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Benjamin Woodward
Character information
  1. Alias
    Woody
  2. Mental
    Depressed, and angry, Guilty at his cowardice.
  3. Morale
    Will not take from those in need
  4. Date of birth
    1988-03-09 (34 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Brisbane, Australia
  6. Nationality
    Australian
  7. Ethnicity
    Australian
  8. Languages
    English
  9. Relationship
    None
  10. Family
    None
  11. Religion
    None

Description

  1. Height
    178 cm
  2. Weight
    94 kg
  3. Build
    Stocky, Broad shoulder, muscular arms and chest with slightly rounded stomach.
  4. Hair
    Ear length messy black hair
  5. Eyes
    Green
  6. Alignment
    Neutral Good
  7. Features
    Full black face beard, cut roughly to 1cm thickness. Has a neck twitch when nervous or stressed.
  8. Equipment
    His wallet with a picture of his family in it. and his hunting knife he had when he fell over.
  9. Occupation
    Operations manager gone survivor
  10. Affiliation
    None
  11. Role
    None

Background

Born in Australia in 1988, my father was working as an engineer and took a position in Oslo Norway. We moved when I was young, maybe 6 or 7, I can not remember.
Life was good, we did not want for anything, and I had a happy life. I met my partner; we had a child, and my day was spent as an operations manager for an electrical company.
We did not think much when the lockdowns happened, we could work from home and my family were happy to see me.
After what seemed like a year, things got worse, open riots, violent attacks on the street, neighbour against neighbour but what was worse was the horror of these attacks. People biting, clawing, ripping at each other. It did not seem in defence or for want of taking possessions it was just open violence.
With my fathers help we barricaded up our home and waited in quiet. Waited for help or to be attacked, whatever came first.
We lingered on, food supplies dwindling, listening to reports over the radio, most of the time we were met with silence.
We woke one morning to a panicked yelling voice over the radio, he was yelling he had snuck into a base of some kind, saying that planes were launched and were going to bomb Oslo in an attempt to contain the outbreak. His words were cut off by a gun shot followed by silence.
Not taking chances we decided to flee. We lived near the port so we were close to water, upon tearing down the barricade and stepping outside we could tell we were not the only ones who heard the radio message as people fled throughout the city.
We also noticed the destruction as we ran, bodies, decaying and rotting in the street, even as we ran people were being pulled down and attacked and then we heard them.
Planes flew over head and on the city’s outskirts we saw explosions, great walls of fire spreading inwards towards us like a tidal wave of flame.
We got lucky; the flame did not reach the port. Three large passenger ships were docked as crews hurried people on board, an escape on ship to open sea.
It worked, we sailed away as we saw the city burn as bright as the sun, pouring gouts of flame into the sky.
We spoke to fellow passengers on board to discover we were headed to Nyheim, an apparent bastion for refugees.
Word spread of some infected on board but the crew had assured everyone the people in question were detained and that we were safe.
They were wrong, like a wave of sickness, the infected spread quickly. We had arrived on the shorefront of Nyheim but it was too late. We brought death with us, I watched as my family were torn apart before my eyes. I made it to the ship’s railings and in my cowardice, I jumped, not wanting to fight.
I blacked out and awoke on a shoreline, I scavenged what I could and set of, trying to find survivors in this world gone mad.

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