Name: John Steele
Age: 18
Days Survived: 1
Time: 11:30 A.M.
Weather: Thunderstorm
Temperature: 64°F
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Clothing: Ripped Green Shirt, Cargo Jeans, Black Belt, Nike Shoes, Old Digital Watch
Items: Spent Lighter
Right Hand: Crowbar
Left hand:
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Body Temperature: 37°C
Health: 100%
Hunger: 25%
Thirst: 10%
Sleep: 87%
Infection: 12%
Sanity: 40%
Honor: Neutral
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Perks: None
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Shelter: Small Warehouse
Power Supply: None
Food Supply: None
Water Supply: None
Population: Yourself
Health: 26%
Fortifications: 5%
Items: Scrap, Paper, a Desk, a Garbage Can, Cardboard
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Name: Argamen Phish
Age: 28
Days Survived: 1
Time of Day: Dawn
Weather: Thunderstorm
Temperature: 64°F
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Clothing: Trench coat, cargo shorts, purple t-shirt
Items: Small Backpack (Full), Cans of Food (x16), Bottles of Water(x8)
Right Hand: Crowbar
Left hand:
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Body Temperature: 36.7°C
Health: 100%
Hunger: 23%
Thirst: 13%
Sleep: 86%
Infection: 12%
Sanity: 71%
Honor: Neutral
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Perks: None
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Shelter: Small Warehouse
Power Supply: None
Food Supply: None
Water Supply: None
Population: Yourself
Health: 26%
Fortifications: 5%
Items: Scrap, paper, a desk, a garbage can, cardboard
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Temporary Shelter: House
Health: 98%
Fortifications: 36%
The house is now slightly fortified, and the window is blocked.
After searching the house for any threats or survivors, you came up empty.
You search all of the drawers in the house. You find jewelery, clothing, photos, and a few folded pieces of paper scattered inside, but no lighter of any type can be found here.
Do you still want to take a nap or change plans?
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Name: Kenji
Age: 20
Days Survived: 0
Time of Day: Dusk
Weather: Overcast
Temperature: 71°F
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Clothing: Black trench coat, black combat pants, black boots, white jacket, black facemask (nose to shoulders)
Items: Swiss Army Knife, Bottled Water (x5)
Right Hand:
Left hand:
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Body Temperature: 37°C
Health: 100%
Hunger: 44%
Thirst: 35%
Sleep: 50%
Infection: 29%
Sanity: 47%
Honor: 15%
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Perks:
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Shelter: Pawn Shop
Power Supply: ?
Food Supply: ?
Water Supply: ?
Population: 4
Health: 100%
Fortifications: 0%
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Theresa
Condition: Healthy
Items:Strawberry Chewing Gum(x5),Forks(x6), Broomstick
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Trevon
Condition: Healthy
Items:Cans of Food (x4), Bottled Water(x1),Matches(x13),Matchbox, Baseball Bat
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Chris
Condition: Healthy
Items: Crowbar, Flares(x3)
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Chris and Theresa glance at each other, then back at you and Trevon. They sigh, and nod.
Trevon leads the group into the store. Everyone did their best not to make any noise by stepping on any twigs or leaves, and so far, it paid off. No zombies have been running through the back door to catch anyone as of yet.
"Turns out it was a pawn shop." Trevon says, as he stands up from crouching and looks at the shelves at either side of the room. "This is a storage room."
"How did you know this is a pawn shop?" Chris asks as he closes the door behind the group.
"The unused 'pawn shop' signs hung up everywhere." He replies. He is right, the storage room has these signs all around the storage room strangely enough. "I'm guessing these are the signs they didn't want to be shown on the front side of the building."
The group ignores the contents of the shelves, as it seemed to be a few gaming items, jewelery, and a few other items, except for Theresa. The jewelery has caught her eye, and she stops to try some of the necklaces on.
Trevon enters the main room first, which happens to be right across from the counter. Its very easy to see over the shelves in this room. Every single item can be seen that is hanging on the walls is extremely vauluable, and the items are the shelves are small luxuries.
"Looks like this was a pretty successful pawn shop." Trevon comments.
"You were wrong, Trey. This isn't a gun store. We are wasting our time." Chris says, satisfied with being correct.
"Have you ever been in a pawn shop, Chris? Almost every single pawn shop has weapons either at the front desk in glassware, or in a room behind the cashier."
"Well... most pawn shops. Not all of them." Chris says, struggling to spit out his words.
Trevon turns, and walks towards the front as you and Chris slowly follow. The guitars that are hanging on the walls caught Chris's eye immediately, and he turns right to check them out. So far, the items on the shelves are movies, games, gaming accessories, and a few different clothing options like gloves or socks. On the other side of the shelf is another parallel to it, and that one has hardware on the side that you can see.
"Hey! These are freakin' amazing!" Chris yells in excitement.
You and Trevon both shush him angrily, hoping someone or something didn't hear him. You walk up to the glass front door to check, and see nothing approaching. Theresa comes into the main room and looks at Chris like he'd pissed himself. She shakes her head, and goes back into the storage room to check out more jewelery. Maybe the jewelery is brightening her mood some. Maybe.
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Name: Tarquin Brown
Age: 18
Days Survived: 0
Time of Day: Dawn
Weather: Sunny
Temperature: 87°F
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Clothing: Black hoodie,blue jeans,white running shoes
Items: Small Backpack, Pack of chewing gum(x2),Canned food(x6)
Right Hand: Baseball bat
Left hand:
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Body Temperature: 37°C
Health: 100%
Hunger: 96%
Thirst: 88%
Sleep: 90%
Infection: 13%
Sanity: 75%
Honor: 5%
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Perks: None
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Shelter: Mental Institution
Power Supply: 15 minutes worth
Food Supply: 7 days worth
Water Supply: 4 days worth
Population: 8 People
Health: 86%
Fortifications: 23%
Items: Desks, Cells, Unfashionable Clothing, Couches, chairs, refrigerators
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Name: Charlie Hewitt
Age: 18
Days Survived: 0
Time: 11:50 A.M.
Weather: Sunny
Temperature: 91°F
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Clothing: Multicam ACU Style Nylon Jacket, White Undershirt, Multicam ACU Style Nylon Pants, Multicam Boonie Hat, Military-grade Boots
Items: Multicam Tactical Ambidextrous Sling Bag , one bandage, four magazines, one C4 + Detonator, one mine
Right Hand: AC-556 (35;3)
Left hand: Occupied
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Body Temperature: 37°C
Health: 100%
Hunger: 94%
Thirst: 90%
Sleep: 97%
Infection: 2%
Sanity: 100%
Honor: 85% - Hero
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Perks:
-Well Fit (Boost to Speed and Fatigued less)
-Accurate (Precise with firearms)
-Honorable (Gain respect and trust 3x quicker)
-Leadership (Bigger boost to any allies morale)
-Hardened (Sanity is lost 2x less than normal)
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Shelter: Military Outpost
Power Supply: 16 days worth
Food Supply: 13 days worth
Water Supply: 26 days worth
Population: 16 survivors
Health: 100%
Fortifications: 95%
Items: Armory, Beds, Showers, Refridgerators, Shared Rooms, 4 Watch Towers, 3 HUMVEES, Helicopter, 2 Medical Camps, Cardboard, broken engine, scrap metal, aluminum
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Alpha Squad: 6 personnel
Bravo Squad: 6 personnel
Charlie Squad: 5 personnel
Delta Squad: 6 personnel
"Charlie... what are you doing? You're not cold are you?" Dave says, chuckling to himself while he raises his drink to his lips.
"Shut the hell up, Dave. You aren't even funny." says Geoffrey.
Dave sips the last of his drink, and stands up as his bottle clashes with the concrete flooring. Dave approaches Geoffrey, and slams his hands on the table. Geoffrey recoils away from the table a little, but settles back in his spot after they both stare at each other before Dave speaks again. "Did I ask for your input?" his voice quiet, yet still raspy. Geoffrey doesn't say anything, then dDave asks again, but raises his voice greatly.
"Knock it off Dave." says one of his squad mates, nicknamed Ares. "Sit back down and leave the situation alone. Do you hear yourself? You're getting heated up by nothing."
Dave raises his hands from the table and rests them by his side. He turns to Ares, and looks at him the way he stared Geoff down, but doesn't do anything. Ares is much bigger than him, which is why he is called Ares, 'the God of War'. He's also more intelligent, so Dave can't do anything but listen and be his pet. Dave still says nothing, but punches the door on his way out of the bar. Everyone takes a few seconds to chill out. A few of them couldn't help but to shake their heads at the man.
