Whelp, I’ve been gone from here a lot. Hi, all!
Anywho, on the ninth day with a survivor who’s so far one of my favorites. His name’s Cedrick Watts. He started off as a punk rock dude with above average perception and dexterity and average strength and intelligence, along with points in melee and survival. Cedrick’s clumsy, a heavy sleeper, and some other things I can’t remember, but he’s also Deft, Quick, a Parkour Expert, and a Packmule. He left the evac shelter to an insanely small nearby town, looting the military surplus and sporting goods store to net himself some more storage and a survival knife, before trekking off to another town, this one being abnormally large.
After two or three days of light skirmish with the resident undead and the looting of five or six houses for tools and clothes and the looting of a pizza parlor and coffee shop for food, Cedrick made a dash for the local gun store, ironically finding both a Glock 22 and a Beretta M9, both fully loaded, on two different zombies on the way there. Arriving with a veritable train of undead following him, Cedrick did what any man would do; he popped three Adderall, chewed some caffeinated gum, and set about killing every single zombie trailing him, in all about thirty, with his survival knife. It sorta climaxed when he shot a brute three times with his Glock 22 and attracted some local swimmer zombies from the pool.
Anyhow, every single one of the zombies dead, Cedrick found, honestly, a hole already blasted in the gun shop, for some weird reason. He ran in, finding a SIG Mosquito, a Remington 870, a Glock 19, and a Desert Eagle .44, with ammo for the 19 and the Remington.
I’ll write the rest of his escapades soon. It’s pretty badass.
I might write up a story in Creative Endeavors starring him soon. Last time I wrote there was when I was writing Shit Outta Luck, and that was a pretty long time ago.