<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://blog.friendster.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Human-Warrior.png)</div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Dean<br/><strong>Location:</strong>One Shot Only (His gun shop)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Noon-ish<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Bullshit." Dean said as soon as the bulletin concluded. "There ain't no immunization to this. Fuck, aren't you supposed to deploy those before shit gets this real?" His medical knowledge was lacking, but his skepticism was ingrained: Doubt everyone, especially the little fucks trying to get into a bar when they look 15. "Shit's not gonna let up, is it?" He said to himself. "Well...looks like I don't have a choice. It's only gonna get worse. Bad time to be moving, but fuck, can't live here."<br/><br/>All the guns were unloaded, and he pulled the metal shutters down over the shelves of ammo-getting in would require his key or so much effort that the reward was...well, still somewhat worth it, but it would take time. And time was what he needed, but he had none in the chaos. So he had to make some. Maybe with these locks, he'd be able to come back and get some ammo later. He doubted it, though.<br/><br/>He carried his Remington, holstered his .45, and stuffed a bag full of ammo, throwing in a couple water bottles for good measure. He made a mental note to get a crowbar eventually-the tool was an item of great utility, with it he could defeat locks and open containers. He loaded his shotgun, and left via the back door, wanting to take the alleyways in an effort to slip by unnoticed. Hell had come to Los Angelas, the only way out was to keep walking. First home, then North. Of course, there was the little doubt in his head that he was going to end up like that poor bastard he shot...but that was no excuse to curl up and die. If anything, the possibility that he wouldn't end up that way was a reason to keep fighting.