The Cook

Escaping Union City. "Reboot"

When Horace came to mention that someone needs to stay with Carter, A sudden chill ran down Greg's spine, he was afraid of the thought of going out alone. He knew that going out alone is dangerous, and most likely deadly. But Greg didn't want to be selfish, leaving Carter alone here would probably mean his death. "Yes you're right, you stay with him then" Greg nodded. As Horace helped Carter stand up and limb him to the 2nd floor. Greg put down his backpack, grabbing only essential things. three mags for the M16, a bottle of water, and three protein bars. Greg was famished after all that running and shooting. He laid his backpack near a counter. He didn't want any dead weight.

Greg sipped from his water bottle, and ate two of the protein bars afterwards. Leaving one for the trip to find Brandon. It will probably ease his nerve while walking in this living hell. He drank The whole bottle and threw it down. Now he needed to piss. Greg checked if everything is set. The M16 hanging by his shoulders, his machete and combat knife sheathed. The 9mm handgun was with Carter, but he didnt bother to claim it back.

Right before Greg head out, Horace called, making a joke that was totally inappropriate at the moment. But it eased Greg's mood. Greg chuckled silently. Horace gave him his cavalry lance afterwards. "That's awfully nice of you. Thanks" Greg smiled. It was a bit heavy, but it will be very useful Greg thought. Greg looked back at Horace and carter one last time and cried "Pray for me!".

He turned around and opened the door, the scent of rot and blood quickly ran through his nose. He thought about going back to his backpack to pick his gas mask, but thought not. It would make his vision narrower and vague. It isn't worth it.

He stepped outside. "Brandon you better be alive." He muttered.

Escaping Union City. "Reboot"

@Monochromatic Rainbow yes its open. You may join us.

And a private military contractor is fine. Just drop a CS :D

Escaping Union City. "Reboot"

As Greg helped Carter walk, he couldn't but think about Brandon, Horace's companion.
The more we are the better the chance of our survival he thought. But Brandon seemed capable of maintaining his survival in this living hell. Their way to the Bank building seemed clear, no obstacles, none for the moment at least. Greg was struggling to help Carter limb along whilst Holding his combat knife and 9mm handgun. He sheathed the knife with his left hand. Tucked his handgun between his belly and pants afterwards, making sure it wont fall off.

Greg looked down at Carters leg checking if it was bleeding. "Your le-" he was interrupted by a horrifying horde of fifteen zombies. They approached from the right side. Creeping out from an alley. Greg's stomach ached, his vision blacking a bit. His heart pounded like a wild mustang. He was terrified. Carter was able to shoot a couple of them. Aiming to their torso's. Greg gently put down Carter down, laying his back against a brick wall. "Carter, fire at will!" Greg put down his backpack and grabbed his M16, he clocked it and aimed for the zombie's knees and legs.

"Chuk...chuk" the mag was emptied. The horde was crippled. Greg sighed in relief. Breathing quickly trying to calm his Heart. He turned around, looking down to carter he said "You okay?". He carried Carter back up, along side his backpack and headed to the bank. Which was close.

When they entered, Horace was there to welcome them. Money was all over the ground. The place smelled of stink, it was terribly hot in there. Looking around Greg couldn't find Brandon. Looking back to Horace he said "Brandon didn't arrive yet!?..we must head out and find him!". Greg laid Carter down gently. He took out his handgun and a one mag. He gave it to Carter. "With that injury, I am afraid you should stay here." He nodded, "shall we go Horace?" Greg asked.

The Sandy Rose Saloon

I am just standing there waiting, sipping from my wine. Waiting for Voltus yo post.
Once the action starts, I'll be heading out for safety. :P

Escaping Union City. "Reboot"

@AbysmalDemonduude shit, totally forgot that you blacked out! >.<

You still can make it out, or we'll probably come searching for you once we realize you aren't in the bank with Horace.

Island of the Corrupt

@Aims XD Thanks

Island of the Corrupt

@Aims just found the perfect pic.. but he looks a bit old in the pic though.. but it totally says him :/

Escaping Union City. "Reboot"

On his way out Greg noticed that three zombies managed to enter the motel through the front window, he shot the three of them with out hesitation. Looking forward to Carter making sure he is still there. Greg turned around shutting the door in attempt to prevent any zombies to come out. Releasing his mag, ten bullets left. Though he had another three mags in his backpack. It wont last for long he thought.

"Carter we should go fin-.." his words were interrupted by a nearby explosion. For a brief moment he was up in the air. Time seemed to slow down at a notable speed, it was quite, Greg felt the hot air on his bare sweaty skin as it sent him up in the air and threw him back down on the harsh gravel. Hitting his head on the ground , it gave him a sudden headache, his shut his eyes, took a deep breathe and swallowed hard. He sat down, looking down checking for any injures. There was none, except for the sharp headache his having. He reached for the back of his head, rubbing his head roughly. "No blood..good" he said as he tried to catch his breath. His memory of the last fifteen minutes were vague.

Looking around he saw Carter, Greg stood up and went straight to him. When he reached he asked "Are you o-" when Greg noticed a shard penetrated Carter in his leg. It was no simple injury nor a fatal one, "It's best we leave it untouched, it will prevent blood from coming out" Greg pointed.

When Carter asked him to lead the way to find Brandon, Greg thought about it for a moment. "It's best if we head to Horace, that's probably where Brandon will most likely go to." Greg suggested. He knelt down and grabbed Carter's arm and placed it above his shoulder. Taking a deep breath. He pulled Carter up, helping keep his balance and supporting him to walk. "We ought to go now, this place will be swarming with those things." He said as he nodded to carter.

Island of the Corrupt

@Aimsso I did post a CS is it okay or should I edit anything??

Island of the Corrupt

APPEARANCE

NAME: Tom Black.
AGE: 24.
GENDER: Male.

CRIME COMMITTED: Several homicides, Burglary, theft and fraud.

PERSONALITY: Tom is simply a psychopath, but doesn't show it on the outside. He doubts that there are true kind human beings in this missed up world. He never sees the good in people. Rather he doubts everyone he meets. Having an unstable temper led him to where he is at the moment. But it isn't his fault, seeing that his father was a drug addict and a felon. His father's action had a huge influence impact on him in his childhood.

Tom would slit someone's throat rather than falling in an argument with them. Isolation is his resort in this fucked up world. So he thinks. Always keeping to himself. Never attempting to communicate with anyone else.

GREATEST FEAR: Heights. Burning alive: due to the fact that his mother was burned to death right in front of his eyes.