Description
Name: Jack Reyner
Age: 27
Birthplace: Somewhere in Germany
Strengths: Strategist, Honorable, Loyal to true friends and comrades (some may consider this a weakness)
Weaknesses: nachos, soda drinks, women (Don't worry, ladies... I behave... Mostly...)
Loves: friends/family, strategic and Roleplay games, music, reading, japanese pop culture, animals
Hates: unfairness, dishonesty, racism, bullying
Appearance: To be added later
Background/History:
The Arrival
As the situation in Malton began, Jack came fresh from the acadamy in germany. He was on vacation with some friends doing a road trip throughout the whole UK. Sheer curiosity was what brought him into this neverending nightmare. It was by then when the news were full of the reports of city raids and violent situations in some cites. When one of his friends came up with the idea to take a peek on the situation in Malton... It sounded thrilling, but none of them could have dreamed of what would await them there.
On their first day, they arrived late in the evening, they arrived in Malton and stayed over night at the Willmott Motel. But as they slept eagerly and well the city gates closed behind them to be never opened again. Late at night they woke up, awakened by the hell on earth as the zombies made their way to the Motel. People ran for their lifes, escaping from the terror of the undead. It was then when one of his friends stormed into the room, armed with a baseball bat. whatever was heavy and big was pushed against the only door to the room but Jack came up to the feeling that a bed, a cupboard, a table and some chairs won't hold the hordes outside that long. As the groaning came closer to the door, slamming and scratching let the door shake. And as he pointed towards the window, his friends shook their heads. Obviously they wanted to bet their luck on the barricades they raised.
But Jack didn't trust these loose obsticals as much as he could had thrown them. He dared the jump... And was lucky enough to hit the swimming pool. As he climbed out of it, he could hear loud banging and screams out of the window he jumped several seconds before. He crunched with the teeth and clenched the fists. He knew those guys a long time... Good old buddies... But all the sorrow wouldn't prevent him from being eaten alive himself. He ran south. So there Jack was... In a city of ruin. In front of a Police Department in a Suburb the locals call "Gatcombeton". The only thought Jack came up as he took a gulp and walked up the steps to the PD, was: "Welcome to the worst assignment of your life, cadet..."
Survival impossible
As he entered the Police Department, Jack found some survivors. From the look of them, they were sleeping or somehow traumatized. But the psychic disorders of others meant nothing right now. He had to prepare himself for "close encounters" in the future. He soon found a flak jacket and a pistol with some ammo, which he loaded with some found ammo. Also he found a shotgun, some shells for it and a radio to keep in contact with other breathing souls. But it shouldn't be too long when his search for further equipment was to be disturbed by more zombies, slamming at the very strong barricades of the building. Having a comparison at the zombie hordes outside and the ammunition he found, he knew he would never be able to stand alone. So he yelled through the PD that if no one gets up and helps him to defend this building, it was going to fall to the zombie hordes. He saw to the shaking barricades as no survivor replied to him.
And then it happened. A lone zombie smashed through the barricades and climbed over the obstacles. As Jack rose his pistol, he forced himself not to hesitate. "No human anymore..." he thought. The shot was loud, but the zombie still stood. Jack's eyes opened wide as he stared at the zombie in wonder. "How can you still standing?" He crunched with the teeth and shot several times. some shots missed, some hit the zombie in the heart. "Die! Why won't you fall down already?" he shouted in anger as he was forced to fall back and reload. Other zombies crawled inside through the broken barricades. And still none of the other survivors moved to aid Jack in his fight. Jack cursed them. "I'm not going to die here because you already gave up, you morons!" So he ran towards a window and jumped through it, landing on a police car. "windows and me", he thought... "This seems to become a habit here!" Again he only survived by leaving others behind. But did he had another choice?
As he ran down the streets, he only found buildings barricaded so high, he was never able to enter. With the zombies after him,he had not much time left. But it should be in front of a library, a place of wisdom, where Jack Reyner was cought by the zombies. Darkness surrounded him.
A new hope
His thoughts were gone... almost... with his undead body, somehow his brain managed to provide the last bit of common sense with the one and only thought: "The dead must rest in peace on a cemetary." Only a few memories overstayed this status of undead. Later Jack only remembered standing in front of a statue of Saint Mary and sitting down in front of it. Like a lost child in hope to be found again in the darkness. And then... someone came. As the blurry sight of an undead could tell, it was a person dressed in complete white coming towards to Jack. This being... who was that? And why did it raised Jack's arm? A short sting occured and the person nodded with a smile. "I see you're not lost... Are you ready?" Ready? Ready for what? To die once and for all? To get out of this misery? Jack's lips wanted to ask, but all they could pronounce was a mere "Mhr?" It felt so dumb, yet another smile raised in the face of the white person and it nodded again. "I see... then let's get you patched up..." Next there was another sting in the neck and a sharp pain. As Jack's body was layed on the ground, the strange person bowed over his face and nodded again. "Don't worry... everything will be ok..." Darkness surrounded Jack another time.
Hours passed... Maybe a day... As Jack finally came back to consciousness. He saw up into the cloudless sky. Was this heaven? His eyes looked around. No! Still zombies around. If this was paradise, he'd been screwed! His body felt numb and as he moved and stood up, a sudden sickness befelt him. The sting on his neck... It hurted... And his guts felt like pudding... He bent over a gravestone and puked. Then he saw the cause. A syringe? Could that caused his sickness? Whatever this shot was, the effects were striking! After his stomach was empty, he catched his breath. Man this was a weird shit! As his legs felt more solid, he grabbed the syringe. "Property of NecroTech..." Jack looked up. Maybe there was still hope. If he could be revived from the dead, others could as well! As he left the cemetary, he saw a sprayed tag on a wall. "Department of Emergency Managment - head south!" Sounded like a major organization... And a plan as well! "Alright!" he yelled. "That's where I go next!"
More to be added later...
DEM Merits and Ribbons
Reconnaissance Specialist Merit
Engineer's Ribbon
The Weaponmaster Ribbon
Acquisition Ribbon
Reconnaissance Specialist Merit
Engineer's Ribbon
The Weaponmaster Ribbon
Acquisition Ribbon 