<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs24/i/2007/331/0/3/Post_Apocalyptic_England_town_by_indie_rec.jpg)</div></div></div><br/>The world has gone into chaos, the walkers have taken over mass control and anyone lucky enough to be a survivor is scrounging where and what they can for food and supplies. Some are already resorting to desperate measures, some too terrible to get into. The majority of the population is sure that their time is numbered and any skill to help survive is valued immensely. Some groups have begun traveling around the country, finding some kind of safe place to keep the walkers out, though no one has succeeded yet. Our protagonists start out in Denver Colorado where shit has hit the proverbial fan, they're better off than most but supplies aren't unlimited, they'll need to start looking around if they want to continue on.<br/><br/>First off: our dashing main star!<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Name: Marcus Lerron<br/><br/>Age: 25<br/><br/>Occupation before outbreak: Chef<br/><br/>Description of character: <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://image.yaymicro.com/rz_512x512/0/222/young-man-in-a-fedora-222e7b.jpg)</div></div><br/>Background: Marcus was taught all of his skills from his father who was an ex green berret and cook himself. He taught Marcus how to cook and how to handle weaponry (though he isn't very good with guns but excels at hand to hand combat). He was even forced to make sure he could use his skills when his father abandoned him in the woods for a week. He didn't die so that counts as a pass. He can build shelter, get food, and even prepare diseased food so that it won't kill or hurt anyone. Though not one to take up the leader position he definitely will in the time of need. He prides himself on making hard decisions and someone who will dedicate himself to the group goal.</div></div><br/>Secondly: Our stunning supporting actress!<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://calmina-desirrp.tumblr.com/DTRP (http://calmina-desirrp.tumblr.com/DTRP)<br/><br/>Name: Desi Krist Tere<br/><br/>Age: 17<br/><br/>Occupation before outbreak: Homeless/student<br/><br/>Appearance: Link or (http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6vbnzEUpt1qc6skb.jpg)<br/><br/>Personality/background: With a brash attitude and a sarcastic tone, Desi Tere pushes people away. She never wanted anyone to hold her up or to bring her down, and anyone as a partner would ruin her comfort zone. Still a teenager, she often gripes about others talking to her like shes young. You usually never see her laughing and giggling because theres no fun to be had in a constant travel from thieves or bandits. Once in a while you will catch Desi smiling, but only at the death of a vengeance. After the zombies started appearing Desi was living on the streets, faking her home address for school. She happened to come across one while pick pocketing another homeless man. For several months she dodged the following outbreak with ease but tried to keep contact with other humans as little as possible. Her parents were not around to teach her social skills and therefor her relationships with anyone shatters.</div></div><br/>Thirdly: Someone else who is sexy!<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Name: Lilly Thorne<br/><br/>Age: 20<br/><br/>Occupation before outbreak: Student / Model (refuses to say it was porn she was modelling for)<br/><br/>Description of character: http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/4333/louisecliffe19.jpg (http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/4333/louisecliffe19.jpg)<br/><br/>Background: Lilly was the nerdy girl, she loved comics, horror films and everything like it. From pre-school to middle school she was bullied, only after the first couple of years in high school did she start to mature. Her family was poor and couldn't afford her tuition for university so she found a modelling company, however it wasn't an ordinary modelling company it was a company that wanted her to do nude/sexy shots for their magazines.<br/><br/>She become embaressed by what she was doing but she continued for the money. She had just finished her first history class of the academic year when the outbreak started. Instead of hiding or fleeing to her room like many students did she risked her life by running off campus and heading as far away from civilisation as possible, knowing from many zombie films that the highways and towns would become death traps.<br/><br/>Lilly's a shy girl around people she doesn't know, will often be the one hiding at the back of the group trying to avoid the conflicts but if the situation calls for it she will step in even if it means getting hurt.</div></div><br/>Fourthly: Our supporting actor with a long name!<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name</strong>: Lance Corporal Charlie ó Raghallaigh (O'Reilly)<br/><strong>Age</strong>: 24<br/><strong>Occupation before Outbreak</strong>: Scout Sniper in the United States Marine Corps<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Picture</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://shechive.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/eye-candy-jeremy-20.jpg?w=499&amp;h=720)</div></div><strong>Background</strong>: Charlie wanted to be in the armed forces for as long as he could remember; it was back when he couldn't have been more than five years old and his 12 year old brother took him to a fair ground and led him to one of the old rifle games where you shoot tin cans and win prizes. His brother, Liam, handed over the carnie a few dollars and they sat side by side for hours, picking off tin cans - this was when Charlie's talent in marksmanship made itself known and he excitedly turned to his brother, another military nut, that he was going to be a soldier just like Liam was going to be when he grew up.<br/><br/>6 years later and Liam enrolled into the Marines as part of the Explosive Ordinance Disposal team and quickly rose up the ranks to become a Staff Sergeant. He did 2 tours of Iraq before coming home, telling his younger brother all of his stories and experiences in the Corps that only made Charlie more enthused to be a soldier. Liam then shipped out again to do a year long tour in Afghanistan and a week before he was due to come home, the ó Raghallaigh family received a letter of condolence, announcing that Liam had been killed in a roadside bombing in an attempt to diffuse a bomb strapped to an innocent man's chest. The entire family was devastated, perhaps none more so than Charlie. But the tragedy did nothing to put him off joining the forces, if anything, it only made him want to enrol more so.<br/><br/>Which is exactly what he did on the day of his 18th birthday and rose to Lance Corporal with ease, sending mutterings throughout the higher ups on his expert marksmanship and extreme determination.<br/><br/>Charlie was on leave when the outbreak struck; he was living on base when the zombies attacked but luckily, the base faired well given that it was full of weaponry, ammunition and men and women expertly trained to kill. After the base was once again secure, the base was given orders like all other bases within the country to gear up and fight against the threat like they had been trained to.<br/><br/>Sometime after leaving the base and travelling where they could in the armoured convoy, the relatively small team of Marines were attacked in the dead of night by a hoard of the creatures that overwhelmed them despite their efforts and despite their mass of ammunition. It was a bloodbath that continued for hours and when dawn broke, there were only 3 men left - Charlie, a Private who had managed to climb a tree just as Charlie had and one man on the ground, sobbing and moaning in agony, whimpering and calling for his mother. Charlie and the Private picked off the last of the lingering zombies from the trees and cautiously climbed down to the man on the floor. As they had seen through the days of infection, the man was slowly turning into one of the creatures; frantic and distraught, he grabbed Charlie's fatigues with a bloody hand and tearfully begged for death. The man nodded and carefully took off the soldier's dog tags, slipping them into his pocket before he shot the man in the head before he could turn.<br/><br/>Charlie and the Private - Benjamin - then collected as many dog tags as they could retrieve, as much supplies and ammunition as they could carry and set off on foot, knowing the vehicles weren't salvageable. It was mere days before horror struck again - in the midst of searching a Walmart for food, Benjamin was jumped by a zombie, knocking him to the ground and pinning him to the floor. He yelled and Charlie acted as fast as his could but it was too late, after kicking the twice-dead corpse off the young Private, it was there, clear as day on his left cheek - the bite mark that condemned him to death.<br/><br/>Charlie sat with the Private for a long while; they talked as his healthy slowly started to decline, talked about why they joined the Corps, what they'd seen, who'd they'd left behind, who they'd lost. It was only when the sunset that Benjamin passed away and Charlie finally got up, slipped Benjamin's dog tags off his neck and put them safely away then lodged a bullet in his brain before walking away to find shelter for the night.</div></div><br/>Guest starring!: The lovely Haibane!<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/ClaireAnderson_01.gif) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/ClaireAnderson_04.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Claire Louise Anderson<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 45<br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Claire is an honest woman and a good cop. She is/was a deputy of Tremaine County, a rural area of the state well out in the boonies. Her life has always been one of wanting to be a cop, and then, when she made the grade, being the best cop she could be. She is quiet and unassuming; placid and caring for the elderly and confused; firm and fair to the lawless. She is, however a straight thinking, straight talking logical woman with an analytical mind and boundaries set firmly within what is possible by physics and allowed by the law. She is therefore somewhat out of her depth in these hazardous and confusing times. <br/><strong>Bio:</strong> As a young girl growing up in a small rural community Claire was always taught to obey the Lawman. Fortunately for her, childhood happened in the still-golden years of the late 70s and early 80s when lawmen really were good and fair and helpful members of their community, looked up to by all and feared by the bad guy. Incorruptible and tough, the lawman always had a smile for the lost child and a supportive attitude to those unfortunate enough to face their official side. Young Claire doted on deputy Lawrence Simms who was the best cop she ever knew. When he retired she detected (at the age of seventeen) a change in the wind, a new style of policing was coming in with cops more distant from the community and more likely to shoot rather than ask. Claire determined to do her best to make this change as slow as she could.<br/><br/>Claire graduated from the police academy third in her class aged 21 and the next ten years saw her endure the system that was still chronically misogynist but she bore her slow career development with good grace and refused to sink to the level of the fat bad cops above her who abused their power.<br/><br/>You cannot keep a good girl down and when a post as Deputy Marshal came up in Tremaine County, where Claire was born, she jumped at the chance. Her bosses, embarrassed by the smiling efficient politically-clean woman, were only too happy to farm her out of their sight from the city to a place they could forget about her. In the rural communities of Tremaine County Claire blossomed and found her place, working diligently to restore what she knew cops should be to the people they served.<br/><strong>Skills:</strong> Claire is capable with a gun but no marksman. She is trained in their use but rarely uses one. Her driving though is excellent and she has taken three advanced driving courses with the police specifically covering off-roading skills, adverse weather and "high speed and safe." Clair is a fair cook and seamstress but her hunter-gatherer skills extend no further than the freezer cabinets of Walmart.<br/><strong>Belongings:</strong> 4x4 Police Cruiser (http://www.motorbase.com/pictures/contributions/991201/std_1998_jeep_cherokee_4wd_police_cruiser.jpg), snub nosed .38 police-issue revolver and two cartons of bullets (48 rounds). Her cruiser's tank is half empty (good for 300 miles) and she hauls an ex-army single axle trailer (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Trailer.jpg) that carries a self-sealing military fuel bladder with currently another 30 gallons of fuel in it. There is a hose and hand-pump filler nozzle she has used to draw gas from underground tanks at deserted gas stations.<br/><br/>She has some basic tools such as a wrench (for opening said gas station tank access caps) as well as a basic car repair and servicing kit with jack, etc (standard police issue). She's gathered a few cooking utensils and a couple of pans as well as a gas bottle and basic stove but mostly lets others she meets do the cooking – her side of the sharing of any group she bumps into is the transport. Her food supply consists of plenty of canned goods, such as soups, stews, curries and the like, and a few bags of rice and noodles, a few candy bars and some bags of potato chips.<br/><br/>She has a couple of gas cigarette lighters picked up from various half-looted stores.<br/><br/>She also found at a roadside hardware store a nail gun and she has a box of four inch nails for it. She's lashed together a basic shoulder stock for the thing out of scrap timber and can shoot it with tolerable accuracy at a head-sized target at around 10 yards. If she encounters zombies, Claire prefers to simply move on and not fight them, but if she has to, she prefers the nail gun to the .38 as she thinks ammunition for it will be easier to come by.</div></div><br/>Last: but certainly not least! (who knows if she's even last!?)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Turow<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br/><br/><strong>Occupation before outbreak:</strong> Nurse<br/><br/><strong>Description of character:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/lori103/Anime/girlgreenjacket.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Background:</strong>  <br/><br/>Olivia always had a big heart, and wanting to help others led her to becoming a nurse. Everything was going great, she was even looking into going to med school, but then the outbreak happened.<br/><br/>She was working when an influx of patients came in, and the hospital was swamped. No one knew what to do and it seemed hopeless. Eventually, the 'walkers' took over the hospital, but not before she stole some supplies. She made it back home with her friend, another nurse named Marie, filling her duffle bag with what she could and took off. <br/><br/>Olivia and Marie made it close to the outskirts of the city, but they were ambushed after their car broke down and her friend didn't make it. She did all she could for Marie, fighting off the group of walkers and getting away with Marie's body, but she couldn't save her friend. It took a while for her to move on, she didn't want to leave Marie's body laying in the street. Eventually, she continued on, her instincts to survive overriding everything else. Now, all by herself, she looks for others, armed with a machete she found. <br/><br/><strong>Skills:</strong> Learned how to shoot a BB gun at camp when she was younger, does that count?  She is a more than capable nurse, and has a steady hand. This makes her good with knives, because she knows where to cut that will do the most damage. She is no hunter, but she and her mother tended a garden and she knows how to grow plants and which plants are safe to eat, and there are even some that can help with injuries or illnesses. Her father taught her how to fish some, but that is about as far as her food gathering skills go.<br/><br/><strong>Belongings:</strong> Dark purple duffle bag. In it are various medical supplies, tools, and medicine. She also has an extra change of clothes, a small blanket, and a few comforts of home, like a toothbrush, toothpaste and a hairbrush. Her machete is the only weapon she has that she knows how to use, but she also found a Glock (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/lori103/Glock17_Gen3_w_TLR-2-.jpg) and some ammo that she is holding onto. </div></div><br/>Please give a round of applause for our wonderful ensemble tonight!<br/><br/>Our play begins in the devastated town of Denver Colorado where the group makes their way through the rubble and scavenges for supplies You may wonder where the other two are but be patient, Wellington is a ways away from Denver but you'll see everything fall together eventually!