"Looks like you won't be getting aHEAD in life. AHAHAHAHA!" Ron laughs insanely at his own joke, glad to have something to distract him from the miserably dark situation that he's in. After laughing for a solid minute, he starts to calm down and decides to search the infected in an effort to find anything worth looting, but comes up empty. There's nothing on the corpse except a ripped shirt and a pair of jeans. "Hrmph." He begins to search the rest of the station, going through the doors on the upper floor one-by-one, and again fails to find anything which would be useful- he hadn't been expecting to find food, though he had figured there may be some weapons somewhere. An idea suddenly hits him: Ron's been searching the upper offices, and most of the policemen up here probably took their weapons with them when the outbreak occurred, but there may be weapon lockers on the lower level, or maybe even confiscated weapons in an evidence locker.
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

"Once you're done pigging out, we should probably go look for other survivors. The more people we have, the more ground we can cover in our search for supplies." Henry nods in agreement, then breaks off, voicing a concern that's been plaguing John for the past week- "Well, what then? We can't live forever off the supplies in the city... nothing's coming in. Do we just sit tight and wait for the government to come in or what?" John sighs. "I don't really feel like thinking that far ahead at the moment. Let's just worry about what we're doing today for now." As soon as Henry's finished snacking, he looks around the store. "Don't suppose you have any spare weapons?" "Nope." "Hmm..." He walks around the store a little and finally grabs a mob sitting in a corner. He removes the mop-head and takes the metal shaft, roughly a meter-and-a-half long, and the two leave the store. They look around, but the streets seem deserted- no survivors or infected are visible. The gas station is located on the corner of a four-way intersection; to the left is a complex of grocery stores and restaurants; to the right lies a large bank; and straight across the intersection from the gas station lies the first suburban neighborhood in a long line of suburbs and apartments.
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

The man Raphael saw earlier stops running about ten feet away, obviously wanting to be cautious yet optimistic. Raphael keeps his hand on his 1911, just in case. "Hey! Good to see a human one. What are you doing here, aside from surviving?" Raphael relaxes his grip on the pistol and replies, "Not much. I just got out of my apartment, decided to check these stores for supplies- I'm all out." He points way up to his room near the top of his old building, now a few hundred feet away. "Really? That apartment over there?" the man asks, looking over to where he's pointing. "No way! I lived there, too. Never really seen you before, we must have been pretty far apart. Anyways, looking for supplies sounds like a good idea. Lemme help you. I'm Charlie, by the way." "Raphael." The two men begin looking up and down the street at some of the stores- there's a deli, a small pharmacy, a movie rental store, a hardware store, and a large grocery store near the end of the street.
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

Charlie stops about ten feet away from the man, optimistic but all the same looking him over for any signs of infection. "Hey! Good to see a human one. What are you doing here, aside from surviving?" The man seems to relax and replies, "Not much. I just got out of my apartment, decided to check these stores for supplies- I'm all out." The man points to his old floor, and Charlie turns around, seeing with a pleasant surprise that he's pointing at his old building. "Really? That apartment over there? No way! I lived there, too. Never really seen you before, we must have been pretty far apart. Anyways, looking for supplies sounds like a good idea. Lemme help you. I'm Charlie, by the way." "Raphael." The two men begin looking up and down the street at some of the stores- there's a deli, a small pharmacy, a movie rental store, a hardware store, and a large grocery store near the end of the street.
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

"Score!" Fred leans down and picks up the box full of food, then says, "Let's get this back to my room and make some plans over a bottle or two of our previous find." Matt grins in approval. "Sounds like a plan!" The two go back to Fred's room with no incident, tightly shutting the door behind them, and sit down at a small table, opening a beer each. "Well, we've got plenty of food and stuff, but we could use some water. And it wouldn't hurt to find more survivors." Fred says. "Yeah, that's a good idea. For now, we should probably clear out our dorm... see who's alive, who needs to be disposed of, who left some supplies behind, yaknow." "Sounds good."
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

"Score!" Fred leans down and picks up the box full of food, then says, "Let's get this back to my room and make some plans over a bottle or two of our previous find." Matt grins in approval. "Sounds like a plan!" The two go back to Fred's room with no incident, tightly shutting the door behind them, and sit down at a small table, opening a beer each. "Well, we've got plenty of food and stuff, but we could use some water. And it wouldn't hurt to find more survivors." Fred says. "Yeah, that's a good idea. For now, we should probably clear out our dorm... see who's alive, who needs to be disposed of, who left some supplies behind, yaknow." "Sounds good."
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