Zombie Apocalypse

(( form please ))

((I will as soon as you reply to my pm... If you don't accept that idea... Then I'll know which profile to use))

((Human: yes

Name: drake
Age: 25
Are they infected?: no
Supplies on them: has hidden a chess of supplies underground... His supplies include an ak47 several boxes of ammunition night vision goggles medical kit and various other army equipment... He carries a knife... He lost his hand gun when attacked by some fear crazed survivors
Gender: male
Looks: ((will post picture in a sec))
Personality: a fighter... Cares for others... Hates zombies with a passion..
Specialty: black ops marine...
Backstory?: he just came back on leave when the virus broke out... He has been transporting survivors to a secret bunker but while he was gone an infected person was allowed in... He returned to find everyone had died including his 2 year old kid... His wife had died in childbirth... He has been helping survivors and killing zombies ever since))

(( Accepted ))

((Now I'm just waiting for someone to see him and chuck something at his head that he can dodge))

((If he's where my character is (like a days journey away from the others) then Scout can chuck a hatchet at his head.....))

((Sure =) ))

Scout: *had left the barricade for a moment (for a random reason i cannot think of) she sees the moaning figure and grabs her hatchet from her side preparing to throw it. She hesitates, not sure if the figure is truly undead*

Drake: *groans again and stumbles... He sees movement and starts to turn towards it*

((You can go ahead and chuck it at him... He will just see the movement and drop to the ground))

Scout: *without a thought she chucks the hatchet at his head expertly, no zombie is agile enough to dodge it*

Drake: *sees the glint of the blade and instantly drops to the ground sliding and grabs his own blade as the weapon whips past inches from his face... He scrambles backward up against a wall... He pants and his heart races pumping adrenaline through his veins.. He gets ready for whatever may happen next.. And tries to ignore the increased blood loss*

Scout: *freezes and lightly shouts out* Y-you're human?

Drake: *coughs and drags himself painfully to his feet and pulls the axe from the wall then drops it on the ground before leaning against the wall... He chokes out with a distrustful tone* yah...

((*hatchet))
Scout: *sounds uneasy* If you're a looter I suggest you run off while you still can *she grips the handle of her machete*

Drake: *still leans against the wall* I don't think I could run even if I wanted to... *is feeling light headed from blood loss*

Scout: *tenses* Ar-are you infected?

Drake: no. *He can tell he wont be able to stand much longer* Just bleeding to death.... *with that he nearly collapses*

Scout: Wha-? *she whips around the corner, she sees his weak, blood covered form, her eyes widen* Uh- *she grabs some of the surgical cloth from her pack* Listen, I have a shelter not far from here... I will analyze your blood for the virus and bandage you. *she grimaces* If you're not infected then, well, I won't kick you out. Understood?

Drake: I'm not infected. I wasn't injured by them but by a bunch of uninfected survivors I found... I was gonna help them but they wanted my stuff more than my help..

Scout: *frowns* I will still test you if you don't mind... Can you walk? *she asks, eyeing his crumpled form and expecting the obvious answer*

Drake: with someone or something to lean on.. Yes mam.. *now that he doesn't consider her an enemy his military habits of courtesy kick in. He pushes himself off the ground and grits his teeth..*

Scout: *grimaces and mutters* Great... *she walks over and slings his arm over her shoulders, she manages to lift him up, struggling, she says* It's not very far... *she begins walking*

Drake: *shifts most of his weight off of her and onto his own feet.. His other arm is held closely to his side.. He stumbles a few times but doesn't fall* sorry for the inconvenience mam. Normally what you're doing would be my job...

Scout: *actively tries to not grumble, muffled sarcasm comes out instead* Don't mention it...

Drake: ... You don't need to do this mam... Just point me towards a fairly safe place and I'll be just fine... You can leave me here if you want... I made it this far.. I'm sure I can make it a few more miles.. *sounds completely serious and tries to straiten up*