As he walks towards the front of the station with the intention of barricading the front entrance, Ron becomes aware of a small problem. Standing in the main hallway, with the entrance visible, he notices that it is wide open. He stands stock still and hears scuffling noises coming from ahead- quick, jerky movements. Maybe animals, maybe some bigger things, but definitely not healthy humans. As he contemplates whether to fight or flee, something catches his eye- two magazines under a desk in the corner of a cubicle. He hadn't seen them walking past from the other direction, but they were more than obvious from this angle. Ron grabs one and slams it into the Glock, pocketing the other. "Now to deal with this little problem..."
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)
Glock 17 (17 rounds loaded / 17 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

"Hey, do me a favor and look around for a map. I want to get a feel of our general area." Henry complies and starts looking around one side of the store while John looks in the other, but neither have of them have much look. "John, I think I found... something. Dunno if it'll help at all." John turns to see what Henry's holding up: A small map of Peregrine City, showing the circular interstate going 'round the island and providing a land route to the mainland. A few major streets are shown and named, but it's not very detailed and doesn't list any buildings. "Eh... I guess it's better than nothing." John takes it from Henry and pockets it. "So, what now?" Henry asks. Tch. Good question.
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; can also be used as fuel for fires and as a disinfectant)
-Roll of Duct Tape
-Mini-Map
Conditions

Weapons
.32 Revolver (5 rounds loaded / 0 spare rounds)
Metal Shaft
Condition
Healthy

Looking around for a shoulder bag of some kind for the food, Raphael fails to find anything suitable for the deed- just shopping carts and baskets strewn all over the place. "Hey Raph, how about this?" Charlie asks, holding up a simple large green cloth shopping bag emblazoned with the symbol for recycling. Around the logo is the "Reduce - Reuse - Recycle" slogan. "Oh, that should work nicely." Charlie holds the bag open as Raphael pulls the cans off and carefully puts them all into bag. By the time he's finished, the bag's pretty hefty. Charlie ties the carrying handles on the top together to secure the bag's grip on the cans.
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

As Raphael starts to look around for a suitable bag, Charlie takes a peek into the aisle next to the one they're standing in and sees a green shopping back on the floor. He peers inside and sees that it's empty, so he picks it up and goes back to the canned foods. "Hey Raph, how about this?" he says, holding up the bag. "Oh, this should work nicely." Charlie holds the bag open as Raphael pulls the cans off and carefully puts them all into bag. By the time he's finished, the bag's pretty hefty. Charlie ties the carrying handles on the top together to secure the bag's grip on the cans.
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

"Alright, well, you check her room out, holler if ya need me. I'll just be down the hallway to the left. I say we check a few more rooms each then get a lay o' the land." Matt says. "Sounds good." With the room now clear, Fred gingerly steps over the infected's still twitching body and into the room. The lights are off and the window is shuttered closed- no wonder he didn't see the girl at first. Flipping the light switch, he discovers that the room is a total mess. There are bloodstains on the bedsheets and bloody tissues in the wastebin. A mirror propped up on a wall is shattered in the center, as though someone punched it with their bare fist. His eyes flicker to the hands of the dead girl behind him- the right one is bloody and has powdery shards of glass still clinging to it. "Damn... what a horrid way to go." he mutters out loud. His grip on the Trench Spike tightens. "Not gonna let that happen to me- or Matt, for that matter." Forcing himself to rummage through the room, Fred finds mainly school-related stuff- textbooks, pens and pencils, a calculator, class binders, and a backpack. "Now, you could be useful, my pretty." He grabs the backpack and dumps the contents out onto the floor- more school trash. As he's about to walk out the door, he turns and looks at the body again, totally still now. Throwing the backpack into the hall, Fred leans down and drags the body up onto the bed, then shuts the door and turns the lights off as he exits.
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
Backpack
Conditions

"Alright, well, you check her room out, holler if ya need me. I'll just be down the hallway to the left. I say we check a few more rooms each then get a lay o' the land." Matt says. "Sounds good." Charlie goes into the room as Matt goes left and opens the first door- unlocked and empty. It's bare and there's nothing inside but a bed frame. Backing out, Matt goes into the next room over, opening it to find himself overwhelmed by a strong stench- in the middle of the floor lies a student, a gun next to him, and a bloody hole in his forehead. "Ouch. Least it went quick for you." The gun is covered in blood and, upon closer inspection, entirely devoid of ammo. Doing his best to ignore the smell, Matt begins to search the room, finding nothing useful until he looks under the bed. "Ahh... jackpot." He reaches and grabs the tiny ammo box, then opens it to find 49 .45 cartridges inside- he has a sneaking suspicion of where the 50th is.
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 / 159 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