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Name (An Alias is fine too)
Bob
Gender,
male
Age,
17
Location (w/ population statistics ie Suburbs, Urban, Rural, Ghetto, Sparta)
Suburbs, Pop around 100,000 (That includes the nearby areas)
What is your house like? (Apartment, dorm, barracks, submarine, 2 story mansion..etc.)
Condo, with 5 floors.
Current mental and physical health,
Mental health is very fine tuned, I can pretty much look down the barrel of a gun and not blink. Physical health: Recovering from a broken ankle, I can run though.
Current medication,
None
Anything you can use in your house as a weapon,
..... If zombies breath, I can make mustard gas, if not I keep glass bottles for molotovs, along with thermite bombs, and a Fuel air bomb that would take about 6 hours to set up. Also a real katana...
How close you are to a potential food, water source or safe zone.
Food? 1 min walk to 7/11, 5 minute walk to an actual super market.
Real world skills (carpentry, plumping, MAPPING, CODING and BETA TESTING DOES NOT COUNT)
Electrician, slight carpentry, weapons development, General system hacking, and ability to fix any gun handed to me. Also am a good marksman. Also very very good with a katana.
Are you close to any source of weaponry, munition depots, wood/barricade source?
Seeing as how I view a gas station as a munition depot, yes I am close to one, for actual fire arms the closest is about a 20 minute walk.
Anything else you think is important
I could make a nuke given some enriched uranium.....
That should be plenty fun to write on.

[Razven]

Sorry for the unannnouced hiatus folks, school's started and the workload seriously made me wish someone would blow MY brains out with a 12 guage than go to school. Expect updates maybe tomrrow or so.

[Razven]

It's September 11th, supposedly some tragic day where something happened, you're too busy right now to remember the carenage and scenes from it, you're busy. You look up at the American Flag, wishing that it was waving in the air valiantly, but the air was still today, the red haze from the crap that's been burning since the Battle of Yonkers filling the air, as if looking at the world with Hell colored glasses.

You here the voices, the screams, the moans, Bradley's firing their auto-cannons, the steady thump of Paladin artillery, MLRS screaming over your heads, dispersing into little bomblets, Apaches and Comanches fill the air with their own Hydra rockets and auto-cannon fire, you hear a tank fire its coaxial machine-gun and a much louder single thump as it fires another SABOT round into the oncoming mass, you join your comrades and brothers in uniform, your M249 chattering as you spray the horde with lead, each burst just enough for you to say "Die motherfucker, die.". It slowly becomes a battle mantra. You repeat "Die motherfucker, die." over and over again. Then you slowly notice that you're running low on ammo, the fire was dying down, you can't hold the horde, it seems that all the other units have retreated other than yours.

They're 20 meters out. You hand out the last of your spare mags and load your last box of ammo into the SAW. You see a private praying and making the sign of the cross before he reloaded the last clip.

They're 15 meters out. You're already firing on full auto, fuck mantras, it doesn't matter if you hit them in the head or not anymore, you're knocking them back, buying more time. Someone will come back for you, you can't be left behind. They did say "Leave no man behind.", right? Oh shit, that was the Marines, not Army.

They're 10 meters out. You can see the holes in their chest, thick black goo leaking out from their wounds, the broken teeth, glossy eyes. You try and hold down your breakfast and continue firing. Click. You're out of ammo. Now you're fucked.

The last 10 meters seems to shorten to 1 as you look hurriedly for a hand to hand weapon. You K-Bar is useless against the massive hoard, but you try anyway. Counter balance the knife, quick slash, retract. Oh shit, it's stuck, you shrink away from the dead body, knife still wedged between his neck, not letting the damn fuckers get you.

You hear a scream as the private gets teared to shreds, dragged down by the endless human wave. You pick up your M249 by the barrel and swing it like a madman, it hits a naked ghoul in the face, you hear a crack as what you think is the nose bone break, it probably went up his brain since it went limp and fell to the floor. You swing at one, and then another, you hit your third ghoul in the shin. Fuck the gun's heavy. You can't hold the barrel any long. Thank god you saved the one last pistol bullet for yourself, safely tucked...wait, where is it? You curse yourself as you suddenly realise that you probably dropped it when you were being a idiot and swinging machine-guns by the barrel. Good job, fuck face.

You try taking them on one to one, but you suddenly feel a pair of cold dead but strangely comforting arms wrap around you in a undead embrace, if it was in life, it would be called surprise hug, but the action from this walking corpse only served to let let it tear into the back of your neck and let another pair of eager hands claw away at your uniform.

You let out a muffled scream as the pair of arms finally managed to claw into your flesh, you could feel your flesh ripping as blood slowly gushed out of the gaping wound. A ghoul let out what seems to be a grin at you before widening the hole in your stomach and taking out your intestine.

You try to scream, but another ghoul, a female one spots your opened mouth and gladly gives you a kiss, she bites your tongue off along with most of your lower lip. You senses start fading, the pain seems to be diminishing. You feel tired and drowsy, but you continue to look in fascination as the little party of once living beings feast on your internal organs, but not quite reaching the vital ones that would kill you. You curse the Gods again as you see your small intestine, or what's remaining of it get wrapped around you, turning you into a macabre human Christmas tree, with guts and blood splotches as decorations, the ghouls walking in frantic circles trying to find the source of the whine in the air.

It seems to be a helicopter, good, it seems that help arrived after all. You spy from the window a Blackhawk, the gunner spraying upwards, downwards, everywhere with the mini-gun, a spray hits the group devouring you. Oh wait, it didn't hit all of them, it missed you. You close your eyes, make your peace with the Gods and prepare to die.

Only you failed to die. You wake up, your limbs stiff, your vision blurry. The helicopter is gone, where are you? More importantly? What are you now? You have no idea why you can still see, you can still hear, but for some reason, you can't control the body, your body walks around in a lurching gait, slow, steady, methodically and if memory serves right, never tiring. Now you smell something new, something edible body decide to investigate, you smash open a door with your new found strength, there's warm body hiding under the bed, judging from the sobs, it seems to be a child.

You decide to pull him out, comfort him, tell him everything is alright, you open your mouth and let out and cross between a moan and a roar and proceed to bite the poor kid's neck. The spray of warm blood is strangely satisfying as you decide to take a few more bites as the kid's struggling become weaker until it finally ceased. You feel so ashamed, ashamed that have become the thing you have sworn to protect others from, but deep inside, you also feel strangely satisfied now that you've fed, the blood of the living giving you a taste of what you once were.

Congratulations, you're now part of the Living Dead.


Little teensy blurb I suddenly felt writing, hope you enjoyed it. Please comment?

Little MGS reference there, first one to find it gets a cookie.

Edited by People's Liberation Army, 17 September 2007 - 13:53.

[Dauth]

Thats very good, a true curse that someones concious is still active after death.

[General Kirkov]

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Name

Giancarlo Qualizza

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Gender

Male

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Age

20

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Location

Montreal suburb Kirkland, pop 45,000. City of Mtl 3 million

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What is your house like

Two story house

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Current mental and physical health

Mental:nobody knows, physical: Pretty good

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Current medication

none

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Anything you can use in your house as a weapon

Baseball bats, hockey sticks, evil cat

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How close you are to a potential food, water source or safe zone

15 minute drive to super market

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Real world skills

Qualified on a shitload of weapons.

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Are you close to any source of weaponry, munition depots, wood/barricade source?

40-45 minute drive to my armoury, 50, to a ammo depot.

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Anything else you think is important

Police department not too far.

Edited by Capt. Kirkov, 19 September 2007 - 13:55.

[Razven]

It’s Easter, time of the year where we celebrate everyone’s favorite Zombie Jew, Jesus!

Dice roll 1: 4
Dice roll 2: 4

“Waris.” Somebody knocked on the door. “We have to go, now. Hurry up.”
“Five more minutes, I just need to, find my gun.” Waris replied back as he scanned his room for the gun for the last time before finding it under his bed along with enough rounds to only load half a magazine. “There, done.”
“Hurry up! We have to make Putrajaya by sundown; the roads and KTM train-station are jammed, head on collision a mile from Putrajaya station just stopped the entire line. They just announced that on the radio, we’re heading out on foot.”
“Shit..., do we have enough food? Water?” Waris asked the retired policeman.
“I don’t know but do you have enough painkillers? Don’t want you bitching about your chronic neck pain when we walk there.” The man replied, taking a cigarette out of his pocket, lighting it with one hand while wiping dust off his shotgun with another. “It’s been some time since I’ve shot this thing, kept it in my closet ever since I’ve ran out of birdshot. Good thing buckshot works much better on humans, not so good on birds though, leaves nothing but a bloody mess.” He looked at Waris. “Oh right, let’s go.”
“Wait, what the...” Waris pointed out the window, towards the apartment block outside opposite them. It seems one family has forgotten to close the doors as they packed, a lone zombie has snuck up on a man catching him by surprise. Waris recognised him as a small child he saw at the playground’s father, somebody screamed.as the man was bitten in arm while delivering a punch to the ghoul’s face, buying just enough time for his wife to charge at the zombie with a chair, pushing it all the way back and out the living room window, falling 9 floors down, headfirst into the parking lot concrete.
“Waris, I don’t think you should see this. We have to go.” The retired police officer gestured at the door as he half pushed Waris towards it. “We have to go, don’t look back.” But Waris saw it anyway as he turned his head, the injured man had jumped despite the cries of his wife and child, landing next to the splattered remains of the ghoul.
“I told you not to look, nobody should see something like this. At least, not you.” The man sighed as he trudged down the stairs, shotgun at the ready. “I’ve seen something like that once, car crash, poor guy had half of his brains on the wheel and half, we didn’t know where the other half went. The ambulance crew picked him up in a bucket.” Waris nodded numbly as they continued down the stairs.
They left the building in silence, one concentrating on any sign of the undead while the other replayed the man jumping off the building and the cries of his family as he fell in his mind. The rest of the walk was uneventful, most of the population have followed military orders and headed to evacuation sites already. They stopped on the way for medical supplies, ammo and food at the various local shops, most of which were deserted, but luckily not looted empty.
It was sundown by the down at the outskirts of the city when they were greeted by a long convoy of trucks and military equipment headed towards their direction, a jeep stopped when they saw the pair.
“Need a lift?” The man yelled as the other trucks drove overtook him. “We’re heading to Bangi.”
“We just came from there, why are you guys leaving? We’re you supposed to be in the city?” Waris asked as he eyed the big blue boxes marked with “United Nations Humanitarian Supplies” piled high in the jeep, as the retired policeman smoked another cigarette, looking at the billowing smoke on the edges of the horizon.
“It's overrun, the horde from Kuala Lumper...the derailed train. They were coming from everywhere, we didn’t even have time evacuate all the refugees from the site. Supreme Command estimates there’s around 40 to 70 thousand of them pouring into the countryside. We’re taking what we can and we’re getting out of here, bad luck to them if they can’t fend for themselves. We’ll drop you off at Bangi.”
“HOW CAN YOU JUST, LEAVE THE-.” Waris was furious, in his eyes, these men were not soldiers, just cowards and thieves in uniform but his screaming was silenced as the ex-cop put a hand over his mouth to make him shut up.
“Let it go kid, it’s too late for them now. There’s no point in making more enemies.. Be thankful your parents weren’t on the train and safe, there’s nothing me or you can do even if we head into the city.”
“So you want the lift or not?” The driver was getting impatient, the convoy was already almost out of sight.
“Yah, sure.” The retired policeman climbed onto the jeep, holding the door open for Waris so that the jeep driver wouldn’t speed off without him. “Hop aboard.”

[Sgt. Rho]

Name - Helge
Gender - Male
Age - 16
Location - urban (Ondara)
What is your house like? - 3 story house
Current mental and physical health - sane
Current medication - none
Anything you can use in your house as a weapon - hammers, a set of knives, a pumpgun, two cowbars
How close you are to a potential food, water source or safe zone - other side of the road
Real world skills - knife throwing, some karate, run fast as shit for indefinate time
Are you close to any source of weaponry, munition depots, wood/barricade source - the next military base is 5km away, the next weapons store 500 meters

[Razven]

"The Nova Special"

After playing with a 1 sided dice, I have determined how Nova, who is now banned will do against a zombie onslaught:

Dice Roll 1: 1
Dice roll 2: 1

"I AM a resident of Tokyo." The women screamed at the Embassy as the Marines stationed there shoved her away from the gate as another truck of survivors of Japanese ancesetry rolled in. The Japanese were one of the first and few nations that had managed to secure their capital before the infestation went global and they were actively screening everyone to prevent their last bastion of humanity to fall. As a gesture of goodwill, they were willing to take anyone with Japanese ancestry off the hands of nations that were having trouble keeping the survivors fed and alive while fighting off the undead.
"I'm sorry miss, but you don't look remotely Asian, you managed to spell Tokyo as "Tyoko", I suggest you go find your local evacuation sight and wait for help there. Now piss off." The marine looked at the sad idiot staring at him, wondering how such an idiot was still alive. The war over the city had been brutal and a lot of his friends had been lost.
"Let me in!" She screamed again as she picked up a rock and threw it at the now very pissed off Marine.
"Miss, I suggest you not to try that again or we will have to resort to force to remove you from the area." The Marine warned as he secretly wish his CO would allow the shooting of stupid fucks who don't deserve to live. "This is your final warning." Another rock hit the Marine's helmet.
"Sarge, there's a swarm of them coming, let the ones in line into the embassy first. They can come back out once we're done." A marine shouted, followed by a squad of soldiers ushering the refugees camped both outside the fortified walls of the embassey. "Get them in now, everyone who doesn't make it is another one we have to take down some other day."
The Marine nodded and thumbed his sidearm as he looked at the rag-tag group of refugees rush into the gate. "Just where the hell do you think you're going?" The Marine stepped forward as he pulled the rock-throwing women out of the crowd. "I never said you can get in, you're not a refugee." Pushing her onto the pavement, he looked the gates and loaded a magazine into his gun and turned to the soldiers around him. "Under no circumstances are you to let her in, she's a no-go." The men around him nodded and gave her a look of both pity. "If she gets bitten, then treat her as one of them." A rock landed next to the marine's feet but he didn't turn around. "To those who are outside the gates, consider this as a hint. Run before we have to waste a bullet on you too."

Edited by Razven, 15 April 2009 - 18:40.

[Ragman]

Name
Rags

Gender
Male

Age
19

Location
Milan (Michigan, Not Italy) > Suburbs > Anywhere form 1-10,000 population

What is your house like?
Townhouse > Single Story > Basement > Brick front >

Current mental and physical health
Both good

Current medication
None

Anything you can use in your house as a weapon
Colt Revolver > Hunting Knife > Combat Knife > Fillet Knife > Metal Baseball bat > Chainsaw > 2bit Axe > Machete > Hatchet > Nail Gun > Meat Cleaver > Homemade metal club > Scottish Claymore > Highlander sword > Rope and Lawnmower > Compound Bow > Compound crossbow

How close you are to a potential food, water source or safe zone.
10 second walk from Town Center, Police and fire station, and small community market

Real world skills
Some Carpentry / Construction > Good thinker / Problem solver > Cooking > some Electrical work

Are you close to any source of weaponry, munition depots, wood/barricade source?
Short walk to police station > Lots and lots of Wood around here > Hunting Emporium 30 minute drive away > lowes AND Home depot 30 minute drive away

[Ghostrider]

People's Liberation Army, on 21 Aug 2007, 12:55, said:

Name (An Alias is fine too)
Gender,
Age,
Location (w/ population statistics ie Suburbs, Urban, Rural, Ghetto, Sparta)
What is your house like? (Apartment, dorm, barracks, submarine, 2 story mansion..etc.)
Current mental and physical health,
Current medication,
Anything you can use in your house as a weapon,
How close you are to a potential food, water source or safe zone.
Real world skills (carpentry, plumping, MAPPING, CODING and BETA TESTING DOES NOT COUNT)
Are you close to any source of weaponry, munition depots, wood/barricade source?
Anything else you think is important

Name: Andy
Age: 20
Location: College Dorm
Dorm Room: 15 by 15 room with one roomate, last room on the end of the third floor of a four story dorm.
Current mental and physical health: 5:30 mile time, gym four times a week (very good)
Current Medication: None
Possible Weapons: Large Swiss-Army Knife-like tool, blunt objects
Proximity to food source: College cafeteria is a two minute walk away
Real world skills: Pretty good at carpentry/plumbing/manual labor jobs, also know a good deal about cars
Proximity to actual weapons: Not very good (college security office is a three minute walk away, not sure if they have firearms there)
Other info: Surrounded daily by 4000 students

[Dr. Strangelove]

Not giving to many details about my actual name, age etc.;

Name: Lets say 'Jack Ridley'.
Age: 20(?)
Location: Wealthy suburban neighborhood in LA County.
House: Two Stories, 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms.
Mental Health: Splendid.
Physical Health: Average.
Possible Weapons:Crowbar, Power Tools, 9mm handgun, AR-15, M-14
Within walking distance of several supermarkets, churches, police stations, schools, clinics, and ten minute drive to a massive international airport.
Real World Skills: Amateur pilot.
Proximity to Actual Weapons: Excellent.
Knows access code for the communications vault at one of the local defense contractors(within walking distance), not much gets in or out of there. The place also has decent security.

Edited by Dr. Strangelove, 16 June 2009 - 02:27.

[BeefJeRKy]

Name: Jim Ramsey Khoury
Age: 19
Location: Montreal, Canada
House: New Residence Hall (converted hotel)
Mental Health: I'm an engineering student
Physical Health: Quite healthy and relatively fit
Possible Weapons: Tennis Racket, Chair, Desklamp, Metal Ruler, Forks, Knives, Various Alcoholic Drinks can be used as Molotovs
Proximity to food: Cafeteria at the lowest floor and supermarket under the building in addition to other canteens
Proximity to Weapons: Nearly none tbh
Real World Skills: Swimming, Some Electrical knowledge
Other notes: General Kirkov is in the city and has a master plan in case of a zombie apocalypse.

[Razven]

Running low on creative juices, so I thought I might post here and invite BillyChaka to join in the fun. I'm sure he's special location would be rather fun to write about.

[Ragman]

=O

[Nid]

Name: Jonathan
Age: 18
Location: Sutton Coldfield (Town/Suburbs), pop 105,500, Closest city is Birmingham pop 1,006,500.
House: Semi detatched 3 bedroom house, double glazed, conservatory, 2 sheds.
Mental Health: No real diagnosis, although I have been told I'm insane.
Physical Health: Average
Possible Weapons: Folded up metal frame chair, Hacksaw, Electric Guitar, Hockey stick, Hair straightners, Dumbells, well sharpened kitchen knives.
Proximity to food: I'm in a suburb, supermarkets and cornershops are no more than a mile away, takeaway food and of course, other people's houses if abandoned.
Proximity to Weapons: City is the best bet.
Real World Skills: Ice Hockey, Regular Cycling.
Other notes: Psychopathic friends, one such will be returning from the army sometime soon.

Edited by Nidmeister, 22 April 2009 - 16:19.

[Major Fuckup]

Name: Major Fuckup
Gender male
Age: 18
Location:
Perth, suburb Hillarys *close to the ocean*, population of Perth 1,554,769. 23km away from the CBD
What is your house like:
brick foundation-solid house, 2 meter fenced off property a really solid thick wooden door with fly screen, enclosed garage with a shed out back
Current mental and physical health:
mental good, physical average
Current medication:
none
weapons:
.243 bolt action Ruger rifle with 9x zoom scope, over 200 rounds of ammo, Cobra Bowie sniper knife, Pr24 baton, chainsaw, many big kitchen knifes, diving belt, scuba tank and propane tank
How close you are to a potential food:
major shopping centre is approximately less than 900 meters in a straight line
Real world skills:
Forklift operator/machine operator (gimme 15 minutes with somethin i can operate it) senior first aid certified, military training, basic survival training
Are you close to any source of weaponry, munition depots, wood/barricade source:
police station approximately 500 meters down the street, pub approximately 1000 meters in a straight line (really secure place plus booze) 10km-reserve barracks, 22km-campbell barracks (SAS), 25kms-Irwin barracks (they got trucks and big guns), 42km-RAAF base Pearce
Anything else you think is important:
i own a 4WD with long range fuel tanks and CB radio and camping equipment, beach is easily accessible could drive along the beach till i reach the SAS barracks or drive north inland for 3 hours to dense bushland and nothingness
or head east on the road to RAAF base Pearce which is on 3 mostly straight roads that go through suburbs, industrial area, rural/pine trees then military flight out of here

General note: ownership of a 4WD gives limitless potential of escape from the suburbs where i am to dense bushland thats not easily accessible other wise and to rural roads to the middle of no where, i can go any where
plus geography helps drive 2-4 hours out side Perth City all you have is bush and rural town/small towns another 2-4 hours then your in the middle of nowhere!! safe at last. i would hate to live in the centre of Melbourne it take hours just to leave and get into the country side.

[NOPE]

Haha, alright, um...

Name - Lily.
Gender - female
Age - 15.
Location - suburbs
House - 2 stories + basement, .... yeah..
Mental/physical health - Lil gets migraines constantly.. physically, Lil's in good shape, she'd say
Medication - prescription meds are prozac, something for migraines (forgot the name somehow), usually Lil's on a concoction of painkillers/migraine meds such as aleve, ibuprofin etc. o_o
weapons - chainsaw, axe, crowbar, bow+arrows, an assortment of guitars, basses, and amplifiers, got some swords/daggers lying around, and Lil's old keyboard stand would probably make a good bludgeon..hm. No guns though...
Distance from food/water/safe zone - .. one floor for food+water? xD Lil just moved so she doesn't know where stores and the like are around here >< Haha, park headquarters are somewhat nearby but that's the only non-residential place Lil can think of...
real world skills - karate, fencing, kindofboxing [can't see how any of these would help but Lil's listing things off the top of her head ], used to split wood for her neighbor [the next question got her thinking xddd]
distance from wood/weaponry/etc - .. well, there are lots of trees around here, and Lil has an axe lying around here somewhere.
As for weaponry? aside from the crowbar, axes, daggers, and swords lying around in my basement? Lil doesn't think she has a gun around here...
anything else important - going to start taking shooting lessons asap, also has a plan drawn out for a fortress to build for z-day, called Fort Awesome
and Lil has friends who are good with guns? and she's probably going to join the army in a couple years so she'd suppose that could count if Z-day happens more than 3 years from now xd

Edited by Lil, 15 June 2009 - 21:09.

[Jok3r]

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Name

Andre

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Gender

Male

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Age

23

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Location

A little suburb in the Northeast US (out of college for summer). Lets say 10,000 population.

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What is your house like

Two stories plus basement, fence and rock wall.

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Current mental and physical health

I like to think Mental is good, being a psych student. Physical is excellent.

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Current medication

Allergy meds.

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Anything you can use in your house as a weapon

Bladed: SOG Knive, K-BAR Surplus, Machete (Darkened steel blade, also surplus), Old Katana, in decent quality, doesn't belong to me.
Blunt: Baseball bats, hockey sticks, ETC
Firearms: Two 9mm's, a Baretta and a Glock. AR-15 with several Larue Tactical upgrade parts. Remington Shotgun. More ammunition that I like to remember for the all of them.
Oh, and all the suplies for plenty of molotov's

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How close you are to a potential food, water source or safe zone

National Guard Armory nearby. Water and food aren't too far off either

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Real world skills

Carpentry, Psychology, Archery, Shooting, A little bit of medicine knowledge, and Running (+ a little parkour experience. just a little)

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Are you close to any source of weaponry, munition depots, wood/barricade source?

Gun store in town, NG armory just outside,

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Anything else you think is important

I'm an athlete, a swimmer of course, but a competent runner in great shape, plus many years of civillian firearms experience. And a black belt. A little bit of a self defense nut .

[Libains]

I could probably do yours for you Swims:

Walked down the stairs on the first day of the zombie invasion, tripped, and fell on one of the several hundred deadly weapons stockpiled in the house!