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 on: March 04, 2018, 04:57:32 pm 
Started by IronBrig4 - Last post by IronBrig4
Applicant Name: Devontah Winslow
Age: 23
Origin: Morgan City, LA
Occupation: College student
Status: Uninfected

ARC: How did you survive the initial outbreak?

Winslow: I was lucky to be studying at Franklin Pierce when the whole thing went down. I had time to gather supplies and find a group. I also fired off one last email to my folks before the system went offline. They could be dead or they could be in Cuba or Trinidad for all I know, but the last they heard from me, I was safe. My group stayed where it was cold because the chill slowed down the zombies somewhat. We eventually holed up in an Elks Lodge in the White Mountains, and stayed there until you found us. We started off with ten students and eventually ended up with thirty-five people from all walks of life. Carpenters, mechanics, and even one of the starting Boston Bruins. Seriously, ask him. Every one of us had a role to play, and a say in how things went, but we were organized by committee. People used to hate on us and called us Social Justice Warriors before the outbreak, but we're still standing. A group with common purpose can make the outbreak a lot less frightening.

ARC: What was your most frightening experience?

Winslow: It wasn't really an experience. More like a collection of similar fucked up shit.

ARC: Go on.

Winslow: It was the pets.

ARC: Not the zombies?

Winslow: First let me say that the zombies were definitely terrifying. Anyone who said they weren't scared of the zombies, especially during the first days, was either lying or needed to see a shrink. You don't know sheer terror until one of those howlers sounds the alarm and brings in every zombie within earshot. I'm talking about the stuff that wasn't really scary, but kept me up at night because it was seriously fucked up.

ARC: How do the pets factor in?

Winslow: They weren't dangerous, except for the dogs that turned wild. You had to watch out for those. We didn't mind killing them, and dog meat isn't that bad. We knew that killing stray pets was necessary for survival. My group and I would sometimes enter a house and see a pet that had been left behind. When the first evacuations happened, people left with just a weekend bag because they thought the whole thing would be over in a day or two. They just topped off their pets' food and water bowls and headed to the evacuation centers. Of course that evacuation stayed permanent and so all those cats and dogs had to fend for themselves.

ARC: What did you find?

Winslow: We'd find dead birds in their cages, and goldfish and hamsters in their tanks. If the house had a dog door or cat flap, we just found some empty bowls. Cats had the good sense to leave. People never quite domesticated cats, you know? They were always half-wild. Dogs would eventually dig under the fence and leave to find their people. But if there was no way for the animal to get out, that's when things got messed up. We'd see cat and dog carcasses lying right behind the front door or curled up in the master bedroom. They had clearly died of thirst or starvation, just waiting for their owners to get back. Some had broken into the pantry and got into the food and water, but that only prolonged the inevitable. We even found a cat that had probably climbed into a cupboard and knocked some canned tuna out. Looking at its broken teeth, it had tried to chew through the can.

ARC: Jesus...

Winslow: Yeah. Thing is, I hated pets before all this. I wasn't allergic or anything. I just didn't like the critters asking for attention when I wanted to play video games. But then my group found Bofur. That's what his collar said. He was a juvenile beagle. We found a nearby cabin that had just been overrun, so his people had probably holed up there since the outbreak. We didn't find any zombies there, so those folks had probably killed each other over some dispute. We took Bofur in and he eventually became one of us. Beagles are a working breed so we'd bring him hunting. They also don't just bark, they baaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaark. He'd instantly rouse the whole group if a zombie got close at night. Bofur made our lives better, and not just by the rabbits he brought us. We had to take care of another living thing. Whenever we fed him, brushed him, or just rubbed his belly, we felt a little more human. The world didn't seem too bad when he was around. We didn't even get mad at him when he stole a day's worth of dehydrated rations and scarfed them down. It was the kind of fancy survival food that expanded when you added water to it. *laughs* That fatass swelled up, waddled, and farted non-stop for the next two days.

ARC: The Wastelander patrol didn't say anything about a dog when they found you.

Winslow: I was getting to that. About three months back, one of our patrols met a passing group. Those meetings were usually peaceful for us. We exchanged news and traded what we could. This group was interested in Bofur because working breeds had become extremely valuable. We just didn't see him as a thing. He was family. We traded some other things and thought the moment had passed. About a week later, Bofur was out hunting with two of us. The two guys returned with no weapons and they were beaten bloody. Bofur was nowhere to be found. That other group had jumped them in the woods, beaten up our two friends, and kidnapped Bofur.

ARC: And what did you do?

Winslow: What do you think we did? We wanted to get our friend back! We tracked him all the way to the assholes' camp. It was one of those temporary camps surrounding several vehicles. They'd stay until they could siphon off enough gas to move on. Not much in the way of protection but better than nothing. We broke out all the weapons for this. We had serious military-grade shit including M4s, sniper rifles, grenades, and an old M60 machine gun. We surrounded the camp but I was the spokesman who approached. I'd hoped to give them one last chance at diplomacy. Instead they put one in my leg and my friends lit them up. This was our first and only major firefight. Shooting zombies is different because you generally get up to point blank range in order to save ammo. We'd fought individual looters before but those were over in seconds. We thought this would be like Commando, with Arnold Schwarzenegger walking into a compound and then spraying bullets until he found his daughter. We sprayed bullets all right and suppressed the enemy. But we hadn't counted on our weapons being so powerful. One of us had an M2010 ESR looted from a wrecked Army truck. She had been aiming for one of the bandits and took the guy's head off. Then that bullet went through both sides of the Honda behind him and right into Bofur's abdomen. It wasn't my friend's fault. She couldn't have known.

ARC: What happened after?

Winslow: We cleared the rest of the camp. That entire crew was dead or wounded and we didn't take a scratch. That's when we saw Bofur with his guts out. He was still alive and begging us to please fix him. We had a veterinarian in our group but all he could do was get a syringe and some chemicals out of his bag. He petted Bofur one last time and then put him to sleep. There was still work to be done. Some of the wounded were still conscious. We're not cruel, but their deaths were VERY cruel. We left them tied to some trees and sounded an air horn for a few minutes, then left just as the first zombies showed up. I saw it all happen through binoculars. There were a few of the really nasty zombies. Berserkers, you call them? Yeah, they had their way with the bandits while I watched and ate a candy bar. I still think those assholes got what they deserved. Anyways, we got back to our camp and buried Bofur near the kitchen. He always liked to hang out there and beg for food. We covered his body and had a good cry.

ARC: *sniffle*

Winslow: Yeah, poor dog. You were expecting a Lassie ending?

ARC Note - Leadership skills. Also displays signs of sociopathy and sadism. Recommend as recruit to Red Halos.

 on: March 01, 2018, 12:12:21 am 
Started by Boomstick - Last post by Anonymoose
On the way out, she needs attention right away and she thinks of the bag.  Ow

Doesn't the bag have the magic energy bars that keep Charlie from munching on the rest of the crew? And, as an aside, couldn't they have made something like human jerky or something dehydrated like Ramen type AB, now with even more clots!

 on: February 28, 2018, 09:29:33 am 
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 on: February 26, 2018, 04:16:14 pm 
Started by Boomstick - Last post by azyreblue
On the way out, she needs attention right away and she thinks of the bag.  Ow

 on: February 26, 2018, 10:49:46 am 
Started by Boomstick - Last post by l33tninja
Yay, someone else finally used the eyepatch emoji I added.

I was happy to see it on there! Woo hoo eyepatch!

 on: February 21, 2018, 01:37:51 pm 
Started by Boomstick - Last post by TheLastOutlaw
Ironic that now Jenny is missing the same eye that Charlie is missing! She is becoming like him a little!  Ow

Yay, someone else finally used the eyepatch emoji I added.

 on: February 20, 2018, 11:32:45 am 
Started by Boomstick - Last post by l33tninja
Ironic that now Jenny is missing the same eye that Charlie is missing! She is becoming like him a little!  Ow

 on: February 16, 2018, 10:22:34 pm 
Started by Boomstick - Last post by Anonymoose
She's alive, though, isn't she?  BONUS!

This is true. And what doesn't kill you make you stronger. Maybe this will be what gives them enough reason to wear armor. Can you picture Jenny in Brotherhood of Steel power armor... With the lil' bear hat.... AND an eye patch. I would would put that poster up on the wall.

 on: February 16, 2018, 05:36:40 pm 
Started by Boomstick - Last post by Skinnyjeans
IF it has a first aid kit or Dr. House in it, otherwise it is nothing more than something to soak up human juice. Like a tampon with a strap and sentimental value.

She's alive, though, isn't she?  BONUS!

 on: February 16, 2018, 11:26:14 am 
Started by Boomstick - Last post by Anonymoose
I see Jenny's lucky pack sitting hanging out in the last panel...

It really IS lucky!

IF it has a first aid kit or Dr. House in it, otherwise it is nothing more than something to soak up human juice. Like a tampon with a strap and sentimental value.

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