Name: Marcus Tyler Pratchett
Group: N/A
Age: 28
Occupation: Federal Operative, former DEA Agent
Family life: Engaged
Hair: Black, cropped
Eyes: Dark Brown
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 180 pounds
Appearance:
Blood type: AB
Immune: Yes
Reason for government interest: New York Facility Guard, former Special Agent for the DEA
Gear:
What he’s wearing in the picture
AR-15 – 2 magazines and ammunition in the backpack
S&W 1911 – 2 magazines and extra .45 ammunition
Pocket KnifeA pair of steel handcuffs and their keys
A 2012, black Toyota Corolla
A plain black packpack with odds and ends: Some para-cord, conserved foods, precious jerky, and water
Bio: Marcus was born in New York, but he’s never been to the big city. He grew up with a pair of supportive parents and had more than what one would call a ‘vanilla’ childhood. His older brother was quite the role model and Mark followed excitedly in the boy’s footsteps. However, while Kyle joined the Marine Corps, Marcus was drawn to Law Enforcement. He got his degree and shoved his way into the DEA amidst some heavy competition. Luckily, he clawed his way into becoming an Agent and hit the ground running directly for one of the K-9 units. Only a couple of years after he met his new partner, he was asked to attend a new training – they needed younger, specially trained folks to join and he raised his hand.
Marcus then spent the next couple of months training in the same disciplines he had for the DEA, though more in-depth than before. It was interesting, as the classes were full of every walk of life from regular people who were just civilians to special forces military forces. His life was full of success and work, but he always came out on top. It was different here – he met Lucy, a girl who was a cut above the rest, despite having been a pedestrian before. He knew the fastest way to her heart too – he introduced her to Cain, his
Service Rottweiler who took to her instantly. They were in training for a long time, and it felt like the government was waiting for something…
When they received their assignments, they were all sent to seemingly random CDC facilities and bases that were rigged like refugee camps. Shit hit the fan awfully quickly – many of them fell, and Marcus remembers losing contact with them one after another. Lucy remained on the map, they stayed in touch between the stations, as the entire network depended on it. No, it was his facility that blipped out before hers. They detected the virus had made an appearance inside. This was protocol, he was given no choice as the building automatically triggered its own demise. Nobody inside could be let out – it was too dangerous. Of course, everybody was valuable, but there were other facilities and this one was compromised. There was no time to let the message out to the others as they all scrambled to escape. Fuck the rules, he decided, swiping his ID and entering the passcodes to unlock every cell door and at least give the personnel a chance to escape. The command popped up with a restricted error and he was left with no chance but to abandon the building.
Twelve people made it out, six split off to find their own families and the others all decided to stick together. Luckily, Marcus had been stationed in his home state and his group agreed to follow him home first and foremost. He found his entire family dead… His father was the most rotted away, followed by his mother. She had a bite mark on her arm… In the bed a Marine lay dead. What were Kyle’s last thoughts..?
They left the home without another word to their comrade. He bade them farewell – he had to find Lily, she was stationed down in Missouri. Maybe he could have that one last thing left in his life. After all, he’d been blessed his whole life, surely he couldn’t lose everything in one sweep? His family’s car was still intact, it drove, so he took it. However, getting to Missouri was another story… Between blocked roads, the danger of major cities, and herds of deaders walking around, finding the right route was proving very difficult.
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