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Server time (UTC): 2019-12-09, 16:51 WE ARE RECRUITING
Frankie Angelo
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
  3. Date of birth
    1996-06-24 (23 years old)
  4. Place of birth
  5. Nationality
  6. Ethnicity
  7. Languages
    Fluent English, small amount of french, can read small amount of russian.
  8. Religion


  1. Height
    183 cm
  2. Weight
    85 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Short, brown, straight.
  5. Eyes
    Dark green/brown.
  6. Alignment
    True Neutral
  7. Equipment
    What i need. Nothing more.
  8. Occupation


What is this? What can we do? What are people doing? These are the questions we asked our selves when the "illness" hit.

May 3rd 2017. Martial law was declared. The streets were ridden with people, scared, terrified even. The airports were packed to the breaking point, all flights booked. Over the following weeks me, my son and daughter tried to get a flight or even a car to get out of the chaos but me not having a job, this was hopeless. Peoples focus started to move towards this old storage place, everyone in the town was talking about it. They all had their own opinions of what was going on there but i didnt think anything of it. More and more troops were patroling the streets.

Mid July. The morning was filled with radio broadcasts, one that stuck out was that there was a reaserch center being formed. Hundreds of doctors and UN persons. This was the last we heard from the radio as the battries ran out. The bombings persued for a few days, maybe 2 or 3. But after that silence. Only gun fire a few times a day.

By this time i had locked me and my kids in the house. Windows shut and blinded, door locked and barricaded. We had enough food for 3 days. 5 maybe if we rationed. I had to make a decision, stay in and wait for the military. Or use this food and water and try and get to that research center we heard about.

I grabbed what i could, food, water and warm clothes. It would take us a few hours to get to the center. As we opened the door we were instantly met with dead... dead people, look like they had been shot. We traveled slow up this first road bodies everywhere all same bullet wounds. Straight in the head. All of them. Just at the end of the road i could see a soldier, I shouted for him. He turns but half his face is missing, 3 or 4 bullet wounds in the chest but still walking? As we neared he staired straight into my eyes and started running. I froze, but my children didn't i ran for them but as they diped into a alley i lost sight of them. That was the last I saw of them.

My only goal now is to find them, get to the reseach center and find out what the hell is going on. Bodies on bodies every step. I avoided all the things i call "Lurker's" any time i get near they come running. All i can do is run into the forest and lose them. I am still on the path to the center, if my kids would go anywhere it would be there, they know the way.


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