Ronald hefts up his axe and raises it as he opens the door to the office. The hallway looks to be clear. He peeks around the corner to the hall that leads to the stairs and sees a shadow being cast by the light coming through a window- it looks humanoid, and it's moving up the stairs. "Oh, great. Company."
Bio
Male, 37, 6'2" and well-built. In prime condition for a man approaching his 40's, but it's all muscle built from weight lifting, not cardio activity. Has an unkempt neckbeard and a shaggy mane of brown hair. Of Polish descent.
Weapons
Remington Model 750 (10 rounds loaded / 30 spare rounds)
Fire Axe
Passive Abilities
Muscular (+1 in melee combat)
Inventory
-5 methamphetamine injectors (+1 to rolls for 2 rolls, -1 to rolls afterwards for 1 roll)
Conditions

John turns to speak to the man. "Stay here, or else. I'll be right back once I check on that noise." He pulls out one of his Berettas and peers out the window towards where the noise had come from. He doesn't see anything, so John creeps up to the door and pushes it open a little, peeking around the corner. He sees the source of the noise- someone who has climbed the fence and is now rummaging through a dumpster. It could be an infected- they still need to eat food between their helpings of human flesh, after all- but it could also be another survivor.
Bio
Male, 32, has a goatee. Suspected relative of Gordon Freeman.
Weapons
Crowbar
Beretta U22 Neos (18 loaded rounds / 0 spare rounds)
Passive Abilities
Cool Under Pressure (+1 during stressful or dangerous situations)
Inventory
-Bigass Bottle of Vodka (Consumption will dull pain but cause drunkenness 2 rolls later; can also be used as fuel for fires)
-Roll of Duct Tape
Conditions

Raphael takes out his suppressor and screws it onto the M1911 before he starts to remove some of the furniture that's blocking the door. He succeeds in moving it all quietly and easily, then opens the door and leans out into the hallway. It looks clear, but it is rather dim; however, he can't see any silhouettes or hear any movement. The outline of the staircase is visible not too far down the hall.
Bio
Male, 24, tall, lean, and agile. Has black hair, grey eyes, and light skin.
Weapons
M1911 pistol (7 rounds loaded / 249 spare rounds)
Crowbar
Passive Abilities
Free Runner (+1 movement/navigating terrain)
Inventory
-Suppressor for M1911
Conditions

Charlie takes a sweeping look around his apartment, gathering anything that he may need later. He finds a lighter and a small utility knife in a drawer, but not much else. Charlie then moves over to his window and opens it, clambering out onto the fire escape. Once outside, he shuts the window behind him, then starts moving down as quietly as he can on the rattling metal stairs. Luckily, he doesn't have very far to go, being only on the fourth floor, and he soon reaches the ground without incident, dropping down onto the sidewalk and looking around- the street seems deserted.
Bio
Male, 26, tall, thin. Used to be a paramedic.
Weapons
Metal Pipe
.356 Revolver (6 rounds loaded / 12 spare rounds)
Passive Abilities
First Aid (+1 on healing)
Inventory
-Flashlight
-Bandages
-Utility Knife
-Lighter
Conditions

Fred creeps out into the hall and looks both ways. It seems clear, but a few seconds later, he hears a resounding *CRASH* and the unmistakable splintering of wood from around the corner. Could it be an infected, trying to get through a door?
Bio
Male, 22, medium height, brown hair. Fairly athletic.
Weapons
M1 Carbine (25 rounds loaded / 50 spare rounds)
Trench Spike
Passive Abilities
Blades: +1 to melee attacks on zombies
Inventory
Large backpack
Conditions

"Mm, let's go get some grub." Matthew reaches under his bed and pulls out the fire axe he took weeks ago from next to an extinguisher in the hallway. Matt then takes his HK45 and puts it in his pocket, safety on of course. As he opens the door to the hall, he looks both ways and sees that the dorm is vacant. He goes up to the door right across from his room and hefts the axe up, then smashes it through the door. The entire middle panel of the door splinters and he kicks it inwards, then reaches in to unlock the door- and the knob turns easily open. Oh. It was unlocked. "...>__>"
Bio
Male, 23, medium height, thin and lean. Has medium-long brown hair, dark brown eyes, and pale skin. Wearing tennis shoes, jeans, a purple T-shirt, and a grey striped hoody.
Weapons
HK45 (10 loaded rounds / 110 spare rounds)
Fire Axe
Passive Abilities
Adrenaline Rush (Heightened reflexes and senses, slower time, greater strength and alertness when confronted with danger [IE: dire combat, mortal injury, perilous terrain] followed by weakened recovery period)
Inventory
Man-powered LED flashlight
Conditions

Ron runs back to the office, grabs his Remington hunting rifle, and sprints back to the stairs, diving onto his belly so as to have better aim- but by the time he gets back, the shadowy figure is gone. It may have gone back downstairs or it may now be somewhere on the second floor, where Ronald has taken refuge. "Shiiit."
Bio
Male, 37, 6'2" and well-built. In prime condition for a man approaching his 40's, but it's all muscle built from weight lifting, not cardio activity. Has an unkempt neckbeard and a shaggy mane of brown hair. Of Polish descent.
Weapons
Remington Model 750 (10 rounds loaded / 30 spare rounds)
Fire Axe
Passive Abilities
Muscular (+1 in melee combat)
Inventory
-5 methamphetamine injectors (+1 to rolls for 2 rolls, -1 to rolls afterwards for 1 roll)
Conditions

"Identify yourself!" John shouts at the figure. It turns around and he's faced with a horrid sight- an infected missing its lower jaw. Whether it lost it in an accident as a human or if it was taken off by a survivor trying to damage it doesn't matter- the thing is running at John at full speed, so he instinctively draws his crowbar and meets it with a swing to the head. It stumbles back in pain, and he slams the end of the crowbar into its face, driving the shaft through into the beast's brain. The infected slumps limply, and John kicks it in the chest, forcing it off the crowbar. He frowns at the blood and brain matter on the weapon. "Man, now I have to clean it again."
Bio
Male, 32, has a goatee. Suspected relative of Gordon Freeman.
Weapons
Crowbar
Beretta U22 Neos (18 loaded rounds / 0 spare rounds)
Passive Abilities
Cool Under Pressure (+1 during stressful or dangerous situations)
Inventory
-Bigass Bottle of Vodka (Consumption will dull pain but cause drunkenness 2 rolls later; can also be used as fuel for fires)
-Roll of Duct Tape
Conditions

The hall looks clear, so Raphael carefully and slowly advances towards the stair well, on the lookout for anything dangerous. It seems clear, so he starts descending slowly, step by step, picking his way down the building without much incident. It takes at least ten minutes, but he finally reaches the bottom floor, and can see the entrance to the apartment building, light streaming through the glass doors, not too far away from his position.
Bio
Male, 24, tall, lean, and agile. Has black hair, grey eyes, and light skin.
Weapons
M1911 pistol (7 rounds loaded / 249 spare rounds)
-Suppressor attached
Crowbar
Passive Abilities
Free Runner (+1 movement/navigating terrain)
Inventory
-Suppressor for M1911
Conditions

"Hm. Where to now...?" Asklar walks down the deserted street, looking around for survivors. Many shops are boarded up or otherwise blockaded, so he knows there might be humans in there- but they could also have boarded themselves in and then been attacked by infected that broke through their defenses, or they might have succumbed to the airborne plague, which most people seemed resistant to, but which certainly existed. He can't see anyone out in the open, walking down the street like he is.
Bio
Male, 26, tall, thin. Used to be a paramedic.
Weapons
Metal Pipe
.356 Revolver (6 rounds loaded / 12 spare rounds)
Passive Abilities
First Aid (+1 on healing)
Inventory
-Flashlight
-Bandages
-Utility Knife
-Lighter
Conditions

Hearing a resounding *crash* in the hallway, Fred shouts towards the noise, "If you're human and not one of them, come out here and identify yourself before I shoot you!" He hears a voice, a human voice, respond, "I'll identify myself as soon as I eat me some Hot Pockets - hold your damn horses, I haven't eaten in days!" Relieved, Fred says, "Ah, I'll help you look for stuff then. If we don't find anything I've got some stuff I can spare yah." He walks down the hall and around the corner to see the source of the commotion, an average looking college kid, much like Fred, wielding a fire axe and standing next to a trashed door. "Hey there, I'm Matthew." "Fred. Gotta say, I wasn't expecting to hear something like an axe smashing through a door. Did you try knocking, first?" "Eh. It was actually unlocked." Fred follows Matt into the room and they look around for food, but the place seems to be relatively deserted- there's not much there other than a mini-fridge containing a six-pack of beer. "Well, it's not food, but at least we can party now!" Matt says with a grin.
Bio
Male, 22, medium height, brown hair. Fairly athletic.
Weapons
M1 Carbine (25 rounds loaded / 50 spare rounds)
Trench Spike
Passive Abilities
Blades: +1 to melee attacks on zombies
Inventory
Large backpack
Conditions

"FINALLY. Time for some grub!" Before Matt can go inside and grab any food, he hears a shout from down the hall- "If you're human and not one of them, come out here and identify yourself before I shoot you!" Feeling indignant (but mostly hungry), he shoots back, "I'll identify myself as soon as I eat me some Hot Pockets - hold your damn horses, I haven't eaten in days!" The man replies, "Ah, I'll help you look for stuff then. If we don't find anything I've got some stuff I can spare yah." The owner of the voice soon comes into view around the corner of the hall- an average looking college kid, much like Matt. "Hey there, I'm Matthew." "Fred. Gotta say, I wasn't expecting to hear something like an axe smashing through a door. Did you try knocking, first?" "Eh. It was actually unlocked." Matt walks into the room, followed by Fred, and they look around for food, but the place seems to be relatively deserted- there's not much there other than a mini-fridge containing a six-pack of beer. "Well, it's not food, but at least we can party now!" Matt says with a grin.
Bio
Male, 23, medium height, thin and lean. Has medium-long brown hair, dark brown eyes, and pale skin. Wearing tennis shoes, jeans, a purple T-shirt, and a grey striped hoody.
Weapons
HK45 (10 loaded rounds / 110 spare rounds)
Fire Axe
Passive Abilities
Adrenaline Rush (Heightened reflexes and senses, slower time, greater strength and alertness when confronted with danger [IE: dire combat, mortal injury, perilous terrain] followed by weakened recovery period)
Inventory
Man-powered LED flashlight
Six-pack of beer
Conditions