"IF YOU'RE A HUMAN, SPEAK UP NOW OR DIE!" Ronald shouts loudly. He doesn't hear a response, so he starts opening doors on the second floor, checking to make sure that they're clear and holding his axe at the ready. He comes at one door and feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up- but it's empty when he opens it. Sighing with relief, he turns around to see an infected flying at him from the door across the hallway, and he kicks at it with a yell, raising his axe to finish it off when the infected ducks low and tackles Ronald to the ground, despite his huge size- it's pretty big itself, and it has the advantage of an increased metabolism and muscle strength. With a scream, it prepares to begin slashing at Ron when he reaches up and grabs its neck (Roll + Muscular = 3) with both hands, squeezing hard and then hurling the infected over his head. It slams into the wall and scrambles up, and Ron slams the fire axe into its face, instantly killing the beast, the force of the blow ripping part of its neck open and nearly decapitating it.
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

Seeing that the cost is clear, John heads back inside and sees the injured man still slumped by the corner where he left him. "Alright, all clear. Come here so I can look over ya." The man gets up with a bit of stiffness and walks over to John, who takes a quick cursory look and sees the infected bite wound- a large patch of reddened teeth marks on the man's right thigh. He takes out the vodka and pours some on there, causing the man to wince, and then he finds some bandages in a first-aid kit behind the counter, wrapping them around the wound. "Thanks for the help. My name's Henry." "John. So, you headed anywhere?" "Not really, I was just looking for a place to hide in..." "Well, I think this station is plenty big for the both of us. Reckon we'd have a higher chance of survival by sticking together." Henry nods his agreement before grabbing a bag of chips off a nearby shelf and tearing into it. "Man, I'm starving. Good thing we have a store full of junk food!"
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 can also be used as fuel for fires and as a disinfectant)
-Roll of Duct Tape
Conditions

"This place is too big to make it completely secure, I'd better find someone place else." As Raphael steps outside, he takes a look around and sees, amazingly enough, a human shape a few hundred feet away, walking down the street and looking inside the stores lining the road. The movements are too intelligent and deliberate for it to be an infected- the man is carefully checking each store, obviously looking for survivors or trying to find a store that's not locked or otherwise barricaded. Still, it might not be wise for Raphael to shout, what with infected possibly being feet away, in dark alleys and doorways, so he sets off down the street at a jog towards the man.
Bio
Male, 24, tall, lean, and agile. Has black hair, grey eyes, and light skin.
Weapons
M1911 pistol (7 rounds loaded / 249 spare rounds)
-Suppressor attached
Crowbar
Passive Abilities
Free Runner (+1 movement/navigating terrain)
Inventory
-Suppressor for M1911
Conditions

Keeping the pipe at the ready, Charlie methodically checks every store on the street, but they all seem to be locked and barricaded. Just as he resolves to choose between giving up or trying to force his way into one of the stores, movement from up the street catches his eye, and he sees a man- a human man, not an infected- jogging towards him. "Huh. How convenient. Maybe this guy can help me get into one of the stores!" Charlie waves at the figure, still a hundred feet away, who waves back, and then moves to meet him.
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
-Utility Knife
-Lighter
Conditions

Fred turns to speak to Matt. "Let's check the next room, and if we don't find anything better, head back to my room and partay like there aren't crazy flesh eaters running around!" "Hahaha, okay. Sounds good." The two move out of the room and go to the next one, and Fred tries to turn the knob, finding that this room is actually locked. "Allow me," Matt says as he moves up to the door and slams into it with his axe several times, then kicks the middle panel in. He reaches in with his hand and turns the knob from the inside, opening up the room. They take a look around and find a large cardboard box filled with canned foods, enough to last them a good week if need be. "Score!"
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

Fred turns to speak to Matt. "Let's check the next room, and if we don't find anything better, head back to my room and partay like there aren't crazy flesh eaters running around!" "Hahaha, okay. Sounds good." The two move out of the room and go to the next one, and Fred tries to turn the knob, finding that this room is actually locked. "Allow me," Matt says as he moves up to the door and slams into it with his axe several times, then kicks the middle panel in. He reaches in with his hand and turns the knob from the inside, opening up the room. They take a look around and find a large cardboard box filled with canned foods, enough to last them a good week if need be. "Score!"
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
Six-pack of beer
Conditions