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Name: Rick Beinars
Nickname: Ricky, Gramps(to be used by Reagan only)
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Orientation: Heterosexual

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 150 lbs

Family:

Father: Brian Beinars
Mother: Rebecca Beinars

Place of Residence: Hotel

Starter Weapons: 9mm pistol
Level: 2
Utility Chart: silverfallingstar.deviantart.c…
Ammo: 25

Practical Talents:

Survival skills:
He is able to start camp fires and identify common edible berries, and make pitfall traps. He has not yet mastered a one match fire or a friction fire but he is practicing.

Maintenance abilities:
He can do basic fixes on cars and trucks, but nothing to complicated. Still, he can preform oil changes, small engine malfunctions, and other small ailments a car or truck may receive. He also has experience in hotwireing cars, as he often had to ride without keys.

Endurance:
Having taken most of his trip on foot, he has had to cross vast distances, often trailed by infected. Because of this he doesn't tire easily and most scratches and cuts wont bother him very much.

Main Tasks:
Supply Runs
Guard Duty
Mechanic/Maintenance

Personality:

Stickler for Rules:
Ever since the outbreak, if there are rules, Rick follows them, and makes sure others follow them as well. He will go out of his way to take a harder path if the easiest one means breaking a rule, even if its only slightly. His particular rule he sticks too out of everything? "Don't go alone." From his experience of having to survive for eight and a half years on his own, he knows the importance of having a comrade with you to help out, even if the possibility exists that you may have to kill them if they turn.

Pessimist:
He used to be full of optimism and high expectations, but not anymore. Now he thinks of everything on the half empty side, having low expectations for everything, and hardly ever smiling. Yes, the term "doom and gloom" fits with him quite well. His explanation for having low expectations? That way if something goes wrong, his moral won't be crushed by the failure.

Strong Willed:
If this tom gets his mind set on a side or a subject, hes like a mountain, never changing unless given a very good reason to change. Trying to get him to budge on a topic is like trying to convince a rock to change from graphite to obsidian, it just ain't going to happen. He has been known to get violent to defend his views. This is defiantly a cat who takes no shit from anyone.

Bad Temper:
Boy does this cat have a temperamental disposition. Normally you can get good conversation out of him, but if you mention the wrong thing at the wrong time, hes like mount Vesuvius, and will raise his voice to the point of yelling, let out a string of oaths, lecture the perpetrator on the reasons why to never bring it up again, and may follow up by a punch to the face if riled up enough.

Anti-Social:
Because he knows of his sometimes volatile habits, you wont find him being the center of attention. Quite the contrary, instead of talking he would rather sit in some obscure place and polish his pistol or just stop and think. If you do get a long conversation out of him several times, pat yourself on the back because he probably considers you a friend at that point.

Grumpy:
To add to his already bad disposition he also is prone to grumpy mood swings. If he happens to be feeling such, he often will shoot down an optimistic comment with a pessimistic one, and generally live to make life miserable until someone snaps him out of it. The good thing is that a general discussion about games or what a person did before the infection is enough to snap him out of such a state.

Softie on the inside, in some places:
In some places, Rick is a real softie. Sometimes he just puts up a strong face because he just feels like sitting down and crying because of the situation. With friends, Rick can get heavily attached, despite his attempts to distance himself even from his friends in the event he is the one who has to kill them before they turn to the infected. So if you can get past the hardened shell he put up after the pandemic, you can find a trace of his old, laid back self.

History:

Preface:

Jesus Christ what am I doing? I don't even know. I was told I gotta write down my life's story by some of the higher ups here. "For future reference" they said. Welp, guess it cant be helped. I happened to grab this hear journal that I'm writing in now off of one of our supply runs. Seeing as it hasn't been written in, or well, if it has been written in those pages are gone now. Anyway, I'm just delaying the inevitable, so here I go.

Youth:

Well, I guess I should start out when I was a child. My parents are Brian and Rebecca Beinars. I was born on the 29th of June in the year 1987. My parents met in college and started dating after they both graduated. They were married two years later and eventually I was born. No other children preceded or came after me so I grew up as an only child with no siblings. In the small town we lived in there were a few children, but I didn't really have any real friends until I was 5 and entered school at the county school about ten minutes from the town. I had my own little group of kids as friends, no I wasn't the school jock but I did lead this group somewhat. I say this because if I found one of the group at recess the other three would soon show up and we would play in the school playground. When middle school came round, the group was still there, but, as us boys will be boys, we did some pretty stupid stuff in order to impress girls, I remember myself having a broken bone or two after some of our little "stunts." High school was a different story for most of us. Two of our group went to different schools and those that stayed began to distance themselves from each other, much to my dismay. So this group eventually fell out and I had a very solitary four years in high school. I'm glad now, in hindsight, that this happened, as some of them fell into very... questionable practices. Needless to say, during this time I turned 16 and got my license, and a year later my dad helped me buy my first car. It was a very nice car, a 2003 Honda Accord, with a dark red paint job that we had custom black racing striped painted on.

College:

The time I started college was also the time I started living outside of my parents house. I bought a map of the lower 48 states and took my car down to Brownsville, Texas, to attend the university there. During that time I decided that I could try living in an apartment, so I got one on the ground level, next to a larger family. Eventually as the days passed, I got to know the family, and started taking care of the two youngest children, Raegan, and Price while their parents were away and couldn't look after them. I ended up becoming a good friend of the family. I enjoyed taking care of Raegan and Price, even if it took some time away from my studies. Anyway I will stop myself from digressing and continue on with my little narrative here. I took four years of college, and graduated is 2009. During college I had made some friends but I had gotten into gaming, buying myself several games. I even had one room in my apartment designated as "the game room." The only reason I bring this up is because I started playing a specific zombie game that had an eerie parallel to what happened next.

The Infection:

I heard from some cats here that it actually all started with some tribe in Africa. But when I first heard of it, I had just finished a round of that game mentioned previously. I had turned off my gaming system and turned on the News, when as a little scroller ran across the bottom about a village in Africa turning savage, to the point of cannibalism, because of a well that had been dug previously as a new water source. I remember myself remarking something along the lines of how this was turning out to be just like the beginning of the game I just played. If I had a time machine I would go back and slap my past self then and there, because at the time, I had no idea just how right I was. Within weeks that one village became a country, and that parasite came over to the states and other countries. It came to Texas a while after the first reports came of the infestation reaching the states. Before the infection came Reagans brothers Martin and Grace, ran off, never to be seen again. I suspect that they were either killed or turned by those infested cats, and in the slim chance they did survive, who knows where they are. Anyway, back to what happened to me. I remember eating some of the instant ramen I had in one of my pantries(I had gotten used to that food in college, as it was pretty much my lifeline) when I heard an ugly moaning noise. Thinking it was one of my appliances, I kept eating. Well, until I heard the blood curdling screams of the people left outside. I ran to the window in time to see a hoard of the most grotesque looking cats I have ever seen, with their blood vessels showing through their fur and horrible boils all over, and very eerie blue eyes. They advanced on a group of joggers and even though they started to sprint away it was no use, they were on them in seconds and soon all that was left was their bodies. Horrified I bolted and locked the doors, Locked the windows and shut the blinds. Luckily I was not attacked that night and the next morning I Drove my car to the lumber store and grabbed a bunch of boards and boarded up all my windows, as well as went to the grocery store and grabbed as much canned and packaged foods I could carry in one shopping cart and hoarded it all in my kitchen. I hardly left the apartment now, the rent had been dropped completely because the landlord had vacated. The only other time I left the place was when I went and broke into a gun store and got my 9mm pistol and about as many rounds of ammo as they had in the shop, which wasn't much considering the place had been raided already. I would sit in my living room and watch the television, waiting for updates untill inevitably, the news station shut down due to most of the staff being killed. I hardly played my games anymore, and when I did it was for comfort and an attempt to return to the normal days. I had begun to plan on vacating the premises, heading where I did not know, but just as far away from the infection as possible.

Departure:

I decided that it would be foolish to go alone, as I would be helpless if I came into contact with a hoard. I would occasionally risk a short trip over to the Driskols, as even those hallways could have infested inside. While I was there I would try to convince Lenny and Dana that it was time to go, and quickly. Every day the streets became increasingly dangerous as less people were left alive and the infested would become increasingly hungry for fresh victims. About a month later I succeeded and I packed my bags, Packing my backpack with my thurmous, my map of the united states, and the front cover to my favorite game, the one that was most like our current situation. Yes THAT one. I also packed the rest of it full with as much of the canned food as could fit into that pack. I then took my duffel and put in all the remaining food inside. My gun went into a secret pocket inside my leather jacket and my spare ammo went into another pocket on the other side. I said good bye to the rest of my apartment, maybe I can go back sometime if this epidemic ever subsides. I met the family outside and gave a parting pat to my car, which I still had after these years. We piled into Dana's SUV and we were off down the road, to lord knows where. We would stop occasionally at gas stations and cautiously gathered supplies. At one I picked up a lighter and placed it into my backpack. We traveled along the Rio-grande, the river that acted like a boarder for the state of Texas. I remember at some point calling my parents, and my dad picking up saying he was OK, but that mom was off on a visit to her sister at the time of the outbreak. He had called her and she hadn't responded, but he had a friend who could get them to a safe zone, and he had left directions to the place in the voice mail. I remember after that call things changed for me, I suddenly realized how real this was. I think I really changed because I remember Reagan started calling me "Gramps" because apparently I was acting like a senile old man.

Separation:

I knew my group trek would only end in tears in the back of my mind. I had been traveling with the Driskols for a year and a half before disaster struck. The SUV had run low on gas once again and we had spotted the station and it seemed to be mostly clear of those infected monsters. Dana was driving and as we pulled up it was clear this place was a mess. Pools of various oils had spilled all over the cracked asphalt, and as Lenny and I got out to check the line and nozzles of the station were working properly. After deciding that they were we had turned to head back to the car to fill er up.
That's when all hell broke loose.
Dana had been smoking a cigarette in this mess of a station, and that one spark was all it took. All of a sudden flames leaped out in all directions, and Lenny and I were cut off from the SUV. The light and sounds of the blaze attracted a hoard, and next thing we knew, we were fighting for our lives without any sign of the car or the rest of Lenny's family. The last I heard of the car was the screeching of tires as it drove off. I can't remember when I lost sight of Lenny, it may of been some embers had gotten into my eyes or something of the sort, because the next thing I remember was turning around and not seeing him, and I thought I heard the cars engine again. I shook it off and darted into the Gas station, grabbed a few lighters to fill up my own, and Made a break for the back door, meanwhile grabbing as many non-perishable foods as I could find. I remember I kept running, and running. I only stopped when I saw the lights of a safe house in the distance, and then only for a moment as I continued on, taking shelter among the small group of cats fighting it out in a world not meant for them anymore. I remember that night crying bitter tears, I think it was my fault Lenny went missing, and it had been my fault for loosing sight of him too. I didn't even know if Dana and her family had gotten away in safety. I wanted to believe they had, and part of me believed they did, but this world had zapped the last ounce of optimism from my heart, I now kept my expectations low, so I wouldn't be crushed from having high ones.

On My Own:

I stayed with that safe house for only a few days, I had to keep going. I was able to look at my map and determine where to go and call my dad again. He said he was safe with his friend, but still no word from mother. With this disheartening news I made my way westward, with no particular goal in mind. I would walk as far as I could, then find the safest place to set up camp and eat one of the only meals I had a day. I often had to fight off infected, which is hard when you only have a pistol. Sometimes I would stop by safe houses, but often I stayed away from other groups of cats, mainly because one time I came close to a group and was shot at because they thought I was infected, resulting in a large hole in my right ear. If I found a corpse, I would loot it, using any lighters found to re-fill my own, and taking any remaining unopened or uneaten food off of them. Sometimes I would like what I got, sometimes I would not. During this time I had no access to a razor, so my hair grew from the short buzz cut to a scraggly mas on my head, and a beard grew on my lower face. Now that I look at it, I think its rather nice. This lasted for the next eight and a half years, in which I trekked westward mostly on foot, taking cars when I could, or when I was able to find them and hot wire them. Needless to say, those years were living hell, and I was lucky not to be bitten or cut in any way by any of the infected i had to fend off.

Anonymity:

After 8 and a half years of traveling I was in Oregon, and had spotted a grey splotch on the horizon. I thought it was just a cityscape in the distance, and continued on my way. As I got closer however, I saw what it really was, a wall. I had run out of supplies a week earlier and had not had much luck on the way with wild berries or animal life. So, as a last ditch effort, I ran for it, only stopping to rest. Soon I came to the wall and was found by a supply run group, who, after checking to make sure I hadn't been bitten or that I had any signs of infection, brought me in to Anonymity, a community of survivors who have been fighting off the infected for a little over nine years apparently. I gladly took up residence at the hotel in the center of the island, and after regaining my strength, have been putting all my effort into this survival effort.

And that's my story. Take it or leave it, because this is the dead truth of what happened to me.

Journal:

Preface:

This is where I will put down any and all occurrences in Anonymity while I stay here, these will be in more journal form than my previous narrative form.

Theme Song(s) :
Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

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Description
Edit(8/6/13) :Removed relations from description, moved them to his heart chart, link in description, also added Roleplay tracker link in description.
Edit(8/9/13) :Added clothing Meme link and spell checked the description

Name: Rick Beinars
Nickname: Ricky, Gramps(to be used by Reagan only)
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Orientation: Heterosexual

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 150 lbs

Family:

Father: Brian Beinars
Mother: Rebecca Beinars

Place of Residence: Hotel

Starter Weapons: 9mm pistol
Level: 2
Utility Chart: silverfallingstar.deviantart.c…
Ammo: 25

Practical Talents:

Survival skills:
He is able to start camp fires and identify common edible berries, and make pitfall traps. He has not yet mastered a one match fire or a friction fire but he is practicing.

Maintenance abilities:
He can do basic fixes on cars and trucks, but nothing to complicated. Still, he can preform oil changes, small engine malfunctions, and other small ailments a car or truck may receive. He also has experience in hotwireing cars, as he often had to ride without keys.

Endurance:
Having taken most of his trip on foot, he has had to cross vast distances, often trailed by infected. Because of this he doesn't tire easily and most scratches and cuts wont bother him very much.

Main Tasks:
Supply Runs
Guard Duty
Mechanic/Maintenance

Personality:

Stickler for Rules:
Ever since the outbreak, if there are rules, Rick follows them, and makes sure others follow them as well. He will go out of his way to take a harder path if the easiest one means breaking a rule, even if its only slightly. His particular rule he sticks too out of everything? "Don't go alone." From his experience of having to survive for eight and a half years on his own, he knows the importance of having a comrade with you to help out, even if the possibility exists that you may have to kill them if they turn.

Pessimist:
He used to be full of optimism and high expectations, but not anymore. Now he thinks of everything on the half empty side, having low expectations for everything, and hardly ever smiling. Yes, the term "doom and gloom" fits with him quite well. His explanation for having low expectations? That way if something goes wrong, his moral won't be crushed by the failure.

Strong Willed:
If this tom gets his mind set on a side or a subject, hes like a mountain, never changing unless given a very good reason to change. Trying to get him to budge on a topic is like trying to convince a rock to change from graphite to obsidian, it just ain't going to happen. He has been known to get violent to defend his views. This is defiantly a cat who takes no shit from anyone.

Bad Temper:
Boy does this cat have a temperamental disposition. Normally you can get good conversation out of him, but if you mention the wrong thing at the wrong time, hes like mount Vesuvius, and will raise his voice to the point of yelling, let out a string of oaths, lecture the perpetrator on the reasons why to never bring it up again, and may follow up by a punch to the face if riled up enough.

Anti-Social:
Because he knows of his sometimes volatile habits, you wont find him being the center of attention. Quite the contrary, instead of talking he would rather sit in some obscure place and polish his pistol or just stop and think. If you do get a long conversation out of him several times, pat yourself on the back because he probably considers you a friend at that point.

Grumpy:
To add to his already bad disposition he also is prone to grumpy mood swings. If he happens to be feeling such, he often will shoot down an optimistic comment with a pessimistic one, and generally live to make life miserable until someone snaps him out of it. The good thing is that a general discussion about games or what a person did before the infection is enough to snap him out of such a state.

Softie on the inside, in some places:
In some places, Rick is a real softie. Sometimes he just puts up a strong face because he just feels like sitting down and crying because of the situation. With friends, Rick can get heavily attached, despite his attempts to distance himself even from his friends in the event he is the one who has to kill them before they turn to the infected. So if you can get past the hardened shell he put up after the pandemic, you can find a trace of his old, laid back self.

History:

Preface:

Jesus Christ what am I doing? I don't even know. I was told I gotta write down my life's story by some of the higher ups here. "For future reference" they said. Welp, guess it cant be helped. I happened to grab this hear journal that I'm writing in now off of one of our supply runs. Seeing as it hasn't been written in, or well, if it has been written in those pages are gone now. Anyway, I'm just delaying the inevitable, so here I go.

Youth:

Well, I guess I should start out when I was a child. My parents are Brian and Rebecca Beinars. I was born on the 29th of June in the year 1987. My parents met in college and started dating after they both graduated. They were married two years later and eventually I was born. No other children preceded or came after me so I grew up as an only child with no siblings. In the small town we lived in there were a few children, but I didn't really have any real friends until I was 5 and entered school at the county school about ten minutes from the town. I had my own little group of kids as friends, no I wasn't the school jock but I did lead this group somewhat. I say this because if I found one of the group at recess the other three would soon show up and we would play in the school playground. When middle school came round, the group was still there, but, as us boys will be boys, we did some pretty stupid stuff in order to impress girls, I remember myself having a broken bone or two after some of our little "stunts." High school was a different story for most of us. Two of our group went to different schools and those that stayed began to distance themselves from each other, much to my dismay. So this group eventually fell out and I had a very solitary four years in high school. I'm glad now, in hindsight, that this happened, as some of them fell into very... questionable practices. Needless to say, during this time I turned 16 and got my license, and a year later my dad helped me buy my first car. It was a very nice car, a 2003 Honda Accord, with a dark red paint job that we had custom black racing striped painted on.

College:

The time I started college was also the time I started living outside of my parents house. I bought a map of the lower 48 states and took my car down to Brownsville, Texas, to attend the university there. During that time I decided that I could try living in an apartment, so I got one on the ground level, next to a larger family. Eventually as the days passed, I got to know the family, and started taking care of the two youngest children, Raegan, and Price while their parents were away and couldn't look after them. I ended up becoming a good friend of the family. I enjoyed taking care of Raegan and Price, even if it took some time away from my studies. Anyway I will stop myself from digressing and continue on with my little narrative here. I took four years of college, and graduated is 2009. During college I had made some friends but I had gotten into gaming, buying myself several games. I even had one room in my apartment designated as "the game room." The only reason I bring this up is because I started playing a specific zombie game that had an eerie parallel to what happened next.

The Infection:

I heard from some cats here that it actually all started with some tribe in Africa. But when I first heard of it, I had just finished a round of that game mentioned previously. I had turned off my gaming system and turned on the News, when as a little scroller ran across the bottom about a village in Africa turning savage, to the point of cannibalism, because of a well that had been dug previously as a new water source. I remember myself remarking something along the lines of how this was turning out to be just like the beginning of the game I just played. If I had a time machine I would go back and slap my past self then and there, because at the time, I had no idea just how right I was. Within weeks that one village became a country, and that parasite came over to the states and other countries. It came to Texas a while after the first reports came of the infestation reaching the states. Before the infection came Reagans brothers Martin and Grace, ran off, never to be seen again. I suspect that they were either killed or turned by those infested cats, and in the slim chance they did survive, who knows where they are. Anyway, back to what happened to me. I remember eating some of the instant ramen I had in one of my pantries(I had gotten used to that food in college, as it was pretty much my lifeline) when I heard an ugly moaning noise. Thinking it was one of my appliances, I kept eating. Well, until I heard the blood curdling screams of the people left outside. I ran to the window in time to see a hoard of the most grotesque looking cats I have ever seen, with their blood vessels showing through their fur and horrible boils all over, and very eerie blue eyes. They advanced on a group of joggers and even though they started to sprint away it was no use, they were on them in seconds and soon all that was left was their bodies. Horrified I bolted and locked the doors, Locked the windows and shut the blinds. Luckily I was not attacked that night and the next morning I Drove my car to the lumber store and grabbed a bunch of boards and boarded up all my windows, as well as went to the grocery store and grabbed as much canned and packaged foods I could carry in one shopping cart and hoarded it all in my kitchen. I hardly left the apartment now, the rent had been dropped completely because the landlord had vacated. The only other time I left the place was when I went and broke into a gun store and got my 9mm pistol and about as many rounds of ammo as they had in the shop, which wasn't much considering the place had been raided already. I would sit in my living room and watch the television, waiting for updates untill inevitably, the news station shut down due to most of the staff being killed. I hardly played my games anymore, and when I did it was for comfort and an attempt to return to the normal days. I had begun to plan on vacating the premises, heading where I did not know, but just as far away from the infection as possible.

Departure:

I decided that it would be foolish to go alone, as I would be helpless if I came into contact with a hoard. I would occasionally risk a short trip over to the Driskols, as even those hallways could have infested inside. While I was there I would try to convince Lenny and Dana that it was time to go, and quickly. Every day the streets became increasingly dangerous as less people were left alive and the infested would become increasingly hungry for fresh victims. About a month later I succeeded and I packed my bags, Packing my backpack with my thurmous, my map of the united states, and the front cover to my favorite game, the one that was most like our current situation. Yes THAT one. I also packed the rest of it full with as much of the canned food as could fit into that pack. I then took my duffel and put in all the remaining food inside. My gun went into a secret pocket inside my leather jacket and my spare ammo went into another pocket on the other side. I said good bye to the rest of my apartment, maybe I can go back sometime if this epidemic ever subsides. I met the family outside and gave a parting pat to my car, which I still had after these years. We piled into Dana's SUV and we were off down the road, to lord knows where. We would stop occasionally at gas stations and cautiously gathered supplies. At one I picked up a lighter and placed it into my backpack. We traveled along the Rio-grande, the river that acted like a boarder for the state of Texas. I remember at some point calling my parents, and my dad picking up saying he was OK, but that mom was off on a visit to her sister at the time of the outbreak. He had called her and she hadn't responded, but he had a friend who could get them to a safe zone, and he had left directions to the place in the voice mail. I remember after that call things changed for me, I suddenly realized how real this was. I think I really changed because I remember Reagan started calling me "Gramps" because apparently I was acting like a senile old man.

Separation:

I knew my group trek would only end in tears in the back of my mind. I had been traveling with the Driskols for a year and a half before disaster struck. The SUV had run low on gas once again and we had spotted the station and it seemed to be mostly clear of those infected monsters. Dana was driving and as we pulled up it was clear this place was a mess. Pools of various oils had spilled all over the cracked asphalt, and as Lenny and I got out to check the line and nozzles of the station were working properly. After deciding that they were we had turned to head back to the car to fill er up.
That's when all hell broke loose.
Dana had been smoking a cigarette in this mess of a station, and that one spark was all it took. All of a sudden flames leaped out in all directions, and Lenny and I were cut off from the SUV. The light and sounds of the blaze attracted a hoard, and next thing we knew, we were fighting for our lives without any sign of the car or the rest of Lenny's family. The last I heard of the car was the screeching of tires as it drove off. I can't remember when I lost sight of Lenny, it may of been some embers had gotten into my eyes or something of the sort, because the next thing I remember was turning around and not seeing him, and I thought I heard the cars engine again. I shook it off and darted into the Gas station, grabbed a few lighters to fill up my own, and Made a break for the back door, meanwhile grabbing as many non-perishable foods as I could find. I remember I kept running, and running. I only stopped when I saw the lights of a safe house in the distance, and then only for a moment as I continued on, taking shelter among the small group of cats fighting it out in a world not meant for them anymore. I remember that night crying bitter tears, I think it was my fault Lenny went missing, and it had been my fault for loosing sight of him too. I didn't even know if Dana and her family had gotten away in safety. I wanted to believe they had, and part of me believed they did, but this world had zapped the last ounce of optimism from my heart, I now kept my expectations low, so I wouldn't be crushed from having high ones.

On My Own:

I stayed with that safe house for only a few days, I had to keep going. I was able to look at my map and determine where to go and call my dad again. He said he was safe with his friend, but still no word from mother. With this disheartening news I made my way westward, with no particular goal in mind. I would walk as far as I could, then find the safest place to set up camp and eat one of the only meals I had a day. I often had to fight off infected, which is hard when you only have a pistol. Sometimes I would stop by safe houses, but often I stayed away from other groups of cats, mainly because one time I came close to a group and was shot at because they thought I was infected, resulting in a large hole in my right ear. If I found a corpse, I would loot it, using any lighters found to re-fill my own, and taking any remaining unopened or uneaten food off of them. Sometimes I would like what I got, sometimes I would not. During this time I had no access to a razor, so my hair grew from the short buzz cut to a scraggly mas on my head, and a beard grew on my lower face. Now that I look at it, I think its rather nice. This lasted for the next eight and a half years, in which I trekked westward mostly on foot, taking cars when I could, or when I was able to find them and hot wire them. Needless to say, those years were living hell, and I was lucky not to be bitten or cut in any way by any of the infected i had to fend off.

Anonymity:

After 8 and a half years of traveling I was in Oregon, and had spotted a grey splotch on the horizon. I thought it was just a cityscape in the distance, and continued on my way. As I got closer however, I saw what it really was, a wall. I had run out of supplies a week earlier and had not had much luck on the way with wild berries or animal life. So, as a last ditch effort, I ran for it, only stopping to rest. Soon I came to the wall and was found by a supply run group, who, after checking to make sure I hadn't been bitten or that I had any signs of infection, brought me in to Anonymity, a community of survivors who have been fighting off the infected for a little over nine years apparently. I gladly took up residence at the hotel in the center of the island, and after regaining my strength, have been putting all my effort into this survival effort.

And that's my story. Take it or leave it, because this is the dead truth of what happened to me.

Journal:

Preface:

This is where I will put down any and all occurrences in Anonymity while I stay here, these will be in more journal form than my previous narrative form.

Theme Song(s) :
Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

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