Officer Manny Espinosa. Good to meet the two of you. Any ideas on what to do now?
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"Yeah, evidence locker for one, Armory for the other. Possibly the locker room as well. It's the first few places I'm looking."
Manny finds a corner to sleep in, checks the .44's chambers to see how many bullets are left, puts the safety on and goes to sleep with it resting in his belt.
Walking through the station during his search, Manny begins to wonder at the last days here. Scattered files, overturned desks and other signs of disarray weigh on him in regretting his decision to not join his own station. I should have been there. He stops at a detective's desk with a shattered picture frame on it's side, righting it. A young man and his family smile back at him. Kids, a wife, a dog. The perfect American dream.
Manny checks the station for water, food and more bullets for the .44.
Works for me as well.
Manny grabs the fallen pistol and climbs as fast as possible.
Manny ducks low, attempting to scramble quietly into cover.
First and foremost in his mind however, is the .44 magnum. Manny tries to see where it's fallen.
Manny whistles lowly to attract the attention of the others and points to the makeshift entryway. "Careful. Might be other survivors. Possibly armed."
Manny tries to see if one of the second floor windows is open or obviously unlocked.
I've got your back man. Go for it." Manny keeps back from the car itself, but looks under it carefully.
Seeing nothing, Manny shrugs and turns his back to Spencer, keeping watch.
My god, they're going to die. Move damn you! Move! Manny watches and tries to stay calm as the others are swarmed, keeping alert to ensure the way out remains open.
"This way fool! Run this way, and let's get the hell out of here!"
"Lady, you're out of your mind. The more noise we make, the harder it's going to be to get out. We can try to get that other guy over there, but I think the one has got way too much of a head start." Crazy people...This is a nightmare. Manny turns and rushes toward the dead converging on the other man.
"Ah hell, here they come. Come on Agent Bowie, now would be a good time to get out..while we still can."
Manny gazes over the FBI badge. FBI eh? What's she doing here? He considers for a moment, and responds with "Actually, I think we need to move in the other direction, and soon. Fool just pulled a gun on you and bolted when he saw me. Not exactly something that makes me think he's all there in the head eh?"
You gotta be kidding me... Manny thinks to himself, as the gunman flees down the street. He's gonna draw them out and onto himself. And if I'm not careful, onto us. In a stern but calm voice:
Manny scans the area visually, and listens carefully for any moaning.
Now standing between the two armed individuals, a hand up, palm outward toward each, looking back and forth.
Seeing the scene before him, his mind springs into action. No no no no no!
Manny Rushes with all he's got to get in front of the woman, raising his arms, palms out, in a placating gesture. "Whoa whoa whoa! Easy there pal, easy does it! Put down the gun and come on out slowly. She's alive, and so am I."
Post is up. Sorry about the wait.
I miss the hangover... Manny thought to himself. At least then I was distracted from all of this.
Guilt was striking him. Guilt that he hadn't died with the rest of his station as it came under attack. Guilt that he didn't even consider going to help. Guilt even for hiding for days in his home, listening to the screams, the gunshots, the explosions and of course, the ever present moans of the undead. Out of food, the water lines cut off, Manny was forced to set out into the world.
I have to state my absolute love of this system, and the Tough hero class in particular (especially if I go into Bodyguard...you'll love me for that). Not one to go down easy, that's for sure. Also, I'm liking how this is looking when it comes to our lack of equipment. It makes me think of why I wouldn't have certain things. Manny here would have his gun...but totally had to turn it and his badge in when he was suspended. But luckily, I'll likely be able to find one pretty easily, and will be able to use it well when I do.
Manny is a tough hero. Sorry, it's all on the alias sheet.
Ok, had to change some things a bit, but everything should be done now. Backstory:
When it started, I was drunk.
Not an uncommon theme for me in those days, being home alone with nothing to do. I remember sitting there on the couch, watching it all unfold on CNN. "The Dead Walk!" it said on the ticker, right above the stock market scroll. The phone ringing and sounds of the neighbor next door yelling at his wife to hurry up and pack. The caller ID said it was the station. "Screw them," I thought to myself. "they only want me because they're desperate." It was true though. Both the desperation, and the reasoning. "Suspension without pay, pending further investigaiton." was the official line. More like "Suspended for doing my job, when a councilman's son is involved." Kid had gotten drunk at some bar named "Carinas". Decided that he was a big man, and pulled a knife on a waitress for being "rude". I was on patrol, and got called in. 10 minutes later, he's on the way to the hospital with a broken nose in cuffs, and I'm being thanked by both the waitress (Maria was her name. Nice girl.) and the owner of Carinas. The next morning, I'm hauled into the chief's office and given the riot act. "Excessive force" he says. "Belligerant drunken minor with a deadly weapon" I say. So I was suspended. It wasn't until I passed the kid and his father on the way out that I realized it was Councilman Ander's son. The smirk on his face...I should have aimed for his mouth. Christ I hate politics. So I was drunk, annoyed and ignoring the ringing phone when I heard the screaming. Mrs. Ellis, the widow down the street was running past the house, screaming like the devil was on her heels. It was then that I saw it. That first one. It was like time stood still. He was some kind of doctor, I think. A (formerly) white coat. Blue(ish) scrubs. His eyes were bulging and bloodshot. A ragged tear revealed he didn't have much of a throat left. Most of his left arm below the elbow was missing. I saw him running there, after Mrs. Ellis in slow motion. So I acted before thinking. Thankfully, I had enough sense to grab my nightstick on the way out the door.
Offense:
Punch: +2 to hit, 1d3+2 Non-lethal damage Billy club: +2 to hit, 1d6+2 Damage Defenses:
HP: 13 Defense score: 12 Fortitude: 6 Reflex: 3 Will: 3 Skills:
Spot 4, Listen 4, Drive 2, Diplomacy 1, Intimidate 1, Concentrate 3, Speak: Spanish, Swim 3 Feats:
Personal firearms proficiency, Simple weapon proficiency, Endurance, Point blank shot. Talents:
Robust Equipment:
Flashlight (Police Issue Maglight) Billy Club Range pack (standard) Appearance: Manny is a broad shouldered man with handsome Latin features. Close cropped dark brown hair, brown eyes and a couple of minor scars on his face, from both high school acne and police work. He's both muscular and fit.
Closely I hope. It's a huge part of the experience and the genre itself.
Can we assume 1 set of clothing for "free"? 8 of our 15 is a lot to spend to not run about in the buff.
Here we go, this should be solid, except for my equipment.
Backstory:
When it started, I was drunk.
Not an uncommon theme for me in those days, being home alone with nothing to do. I remember sitting there on the couch, watching it all unfold on CNN. "The Dead Walk!" it said on the ticker, right above the stock market scroll. The phone ringing and sounds of the neighbor next door yelling at his wife to hurry up and pack. The caller ID said it was the station. "Screw them," I thought to myself. "they only want me because they're desperate." It was true though. Both the desperation, and the reasoning. "Suspension without pay, pending further investigaiton." was the official line. More like "Suspended for doing my job, when a councilman's son is involved." Kid had gotten drunk at some bar named "Carinas". Decided that he was a big man, and pulled a knife on a waitress for being "rude". I was on patrol, and got called in. 10 minutes later, he's on the way to the hospital with a broken nose in cuffs, and I'm being thanked by both the waitress (Maria was her name. Nice girl.) and the owner of Carinas. The next morning, I'm hauled into the chief's office and given the riot act. "Excessive force" he says. "Belligerant drunken minor with a deadly weapon" I say. So I was suspended. It wasn't until I passed the kid and his father on the way out that I realized it was Councilman Ander's son. The smirk on his face...I should have aimed for his mouth. Christ I hate politics. So I was drunk, annoyed and ignoring the ringing phone when I heard the screaming. Mrs. Ellis, the widow down the street was running past the house, screaming like the devil was on her heels. It was then that I saw it. That first one. It was like time stood still. He was some kind of doctor, I think. A (formerly) white coat. Blue(ish) scrubs. His eyes were bulging and bloodshot. A ragged tear revealed he didn't have much of a throat left. Most of his left arm below the elbow was missing. I saw him running there, after Mrs. Ellis in slow motion. So I acted before thinking. Thankfully, I had enough sense to grab my nightstick on the way out the door.
Defenses:
HP: 13 Defense score: 12 Fortitude: 6 Reflex: 3 Will: 3 Skills:
Spot 4, Listen 4, Drive 2, Diplomacy 1, Intimidate 1, Concentrate 3, Speak: Spanish, Swim 3 Feats:
Personal firearms proficiency, Simple weapon proficiency, Endurance, Street fighting. Talents: Robust |