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Renee Buxton
Character information
  1. Mental
    Depressed
  2. Date of birth
    1997-10-06 (22 years old)
  3. Place of birth
    United Kingdom
  4. Nationality
    British
  5. Ethnicity
    White
  6. Languages
    English and a little Chernarussian

Description

  1. Height
    174 cm
  2. Weight
    79 kg
  3. Build
    Skinny
  4. Hair
    Brown, Messy
  5. Eyes
    Light Blue
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral

Background

Beginning.

Like most foreigners trapped in Chernarus it was a case of wrong place wrong time for Renee Buxton. He had only planned to stop there for a few days before continuing his travels east. The locals told him of the raising threat of war with Russia and with his flight out grounded he decide to take up on a nice families offer to travel west, away from what looked like the start of another bloody war. It wasn't long before the rumours of Infected started. Stories of crazed men and monsters became more and more common, until inevitably Renee ran into them himself. It was like something out of a movie, real life zombies... well kind of. These zombies weren't dead, more like sort of fucked up mutation of rabies. It grabbed the families' kid before we even knew what was happening, the father pulled the Infected guy away killing it with a large rock but it was too late, the kid was dead. The journey from then on was quiet, the silence only broken by the occasional sob. Renee felt that he had to move on, this family had been through enough, he didn't want to give them the burden of carrying a scared foreigner. So when they fell to sleep he decide that in the morning he would thank them and move on. Except he never got the chance, they turned during the night. Turns out it's nothing like the movies, you either turn into one of them... or you don't.

Surviving.

Renee survived. That's all he had done. Ever since the end of the world all Renee did was survive... alone, by himself, for years. He couldn't remember if his isolation was though choice or circumstance. Days melded into one another. Living became no more than a task to complete. His mind played tricks, seeing things that weren't there. People long dead taunted him. He cried out to no one. He would pretend to kill himself just for the tiny high of not having to live. He would load his gun and put it to his head, praying for the strength to pull the trigger. 

Breaking.

The time had come. Renee was done. He just wanted it to end. He had considered a bullet but for whatever reason Renee decide that he wanted to jump. Maybe it was to feel the exhilaration of flying or maybe he wanted the opportunity to see if he would feel regret. Whatever the reason was the result would still be the same.

Renee had seen the radio tower a few times, passing by it now and then, but now as he approached it seemed taller than he had ever seen it before. Down at the base of the tower was a radio station... with tents... and working cars... and a person. A real person who said "hi" and "how are you?" Renee couldn't talk, he couldn't think of any words to say. Renee just turned around and walked into the woods, his mind a broken mess of thoughts. Eventually he returned to the camp. The people were kind. They asked Renee about his time in the apocalypse, he told them that he had been alone but brushed off the questions about what that had done to him mentally. He spent the night with them chatting and laughing but in the morning, without saying a word, he walked towards the tower. Two men from the camp called for him as he reached the bottom of the tower, the offered Renee a chance to stay with them.

It was quiet at the top. The wind blew only gently. Renee sat on the edge watching the world go by. He thought of the years he survived never living for anything. He looked down at the people he had spent the night with, the people who were kind, generous and real. He smiled. Maybe now wasn't the end but the start, the start of a life worth living.


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