Ronald stirs sleepily as the early morning sunlight pours in through the windows of the police station. He rolls over on the small mattress that he was able to drag up into one of the more spacious offices on the second floor of the station, and as he does so, he hears a shuffling noise followed by a soft *bang* downstairs. His eyes shoot open. Could it be more survivors, stealthily checking to make sure the station is clear? Maybe he forgot to lock the door when he came in last night... no, he definitely locked it. Perhaps one of his barriers was broken through? In any case, he needs to check up on it. There's an elevator nearby, but he still hasn't gotten the power to work, so his only choice of descent is a flight of stairs located about 20 meters outside of his door.
Bio
Male, 37, 6'2" and well-built. In prime condition for a man approaching his 40's, but it's all muscle built from weight lifting, not cardio activity. Has an unkempt neckbeard and a shaggy mane of brown hair. Of Polish descent.
Weapons
Remington Model 750 (10 rounds loaded / 30 spare rounds)
Fire Axe
Passive Abilities
Muscular (+1 in melee combat)
Inventory
-5 methamphetamine injectors (+1 to rolls for 2 rolls, -1 to rolls afterwards for 1 roll)
Conditions

Jawn yawns as he turns over and rises from his slumber. He's found a cozy shelter in a gas station, with plenty of food and water. There's also electricity, as the gas station has its own separate generator should something go wrong with the city's power grid. John had slept behind the counter, which was protected by a screen of bullet-resistant glass, and the only way in was a reinforced door, which had thankfully been unlocked when he had arrived. When sleeping, all he has to do is lock it from the inside, and he's all set. As John moves out from behind the counter, he notices a small trail of blood on the floor that leads to the back of the gas station. Peering around the corner, crowbar in hand, he sees a man slumped against the wall, panting heavily. "Oy." "AH! ...wait, you're not one of them! Oh god, please, I need some help." "I'm not exactly a doctor. What even happened to you?" "One of those plague bastards bi- err, no, I mean, I was in a car accident." The man looks incredibly scared now that he's revealed that he may be infected. Peering at him, John sees the source of the blood- a bite wound on the man's right side. "...well, you're not turning yet. Maybe you're immune to it." "That's... that's possible?" "Sure. I'm immune. One of those ♥♥♥♥ bit me a few days ago when I was breaking into a store. I felt a little feverish at first, but as you can see, I'm still human." The man's eyes light up at the possibility of survival, but before John can decide how best to help him, he hears a metallic rattle from outside, as though someone- or something- just hopped the fence surrounding the station. John's eyes narrow. Should he help the man or address a possible threat?
Bio
Male, 32, has a goatee. Suspected relative of Gordon Freeman.
Weapons
Crowbar
Beretta U22 Neos (18 loaded rounds / 0 spare rounds)
Passive Abilities
Cool Under Pressure (+1 during stressful or dangerous situations)
Inventory
-Bigass Bottle of Vodka (Consumption will dull pain but cause drunkenness 2 rolls later; can also be used as fuel for fires)
-Roll of Duct Tape
Conditions

Raphael jerks into unconsciousness at the sound of a car alarm going off in the streets. At first, he can't seem to comprehend where he is, but then it all comes back- the plague, the quarantine, barricading himself into his own apartment on the twentieth floor of a larger complex. He's been fairly comfortable in his own home, though of course, there's still no power, and his supplies of food and water can only last maybe another two days. Raphael will have to venture out of the building sooner or later if he plans on surviving. He's got two choices; going out of his door and down the stairs like a normal human being, though this may leave his apartment vulnerable, and there were plenty of dark corners and halls in the unlit building that will be hard to traverse, or he can go down the fire escape in broad daylight, which is certainly free of infected, but he has a greater chance of injuring himself.
Bio
Male, 24, tall, lean, and agile. Has black hair, grey eyes, and light skin.
Weapons
M1911 pistol (7 rounds loaded / 249 spare rounds)
Crowbar
Passive Abilities
Free Runner (+1 movement/navigating terrain)
Inventory
-Silencer for M1911
Conditions

Charlie bursts out of sleep when a car alarm goes off on the street next to his apartment building. He groans and gets out of his bed, turning to look out at the street to see what set it off- but the alarm has obviously been blaring for a while, as there's nothing nearby. Maybe somebody broke a window to see if there was anything inside and then took off when they realized the alarm was still armed. Hm. In any case, Charlie should get moving- last night, he thought he heard something shuffling in the hallway, so that may not be the best route. His only other option is the fire escape right outside of his window, but he might injure himself going down that.
Bio
Male, 26, tall, thin. Used to be a paramedic.
Weapons
Metal Pipe
.356 Revolver (6 rounds loaded / 12 spare rounds)
Passive Abilities
First Aid (+1 on healing)
Inventory
-Flashlight
-Bandages
Conditions

Fred quietly wakes up in his dorm, feeling relatively serene. He can actually hear some birds outside for the first time in a week. It's strange- two weeks he would have given anything to be done with college, but now, he just wanted everything back to the way it was. Most of the students had fled or at least tried to flee when they heard of the plague and the resultant quarantine. Fred and a few others had stayed, though he didn't know if they were all still here or if they'd tried to move out of the college grounds to scavenge for food and supplies. Fred's got a decent supply of food in his dorm, enough to last him a week, but he's getting a little cramped in the small space.
Bio
Male, 22, medium height, brown hair. Fairly athletic.
Weapons
M1 Carbine (25 rounds loaded / 50 spare rounds)
Trench Spike
Passive Abilities
Blades: +1 to melee attacks on zombies
Inventory
Large backpack
Conditions

Matthew slowly stirs awake, warm from the sunbeams piercing his window and falling on his bed. He feels almost at peace, for once- he can't really hear anything outside other than a few birds singing, which is a welcome surprise. The silence of the past week was practically maddening. Matt's stomach growls as he rolls out of bed- he hasn't eaten since two days ago. He could try scavenging some of the nearby dorms, or seeing if there's anyone else left who's willing to share some food, or he could go out on the streets and search for food.
Bio
Male, 23, medium height, thin and lean. Has medium-long brown hair, dark brown eyes, and pale skin. Wearing tennis shoes, jeans, a purple T-shirt, and a grey striped hoody.
Weapons
HK45 (10 loaded rounds / 110 spare rounds)
Fire Axe
Passive Abilities
Adrenaline Rush (Heightened reflexes and senses, slower time, greater strength and alertness when confronted with danger [IE: dire combat, mortal injury, perilous terrain] followed by weakened recovery period)
Inventory
Man-powered LED flashlight
Conditions