Deciding to try and find a map of the station, Ronald quickly notices two large laminated floor plans hanging up on the wall closest to him. Each of the floor plans shows the layout for a separate level. Scrutinizing the map, Ron immediately finds that the first floor contains the sheriff's office: a logical place to start. The second floor contains the offices of some detectives and captains, so he makes a mental note of re-checking those offices, just in case, and sets off towards the sheriff's office. Upon reaching the door, an ordinary wooden door with a glass window and "OFFICE OF SHERIFF JACKSON" emblazoned on it, Ron turns the handle to find it unlocked. Inside is a scene of chaotic massacre- dried bloodstains streaked across the walls, broken furniture strewn on the floor, shards of glass covering an overturned desk. The smell makes it evident that there's likely a dead body still inside the office. "Yeesh. Wasn't expecting that."
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 (8 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)
-Pack of Cigarettes (Opened: 19 remaining)
Conditions

"Come on, we can take that one easily. Let's hurry up and get inside." "Right behind you." John and Harry set off down the street, cautiously looking around as they get closer to the single infected human. When they reach a distance of about fifty yards from him, the infected turns around with a sick lurching motion, analyzes them for a few seconds, and then begins to lope towards them. John readies his crowbar as the lope turns into a jog and then into a full-out dash. Harry draws his metal pipe, and the two stand side by side, not taking their eyes off of the charging beast. With a blood-curdling scream, the infected leaps like an animal from about ten feet away, arching through the air like a predator. It's a sight scary enough to make most people soil themselves, but John is Cool Under Pressure (4 + 1 = 5) and calmly smashes the infected square in the chin with an uppercut of his crowbar. The infected's jaw is torn clean off and the feral human is knocked backwards from the force, falling on its back right in front of John. Before it can move, Harry promptly smashes its skull in with a brutal ground smash. "Well, that was easy. On to the college!" The two walk perhaps another fifty feet before they come to one of the side gates of the college. It's fairly large for being close to the middle of the city, an impressive, roughly rectangular compound surrounded with a high cobblestone wall. They walk through the gate and onto a wide boulevard leading to a large silver fountain a few hundred feet away. Buildings, big and small, are scattered throughout the campus. They don't see anyone around.
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

Bio
Male, 28, about 5'10", lean and rugged, short black hair and black eyes. Wearing a white polo and jeans.
Weapons
.32 Revolver (5 rounds loaded / 0 spare rounds)
Metal Pipe
Condition
Healthy

Raphael looks around to see what kind of furniture is present in the small hardware shop. There aren't any chairs or tables, and the shelves and counter are all made of smooth white plaster. Charlie, meanwhile, begins taking out some of the 2x4s from the crate. "Hey, Charlie, what're you doing with those?" Raphael asks. "Hm? Oh, I was planning on trying to barricade us in." "You sure that's a good idea? There isn't much here from what I can tell. We've got enough supplies to last us for a bit, but we'd probably have to move on pretty soon. I'd rather not throw up barricades and then try to take them down." Seeing his point, Charlie returns the 2x4s to the box.
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
-Crate of 2x4s
Conditions

Charlie moves over to the box with the 2x4 planks inside and begins taking some out, intending to barricade the shop closed. "Hey, Charlie, what're you doing with those?" Raphael asks. "Hm? Oh, I was planning on trying to barricade us in." "You sure that's a good idea? There isn't much here from what I can tell. We've got enough supplies to last us for a bit, but we'd probably have to move on pretty soon. I'd rather not throw up barricades and then try to take them down." Seeing his point, Charlie returns the 2x4s to the box and looks up- that door to the backroom seems to be catching his eye for some reason.
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

"Might as well keep scrounging. I'll be sure to watch FOR FLYING BOOKS this time," Fred adds with a rather pointed glance at Chelsea. She blushes and grins sheepishly, managing to look adorable enough for Fred to crack a small smile himself before walking out of the room. "Yeah, I'll help," Matt says. "We should probably stick together. There's only that one room left in this hall, so let's check it out before we go anywhere else." Matt and Chelsea follow him out of the room and move towards the last door. Fred tries the handle and finds it unlocked. He shoots a look at Matt, who readies his HK45, then pushes the door open, holding up his trench spike. The room seems fairly ordinary, although entirely devoid of human presence. There are a few supplies here and there, mainly paper, pens, a calculator, and so on and so forth, but nothing that really seems useful.
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
Inventory
Large Backpack
Backpack
Conditions

"Might as well keep scrounging. I'll be sure to watch FOR FLYING BOOKS this time," Fred adds with a rather pointed glance at Chelsea. She blushes and grins sheepishly, managing to look adorable enough for Fred to crack a small smile himself before walking out of the room. "Yeah, I'll help," Matt says. "We should probably stick together. There's only that one room left in this hall, so let's check it out before we go anywhere else." Matt and Chelsea follow him out of the room and move towards the last door. Fred tries the handle and finds it unlocked. He shoots a look at Matt, who readies his HK45, then pushes the door open, holding up his trench spike. The room seems fairly ordinary, although entirely devoid of human presence. There are a few supplies here and there, mainly paper, pens, a calculator, and so on and so forth, but nothing that really seems useful.
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

Bio
Female, 20, about 5'6", lean, long curly sandy hair and bright blue eyes. Wearing a red hoodie, short cut-off jeans, and black sneakers.
Weapons
CZ 75b (12 rounds loaded / 12 spare rounds)
Condition
Healthy

"Grody." Ron circles around the carnage and a dead body slowly comes into view behind the desk. Raising the Glock, he fires it twice in quick succession, both rounds going into the corpse's head. It doesn't stir. "Hm." Walking over to the desk, minding the wreckage, Ron gingerly steps over the body and opens the top drawer of the desk. He searches through it systematically; most of the stuff in the top drawer is useless paperwork about various crimes and legal procedures, with a few random papers shoved in there. The lower drawer on the left has been ripped out and its contents are scattered on the floor- doing a cursory scan, Ron doesn't see anything that would be helpful. Opening the final drawer, the bottom-right, Ron immediately notices a small handbook on the top of a pile of paper. Inside the book are handwritten notes, ranging from topics like at what time of the day the coffee in the communal pot seems to taste the best to what women in the office the sheriff may have been lusting after. As he reaches the last page, Ron's eyes widen at the scribbled note: "ARMORY CODE: 4291." "Jackpot, baby."
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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 (8 rounds loaded / 30 spare rounds)
Glock 17 (15 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)
-Pack of Cigarettes (Opened: 19 remaining)
-Handbook with Sheriff's Notes inside
Conditions

"C'mon Harry, let's go further in." "Right behind you." The two men stride towards the glistening silver fountain. Other than the occasional snatch of birdsong, the grounds are totally empty and seemingly devoid of life. "Hm. I'd wager everyone's inside." "Maybe we ought to check out the dorms. Look, there's a dorm building right there," Harry says, pointing to the closest structure. "Hm. Yeah, alright. We'll probably end up having to search most of these places anyway. May as well start with the nearest one." The two start walking up the path leading to the a set of white double-doors, obviously the front entrance. Pulling the handle on one, John finds it unlocked. "There's a pleasant surprise. Let's move." Raising his Neos, John is followed by Harry into the small entrance hall. There's an empty counter straight ahead, with two staircases on either side.
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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

Bio
Male, 28, about 5'10", lean and rugged, short black hair and black eyes. Wearing a white polo and jeans.
Weapons
.32 Revolver (5 rounds loaded / 0 spare rounds)
Metal Pipe
Condition
Healthy

Charlie moves the short distance to the backroom door behind the counter. "What's in here?" he mutters, pulling his .357 out. "I've got your back," Raphael reassures, taking out his 1911. Trying to turn the doorknob, Charlie finds the door locked. It seems relatively weak, however. "Hm. Could probably kick it open?" Raphael suggests. Charlie nods and steps back, then firmly kicks the door with the heel of his foot just above the doorknob. It swings clear open with a resonant *THUD*, and the two men point their guns into the opening. The backroom is dark, prompting Charlie to grope around on the inner wall for the light switch. Flipping it on, a single lightbulb flickers to life, illuminating the narrow, cramped space. There are metal shelves on either side stocked with extra goods for the store- boxes of nails, tool sets, and so on and so forth- but there's a curious stack of cardboard boxes near the end of the room, perhaps 10 feet away. Charlie moves over and pushes the top one, finding it empty. "I think they're all just empty boxes stacked up against the back," he says. "...you're probably right, but for some reason, this just seems kind of weird," Raphael says. He moves over and shoves the next stacked box off. "What're you doing?" "Seeing if any of them have anything inside, or if there's something behind them." Charlie nods and promptly helps in flinging the rest of the boxes away- they're light enough, but in the cramped space, maneuvering is slightly difficult. As they reach the bottom of the stack, Raphael lets out a small exhalation of breath. "Check that out." A small wooden trapdoor is clearly visible through the spaces between the remaining small boxes. The men quickly kick them away. "Now that's interesting."
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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
-Crate of 2x4s (In hardware storefront)
Conditions

Charlie moves the short distance to the backroom door behind the counter. "What's in here?" he mutters, pulling his .357 out. "I've got your back," Raphael reassures, taking out his 1911. Trying to turn the doorknob, Charlie finds the door locked. It seems relatively weak, however. "Hm. Could probably kick it open?" Raphael suggests. Charlie nods and steps back, then firmly kicks the door with the heel of his foot just above the doorknob. It swings clear open with a resonant *THUD*, and the two men point their guns into the opening. The backroom is dark, prompting Charlie to grope around on the inner wall for the light switch. Flipping it on, a single lightbulb flickers to life, illuminating the narrow, cramped space. There are metal shelves on either side stocked with extra goods for the store- boxes of nails, tool sets, and so on and so forth- but there's a curious stack of cardboard boxes near the end of the room, perhaps 10 feet away. Charlie moves over and pushes the top one, finding it empty. "I think they're all just empty boxes stacked up against the back," he says. "...you're probably right, but for some reason, this just seems kind of weird," Raphael says. He moves over and shoves the next stacked box off. "What're you doing?" "Seeing if any of them have anything inside, or if there's something behind them." Charlie nods and promptly helps in flinging the rest of the boxes away- they're light enough, but in the cramped space, maneuvering is slightly difficult. As they reach the bottom of the stack, Raphael lets out a small exhalation of breath. "Check that out." A small wooden trapdoor is clearly visible through the spaces between the remaining small boxes. The men quickly kick them away. "Now that's interesting."
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Bio
Male, 26, tall, thin. Used to be a paramedic.
Weapons
Metal Pipe
.357 Revolver (6 rounds loaded / 12 spare rounds)
Passive Abilities
First Aid (+1 on healing)
Inventory
-Flashlight
-Bandages
-Utility Knife
-Lighter
Conditions

"Where do we go from here?" Matt muses out loud. "Let's head back to the room and organize all of our supplies," Fred suggests. "Then we can worry about getting away from here." "Alright, sounds good." "Hey, wait up!" Chelsea says, staring out the window. "Guys, there's someone out there, and they're coming towards us." "Whoa, what?" "Hey, lemme see." Matt and Fred move over to the window and peek out, briefly catching a glimpse of two men in front of the building and to their right. One seems fairly average looking while the other is distinguished by a striking goatee, clearly visible even from a distance. They hear the faintest creek as the downstairs entrance door is opened, followed by one of the men saying something, the sound muffled by the floor separating them. "So... we headed back to the room or what?" "Dunno. Maybe they're friendly, maybe they're selfish bastards. We should probably meet up with them either way..."
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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
Inventory
Large Backpack
Backpack
Conditions

"Where do we go from here?" Matt muses out loud. "Let's head back to the room and organize all of our supplies," Fred suggests. "Then we can worry about getting away from here." "Alright, sounds good." "Hey, wait up!" Chelsea says, staring out the window. "Guys, there's someone out there, and they're coming towards us." "Whoa, what?" "Hey, lemme see." Matt and Fred move over to the window and peek out, briefly catching a glimpse of two men in front of the building and to their right. One seems fairly average looking while the other is distinguished by a striking goatee, clearly visible even from a distance. They hear the faintest creek as the downstairs entrance door is opened, followed by one of the men saying something, the sound muffled by the floor separating them. "So... we headed back to the room or what?" "Dunno. Maybe they're friendly, maybe they're selfish bastards. We should probably meet up with them either way..."
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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

Bio
Female, 20, about 5'6", lean, long curly sandy hair and bright blue eyes. Wearing a red hoodie, short cut-off jeans, and black sneakers.
Weapons
CZ 75b (12 rounds loaded / 12 spare rounds)
Condition
Healthy