Deciding to try and find a map of the station, Ronald quickly notices two large laminated floor plans hanging up on the wall closest to him. Each of the floor plans shows the layout for a separate level. Scrutinizing the map, Ron immediately finds that the first floor contains the sheriff's office: a logical place to start. The second floor contains the offices of some detectives and captains, so he makes a mental note of re-checking those offices, just in case, and sets off towards the sheriff's office. Upon reaching the door, an ordinary wooden door with a glass window and "OFFICE OF SHERIFF JACKSON" emblazoned on it, Ron turns the handle to find the door unlocked. Inside is a scene of chaotic massacre- dried bloodstains streaked across the walls, broken furniture strewn on the floor, shards of glass covering an overturned desk. The smell makes it evident that there's likely a dead body still inside the office. "Yeesh. Wasn't expecting that."
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 (8 rounds loaded / 30 spare rounds)
Glock 17 (17 rounds loaded / 17 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)
-Pack of Cigarettes (Opened: 19 remaining)
Conditions

"Come on, we can take that one easily. Let's hurry up and get inside." "Right behind you." John and Harry set off down the street, cautiously looking around as they get closer to the single infected human. When they reach a distance of about fifty yards from him, the infected turns around with a sick lurching motion, analyzes them for a few seconds, and then begins to lope towards them. John readies his crowbar as the lope turns into a jog and then into a full-out dash. Harry draws his metal pipe, and the two stand side by side, not taking their eyes off of the charging beast. With a blood-curdling scream, the infected leaps like an animal from about ten feet away, arching through the air like a predator. It's a sight scary enough to make most people soil themselves, but John is Cool Under Pressure (4 + 1 = 5) and calmly smashes the infected square in the chin with an uppercut of his crowbar. The infected's chin is torn clean off and the feral human is knocked backwards from the force, falling on its back right in front of John. Before it can move, Harry promptly smashes its skull in with a brutal ground smash. "Well, that was easy. On to the college!" The two walk perhaps another fifty feet before they come to one of the side gates of the college. It's fairly large for being close to the middle of the city, an impressive, roughly rectangular compound surrounded with a high cobblestone wall. They walk through the gate and onto a wide boulevard leading to a large silver fountain a few hundred feet away. Buildings, big and small, are scattered throughout the campus. They don't see anyone around.
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
-Mini-Map
Conditions

Bio
Male, 28, about 5'10", lean and rugged, short black hair and black eyes. Wearing a white polo and jeans.
Weapons
.32 Revolver (5 rounds loaded / 0 spare rounds)
Metal Pipe
Condition
Healthy

Raphael looks around to see what kind of furniture is present in the small hardware shop. There aren't any chairs or tables, and the shelves and counter are all made of smooth white plaster. Charlie, meanwhile, begins taking out some of the 2x4s from the crate. "Hey, Charlie, what're you doing with those?" Raphael asks. "Hm? Oh, I was planning on trying to barricade us in." "You sure that's a good idea? There isn't much here from what I can tell. We've got enough supplies to last us for a bit, but we'd probably have to move on pretty soon. I'd rather not throw up barricades and then try to take them down." Seeing his point, Charlie returns the 2x4s to the box.
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
-Crate of 2x4s
Conditions

Charlie moves over to the box with the 2x4 planks inside and begins taking some out, intending to barricade the shop closed. "Hey, Charlie, what're you doing with those?" Raphael asks. "Hm? Oh, I was planning on trying to barricade us in." "You sure that's a good idea? There isn't much here from what I can tell. We've got enough supplies to last us for a bit, but we'd probably have to move on pretty soon. I'd rather not throw up barricades and then try to take them down." Seeing his point, Charlie returns the 2x4s to the box and looks up- that door to the backroom seems to be catching his eye for some reason.
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

"Might as well keep scrounging. I'll be sure to watch FOR FLYING BOOKS this time," Fred adds with a rather pointed glance at Chelsea. She blushes and grins sheepishly, managing to look adorable enough for Fred to crack a small smile himself before walking out of the room. "Yeah, I'll help," Matt says. "We should probably stick together. There's only that one room left in this hall, so let's check it out before we go anywhere else." Matt and Chelsea follow him out of the room and move towards the last door. Fred tries the handle and finds it unlocked. He shoots a look at Matt, who readies his HK45, then pushes the door open, holding up his trench spike. The room seems fairly ordinary, although entirely devoid of human presence. There are a few supplies here and there, mainly paper, pens, a calculator, and so on and so forth, but nothing that really seems useful.
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
Inventory
Large Backpack
Backpack
Conditions

"Might as well keep scrounging. I'll be sure to watch FOR FLYING BOOKS this time," Fred adds with a rather pointed glance at Chelsea. She blushes and grins sheepishly, managing to look adorable enough for Fred to crack a small smile himself before walking out of the room. "Yeah, I'll help," Matt says. "We should probably stick together. There's only that one room left in this hall, so let's check it out before we go anywhere else." Matt and Chelsea follow him out of the room and move towards the last door. Fred tries the handle and finds it unlocked. He shoots a look at Matt, who readies his HK45, then pushes the door open, holding up his trench spike. The room seems fairly ordinary, although entirely devoid of human presence. There are a few supplies here and there, mainly paper, pens, a calculator, and so on and so forth, but nothing that really seems useful.
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 / 159 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

Bio
Female, 20, about 5'6", lean, long curly sandy hair and bright blue eyes. Wearing a red hoodie, short cut-off jeans, and black sneakers.
Weapons
CZ 75b (12 rounds loaded / 12 spare rounds)
Condition
Healthy