Hustling down the stairs with his Remington raised, Ron doesn't notice any more infected lurking in the building- it seems to be clear. Moving deeper into the station, mostly made up of offices, cubicles, and the occasional break room, Ron finally gets to a wooden door with a glass window on the top half labeled "Evidence Storage." He gives the handle of the door a firm tug, expecting it to be locked, and is surprised when it swings right open. The scene that awaits inside is one of chaos; shelves full of cardboard boxes are knocked over, and the floor is full of scraps, trash, and broken glass. There is, however, an empty Glock 17 laying on one of the tables. Taking the Glock and backing out of the room, Ron continues his quest through the halls of the police station, finally coming to a large metal door with "SWAT Equipment Storage" emblazoned on it. "Jackpot!" This door is actually locked, however, and way too reinforced for Ron to bust it open. Maybe if he had enough explosives, he could just blast it open- for now, it's inaccessible.
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)
Glock 17 (0 rounds loaded / 0 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

"We need weapons. Not likely to be anything usable in a suburban area... The right probably leads to commercial ♥♥♥♥. Offices and stuff, not much use... So, to the left it is." Striding across the street to his left with Henry trekking behind him, John keeps an eye out for any survivors or infected, but the streets remain clear as they cross to the other side. There's a corner grocery store with a line of restaurants next to it, many of them boarded up and locked. The corner store's single entrance has been blocked off by three 2x4 boards nailed across it. "Stand back while I open this." Using his trusty dusty crowbar, John pries off the 2x4s one at a time, then opens the door. The lights are off, but there's enough sunlight coming in through the windows for them to move freely through the store. John hops behind the counter and finds a loaded .32 revolver under the cash register. "Hey, Henry. Here. Better than nothing." Henry comes over and picks up the gun, puts it into his pocket, and nods his thanks. "How many more stores d'you reckon have little beauties like this laying around?" "They're probably not that common, but we'll take anything we can get right now."
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

"That's a grocery over there, let's check if it still has food." Charlie says to Raphael. Nodding in agreement, Raphael replies, "We should grab some food first, and then get some stuff from the hardware store." "Sounds good." Setting off towards the grocery, they find the front entrance, a double door, blocked with nailed up 2x4s. Raphael takes out his crowbar and starts prying off the boards while Charlie keeps watch. A minute or so later, Raphael pries off the last 2x4 and shoulders open the doors, Charlie coming in right behind him. The grocery is relatively large for an urban store; 12 aisles, each perhaps two meters wide and around twenty meters long, make up the bulk of the store. The checkout counter is to their immediate right, and bathrooms are to their left. The far end of the grocery is a deli with fresh meats and seafood- though they're obviously not very fresh now, so there's a rather unpleasant odor emanating from the back of the store. "Yuck. Let's try to get anything other than whatever smells like ass." Many of the shelves seem to be relatively emptied, and most of what's left are very specific and situational ingredients, like sauces, oils, etc. Luck is on their side, however, and the two find a decent row of canned goods, enough to last the two of them at least a week.
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

"That's a grocery over there, let's check if it still has food." Charlie says to Raphael. Nodding in agreement, Raphael replies, "We should grab some food first, and then get some stuff from the hardware store." "Sounds good." Setting off towards the grocery, they find the front entrance, a double door, blocked with nailed up 2x4s. Raphael takes out his crowbar and starts prying off the boards while Charlie keeps watch. A minute or so later, Raphael pries off the last 2x4 and shoulders open the doors, Charlie coming in right behind him. The grocery is relatively large for an urban store; 12 aisles, each perhaps two meters wide and around twenty meters long, make up the bulk of the store. The checkout counter is to their immediate right, and bathrooms are to their left. The far end of the grocery is a deli with fresh meats and seafood- though they're obviously not very fresh now, so there's a rather unpleasant odor emanating from the back of the store. "Yuck. Let's try to get anything other than whatever smells like ass." Many of the shelves seem to be relatively emptied, and most of what's left are very specific and situational ingredients, like sauces, oils, etc. Luck is on their side, however, and the two find a decent row of canned goods, enough to last the two of them at least a week.
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

Matt turns to Fred and says, "Hey, pack some o' that food into your backpack. Hmmm...I'll take the left, you take the right." "Sounds good. Give me a yell if anything gets crazy." The two split up, and Fred moves to open the first door to the right, his Trench Spike drawn. As he turns the knob and pushes the door open, slowly at first until the door is wide open, it seems like the room within is empty. Then the infected screams as it launches itself at Fred, knocking him back into the wall. "♥♥♥♥!" Fred headbutts the infected, a girl about his own age, as hard as he can, causing her to stumble back a foot or so, then slams the Trench Spike into her stomach, which doesn't really do much. Before she can attack again, Matt busts her head open with a hard downward cleave of the fire axe. "Jesus... thanks for that." "No problem. Stay calm and go for the head, man. Stabbing them's not going to do much."
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

Matt turns to Fred and says, "Hey, pack some o' that food into your backpack. Hmmm...I'll take the left, you take the right." "Sounds good. Give me a yell if anything gets crazy." The two split up, and Matt moves to open the first door on his left with his fire axe drawn. He turns the knob and pushes the door open, finding an empty dorm inside with a fair amount of trash. He suddenly hears a scream as Fred is knocked back against the wall by an infected student. "♥♥♥♥!" Fred headbutts the infected, a girl about his own age, as hard as he can, causing her to stumble back a foot or so, then slams the Trench Spike into her stomach, which doesn't really do much. Before she can attack again, Matt busts her head open with a hard downward cleave of the fire axe. "Jesus... thanks for that." "No problem. Stay calm and go for the head, man. Stabbing them's not going to do much."
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