standing door; it had to be about 6 or 7 inches thick. He started to imagine how many undead it would take to do such damage. He didn't want to know the answer. Ben clutched his spade tightly as he stepped over the shattered wood fragments. The lobby was chaos: desks had been flipped over; shell casings were scattered everywhere and fragments of ceramic wall tiles littered the ground. As he stood in the centre of the room to survey the extent of the damage he heard a creak. He instantly regretted touching the door as it broke free of its hinges and hit the ground with a loud CRACK. The sound echoed throughout the building. Ben really hoped that nothing else heard that.

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Hey everyone! Looking forward to attempting to survive the end with you all. Ready to start whenever!

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Name: Ben Clark Age: 22 Background: Ben was a student at a University studying for a degree in software engineering. When this mess started he was visiting his parents at their new home in Riverside. He barely had time to get out of the house after the neighbours crashed through the back door and ate the family dog. Ben had only been scraping by at university, lacking the motivation to do much other than sleep and party. Ben is a keen runner for two reasons: 1. To keep fit and 2) to sweat out his hangovers. He's doesn't know anyone in town having just visited for the first time so he has been quite lonely during his stay in Riverside. However he was probably going to be meeting a lot of more of the townspeople in the days to come: both alive and dead. Items: The clothes on his back and a spade from someone's garden. Skills: Stamina: Ben is not fast but he can go for miles. Poor Sense of Direction: He is almost completely lost in Riverside. Untrusting: Being the new guy in town makes him wary of strangers.