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Reece Rainey
Character information
  1. Alias
  2. Mental
    Worried about humanity
  3. Date of birth
    1995-09-06 (24 years old)
  4. Place of birth
    Northern Ireland
  5. Nationality
  6. Ethnicity
  7. Languages
  8. Relationship
  9. Religion


  1. Height
    185 cm
  2. Weight
    89 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Dark Brown
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Good
  7. Features
    He has a scar on the left of his face
  8. Occupation
    Combat Medic


I don't really know how to start this. Im gonna keep a diary of everything that happens to me but first you need to know who i actually am and what has already happened to me. I was a Medic before those dead fuckers took over. I was always exhausted and drained but not once did I ever want to leave. I can't leave someone to die and if there is a possibility of me helping then you bet your ass that I will. People are weak when they are alone because if they run into a deadly situation where its their life on the line then they're either going to have to trust some random fuck from nowhere or try to deal with it themselves. From what I've seen in my time it never goes well when you do it yourself and if you rely on someone else you got a 50/50 chance of being shot, robbed or even just fucking abandoned. This is a dangerous life and I don't see it getting any safer while people are still killing each other.

I spent a long time in a few of those tents surrounded by the screams of people becoming infected and I never want to hear that again. I want to help people. I want to make sure someone always has that person they can trust rather than risking their life when they are in dire trouble. I want to be that lifeline for the people in need. I don't want to kill human beings because there is already enough dead fuckers roaming the streets but if i have to, ill make sure that fucker never draws another breath. I will only ever offer kindness and hospitality first but if anyone ever betrays that, they'll know about it.

My name is Reece Rainey, but most people call me Irish. If you've found this journal then I guess I either left it behind and will be back soon or you took my hospitality and shoved it up my ass. Either way, it doesn't matter in the end.


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