Name: Keichi Samura Aka Kei Age: 23 Gender: Male Appearance: Specialties: Thanks to his past military experience with US Army, He's quite proficient in hand to hand combat along with major hand and eye coordination making him quite the good shot. Although he prefers not to use guns as they create alot of attention, so normally carries a katana he had picked up at a sporting goods store. That and he has his machete along with an M4 usually draped around his back. Personality: Since the disaster occured he's been on his own, He ahd originally been in a Army unit, however it had eventually been wiped out by this plague, Kei Trusts no one and tends to prefer to be alone. He has come across several people since it happened, only to eventually disappear from each group he joins. In his mind the larger the group the easier it is to find. He's not a big fan on working together either, he won't be told what to do and does whatever he thinks is the right decision. Items: M4, Katana, and a machete
Name: Sarah Korran Age: 22 Gender: Female Appearance: Specialties: Bow and Arrow, Katana, Hunting Skills Personality: Sarah is a hard worker, but is very passionate about people and what she does. Ever since the outbreak a year earlier, Sarah has had to steel her nerves just to stay alive. Now, even when she isn’t meaning to, she will sound cold and mean. Items: Bow, Arrows, Pistol, Pistol Ammo, Katana, Hunting Gear
Sarah shivered in the darkness of the morning. Dew hung around most of her clothing and the nearby gear sack hanging on the branches next to her. She was now positioned about a fourth of the way up one of the few trees near the god-forsaken town. She had once again dozed off, remembering a time before all of this had happened. This is not the time to be thinking of times long gone. She thought shaking her head. She pulled her bag off the large branch stump that it was hanging on and pulled out a piece of meat. It was from a small fox that she had hunted just a few days prior and had cooked that same night. Now it was cold and, thanks to her lack of salts and ice, would probably go bad to the point of being inedible.
Tearing at the chunk, she glanced down at the town. There were still some groaners (a term representing the slow and loud zombies) shifting about, but the reavers (a term representing swift killing zombies) were nowhere to be seen. She wasn't sure if there were any surviving groups down in that town, or what she would be able to scavenge at this point, but she was definitely running low on bandages and would really love to have the luxury of running water for a change. Na, can't be too hopeful. With a sigh glanced at the forest floor and once she was sure it was clear, she made her way down the tree. Snapping her pack around her waist, she pulled off her bow and cocked an arrow, but didn't ready it. Patience was key in this new horrific world.
Sarah had past by the first building with ease, when the first light of dawn spiraled out over the horizon. She kept to the brightest sections of the town, knowing exactly where the safest points were. If she hadn't decided to survive a year ago, she probably would have been killed by a reaver as she huddled in the dark. Most survivors nowadays knew that a reaver's weakness was light. They could register movements at night with their extremely dialated pupils, but once morning comes, they move to the darker reaches of their hunting grounds. Even though they were "mindless zombies", Sarah had learned to treat them like hostile animals. Groaners hunted like a pack of wolves, where as reavers hunted like an owl. But she was surprised. The groaners had all but disappeared from the town now, she hadn't even released a single arrow. She noticed a store nearby.
From the outside, the store was quiet, an occasional flicker of a light still running from the backup generator. This town must have fallen in the past 3 months then. But if that's true, then there are probably still usable supplies here. She tried the store door. Surprisingly it was locked. The windows are still intact and the door is locked... Could there still be survivors inside? She peered into the store more closely and saw the smears of dried blood across the floor leading behind a shelf. She shook her head and now weighed the options. Whoever was living in here had let in an infected. There was a good chance the infected was still in here and even better chance that the survivor was also still here, no longer a survivor though. It's not worth it. I don't hear anything, so this is probably a reaver's nest. She had begun to refer to places that would attract survivors as reaver's nests. After all, if food comes to you, then why leave? It's the same idea when hunting. She sighed and continued to the center of town.